There is a kind of man who can afford the most expensive wine, but he can still drink very happily when drinking the cheapest wine. This kind of man is most attractive to women. Yang Ningbing knows that Ye Hetu has the habit of a glass of wine after a meal. It happens that there are several old men who were drinkers with Deng Gong and were his friends in the past, so Ye Hetu basically drinks this Maotai. Although Kweichow Moutai, as a national wine, does not have the so-called ministerial special wines that the old wine lovers who have been dealing with wine for a lifetime, are naturally not the kind that can be bought on the market. However, this time I came to Beijing without bringing wine, so what Ye Hetu is drinking is now the most ordinary Beijing Erguotou. After Yang Ningbing finished drinking, he poured another glass. Seeing that his son was carrying Xiao Liuli out to play, he asked when he was packing the dishes and asked, "This wine is delicious?"

"It's better than Moutai." Ye Hetu was full of warmth and drunkenness. He drank it all and gently handed out the wine glass. Yang Ningbing took it naturally, but did not pour the wine. The wine was over fifty degrees. She didn't want to see him drunk, "Don't be heard by your old men in the Moutai winery, otherwise they would have to fight you."

Ye Hetu shrugged. Drinking is nothing more than a mood. If you sit around you, you will feel bored even if you are a cow and drink nectar and jade liquid. If you are a confidant, you can learn from Erguotou. Liu Ling can get drunk for three thousand days, let alone the wine she poured in by herself.

"The girl from the Su family, Han Yun, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Education, and now behind this is Yan Qingwu from the Beijing Military Region. I used to be afraid that Wudao would not be able to find a wife. Now I really start to have a headache. What should I do if I do? I would like them to be my wife, but what about their parents? Not to mention their prominent background, just for one parent, who doesn't want their daughter or granddaughter to find a good man who is loyal to marriage." Yang Ningbing put down the bowl and chopsticks and sat down again. This was a very rare way for her to take the initiative to discuss her worries with Ye Hetu. In the past, when she encountered difficult political problems, Ye Hetu reminded him in a roundabout way, and she never asked him what matters.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. We parents should not worry too much. Your father's old and scheming person has not taught this bastard a lesson. You should just be busy with your own business. Your Central Party School is not so easy to end. I am afraid that because of my geography, the group of grasshoppers who were completely trampled to death will jump up and bite you without eyes." Ye Hetu said softly. He looked at Yang Ningbing with a pleading look at the wine glass and the bottle of Erguotou with a look. Yang Ningbing laughed and smiled, and poured a glass of wine for the pitiful man.

"I disdain the tricks of those clowns who jumped into the beams." Yang Ningbing shook her head and looked at the man in front of her and drank all the wine in her glass, then took a breath with great satisfaction. Her posture and expression looked particularly like an ordinary middle-aged man in her forties. She used to be particularly disgusted with his incompetent work, but now she is becoming more and more adaptable to his ordinary life for the past twenty years.

"It would be fine if they were all villains. If you step on it, you will just kowtow and confess my guilt. The problem is that there are many hypocritical hypocrites among them. Once such people hold grudges against you, it is indeed not a pleasant thing. Ningbing, you should deal with the latter carefully. After all, this place is not the south, not your chassis." Ye Hetu reminded carefully that Ningbing is good, but the strong spirit of the Yang family has not been rounded and smooth even after twenty years of official career.

"Indeed, the King of Hell is easy to deal with. The little devil is difficult to deal with." Yang Ningbing said lightly. She is not the kind of honest official who is stereotyped and sacred on TV. She is just a senior official with her own bottom line and conscience. Suddenly, she remembered something, and Yang Ningbing's expression became solemn, "Is Qingge coming to Beijing too? Tell me the truth, is Wudao in danger, a great danger?"

Ye Hetu hesitated for a moment, faced the woman he had been concerned about for more than 20 years, and said seriously: "Yes, and it's very big."

An extremely complex contradictory expression appeared in Yang Ningbing's eyes, her mother's instinctively panic, her superior's calmness, her woman's softness, and her strong determination.

Ye Hetu put down his wine glass and said, "I have never made the same mistake for the second time in my life."

Yang Ningbing lowered her head, her eyelashes trembled, and asked a question that never felt that she would ask in her life, "Hetu, why are you so kind to me? I know that the strong woman like Cai Yongyan, a Yan family in Beijing, who is now called the wind and rain, is not conspicuous among the many women who pursue you."

