The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 389 Su Yu
The man at the front nodded respectfully, without looking directly at him, said in a deep voice,
"Master, may I ask that the car just now..."

"Nothing."

The young man smiled, his tone was slow, but he had a sense of oppression that could not be violated and questioned, with a natural high regeneration,
"It's just an escape tool that I was unlucky to choose at random last time, otherwise I wouldn't have heard the sound and wouldn't get in the car, would I?"

This is not a question sentence.

It's just a dangerous, cold warning from the higher-ups.

All bowed their heads, lowered their voices and respected,

"Yes, sir."

"Please."

The boy was wearing light blue jeans, and leisurely got into a black car with no brand name on the side of the road.

The car quickly moved away and disappeared down the street.

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Pavilions with profound ancient rhyme.

Su Yu stepped into the hall, and there was a blue-glazed teacup in front of him. He slammed it with a sharp wind, but he dodged it without any surprise, and it shattered on the door with a slap.

The boy's figure was as straight as a bamboo, and he lowered his head and called out lightly,

"grandfather."

The old man sitting on the chair sneered,
"Do you still have the guts to call me grandpa? People who want to be actors in the future, have the guts to call me grandpa?"

"Whether you want to be called that by me or not, and whether I want to call you that or not, the blood relationship is unbroken."

The young man lowered his eyebrows and his eyes were pleasing to the eye, but his tone was neither humble nor overbearing.This answer made the eyes of the other people sitting in the hall widen, and they couldn't help showing expressions of shock and worry.

Sure enough, the old man got angry again, and his tone was extremely gloomy,

"What do you mean? You've been wronged to be my grandson, right?"

Under everyone's worried eyes, wishing to apologize for him, Su Yu smiled,
"It's not something I can choose, so I can't talk about being wronged or wronged."

This is simply acknowledging that sentence in disguise.

The old man calmed down inexplicably, sitting on a chair with a cane, looking at him with a cold face,
"Su Yu, are you determined to disobey me?"

The boy raised his head and looked at him with indifferent eyes,
"I thought I wouldn't either."

Outside the door is the vast lotus pond, the scenery is beautiful, the sky is bright, the young man stands inside the door with a straight back, his tone is as light as the wind,

"I thought I would never find something I like again in this life. I thought I would grow up slowly in the model you arranged, just like my father, and become your most satisfying tool."

"I never liked politics, but once I really liked painting."

"But later, even this only hobby was turned into a political tool by you. Now when I see my paintings, I feel disgusting and dirty."

"I draw pictures for people who really like them, not to be flattered by your political partners whose compliments are to me like a swarm of flies buzzing around fat cry."

"Grandpa," the young man said with a cool voice and calm eyes,

"Didn't my father become a good successor? Why do you still have to hold on to me? What's the point if everyone in the Su family becomes someone like you who forgets humanity for the sake of rights? ?”

"It's rare for me to find something I like again. Unless you kill me, I won't give up."

As he spoke, the corner of the boy's mouth suddenly turned up,
"It's just that if you want to get rid of me for the sake of the Su family's face, don't bury me in the pond, it's too dirty."

(End of this chapter)