The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 1427 The most domineering president of the year 1459 2
"Why do I think my son is not as cute as other people's sons?"

"Hmph!" Xiao Xiaoye was very dissatisfied!Occupying his mother as soon as he came, and asking him to act cute?
Yin Lu saw the same expressions on both father and son, she withdrew from his arms with a low smile: "You must have been enemies in your previous life, there is a saying that says, it's not that enemies are wrong."

"It's better not to be a rival in love."

Leng Yejin was a little hungry, and when she heard the housekeeper downstairs ordering the servants to serve the food, she got up: "Go to bed first, I'll accompany your brother to have a drink or two, and congratulate him on his precious son."

Yin Lu nodded, and went to the dressing room to find him a warm jacket for home use. It was getting colder and colder this day. The weather forecast said that the temperature would drop sharply tonight. I don’t know if it will snow. If it snows Otherwise, she doesn't want to go to work, it's better to stay at home all day, warm.

However, no matter how cold the weather is, she has to go to work tomorrow.

Yan Qing's victory on the election day means that his father-in-law is about to resign. The official resignation time is January next year, and there are still two months to go, but these two months are basically the work of handing over the new and old presidents.

Tomorrow night, the Gonggui will hold a dinner for the Journalists Association at the Presidential Palace. Many celebrities in the political and business circles will be invited to attend. As a family member, she naturally has to attend, including her brother who has received invitations.

This may be the first time that my brother has officially met Yan Qing in public after losing the election.

Leng Yejin went downstairs, Ting Jun had gone back to sleep, Yin Zhan was sitting in the dining room, drinking green plum wine alone, sipping the steaming hot pot, wooden bells hung outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, jingling in the night wind, steaming.

Even when he was at the lowest point of frustration in his life, Leng Yejin never saw the expression that a loser should have, or the sudden joy of having a son that gave him a good appetite.

He took a long leg, walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Washing hot pot alone, you are indeed single."

Yin Zhan glanced at him, said lightly: "Get lost!"

The butler came over with a set of cutlery. Seeing this, he didn't know whether to put it down or take it away. Leng Yejin tapped the long table twice with his long fingers. The butler put down the cutlery knowingly and then backed away.

Leng Yejin poured himself a glass of green plum wine, took a sip and said, "How is it, how does it feel to be a father?"

"fantastic."

Ting Jun has been watched by him all the time. From the age of seven to nine, he visited him in the orphanage almost whenever he was free. He used to think that the child was pitiful and he could take care of him as long as he could. He called him his father for three years. I didn't bother to correct it. Now that I think about it, maybe it's the nature of father and son. Even if they don't know that Ting Jun has his blood in his body, they will still get close to each other.

Leng Ye would like to pick a piece of beef from the steaming hot pot, and said while eating: "Did you never think of marrying my nephew home?"

Yin Zhan's eyes darkened a little. It is difficult to marry home. After the general election, he should also fulfill his promise and announce the end of his marriage with the Mu family. But now that he has a son, Yin Zhan thinks this is better than thinking about the general election. What he should do in the future is even more difficult.

"How likely do you think a woman is to accept a man who has scarred her deeply?"

"If it's a love injury, it depends on how much a woman loves. Sometimes it's just a matter of seconds to change her mind, but you... it seems that there is no love between you, hey"

Yin Zhan gave him a cold look, the dog couldn't spit out ivory.

Tilting his head, looking at the cold outdoors, sipping wine alone.

(End of this chapter)