Ye Hetu scratched his head. He was a little embarrassed when he was in danger. Finally, he asked carefully with a nervous expression: "Do you really want to listen to the truth?"

Yang Ningbing nodded seriously.

Ye Hetu took a sip of wine and seemed to have a courage to give himself a sense of courage. He said, "The first time I saw you was not the time when I pretended to be crazy under the overpass in Beijing, nor the time when I gave a speech with you at the Central Party School. In fact, it was actually earlier when I went to the Chengdu Military Region to find fault. It happened that I was very surprised and unexpected, and I definitely didn't see the shower on purpose. At that time, I was still a genuine virgin..."

Yang Ningbing did not show Ye Hetu's unexpected move to smash the wine glass or throw the plate. On the contrary, she actually smiled, and the dazzling smile of the spring breeze and rain in summer flowers.

Ye Hetu knew something was wrong. Sure enough, Yang Ningbing kept this smile and cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks from the table. When she walked to the kitchen door, she looked back and said in an extremely gentle tone: You should sleep on the sofa this month. If you feel uncomfortable in the sofa, the floor is OK."

"Liuli, do you believe in life?" Ye Wudao sat on the swing of Helian Liuli, who was holding a book "The Buddha of Lantern", and responded with cold eyes to passers-by. The world was bustling with profit. This truth was instilled by his grandfather countless times when he was very young. Therefore, Ye Wudao actually had an almost pathological pessimism about life, so he was especially good at self-deprecating and self-sarcasm.

"Well, Liuli believed. Grandpa said that every grass and tree are all determined by heaven; every drink and peck are all the fate of the front." Helian Liuli raised her head and said persistently, and was hidden in her wide coat by her cold red face, and then her whole body was hidden in Ye Wudao's warm embrace. Her current life is like her current posture. No matter how dirty life is, it cannot be despised her pureness. Because this man is even darker than darkness.

"A woman once told me a story, a story about fate." Ye Wudao gently swung the swing, and Helian Liuli in his arms blinked his crystal eyes. He sighed deeply. He seemed to want to expel his irritability from the emotional realm, and said, "She said that a servant in the holy city of Mecca was going out to buy vegetables. When he saw the God of Death smiling at him, panic, he ran back to his master's house. The master kindly lends him a horse to avoid it. Later, when the master went to buy vegetables, he also saw the God of Death when he asked the God of Death why he smiled sinisterly at the servant. Liuli, do you know how the God of Death answered?"

"The God of Death should say that he was wondering that he was going to take that servant away in Medina City. But that servant was still in Mecca at that time, right?" Helian Liuli replied for a moment.];o "What a smart child." Ye Wudao nodded and patted Helian Liuli's head. This is fate. It binds everyone who is entangled like a rope, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't break free. Every time Ye Wudao thinks of this black fable story, he will be upset. Man conquers nature. But can it really surpass the will of heaven in the end?

"The person who tells this story must be much smarter than Liuli." Helian Liuli stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ye Wudao's cold cheek. She didn't want Brother Wudao to show this expression. She also liked him to show a slightly cunning and bad curve, so that she would be very happy and happy for a long time.

"She."

Ye Wudao had a strange smile. Indeed, if the woman who was worshipped by half of India would be considered a terrifying character with great wisdom and near demons if it weren't for the prophet.

Who else in this world can understand the meaning of fateful Zen better than Zen Kaposa?

"Brother Wudao, I remember grandpa said that the so-called "defying the heavens" was just Kashyapa's smile when the Buddha picked up flowers. It was a sweet smile in the sky. It might be Xi Shi's washing silk when he met Fan on the banks of Yeruo River. In short, no one knows whether his destiny has changed, then don't think unnecessary. So grandpa also opposed me asking him about ghosts and gods." Helian Liuli pointed his slender fingers and said in a pride.

"Your grandfather is a very amazing person. Well, Liuli, you have to remember your grandfather's kindness to you all your life, do you know? Ye Wudao sighed. Helian Shenji is the two immortal old men of the Vatican Church and Indian Zengaposa, which shows his weight. No matter what, let it go, and it is not a bad thing to do.

"Liuli knows that Liuli will remember Brother Wudao's goodness for the rest of her life." Xiao Liuli's face is full of childishness and has the imprint of life's rudeness, so Helian Liuli has a kind of maturity and mind that is not in line with age.

"I owe your grandfather and you." Ye Wudao looked up at the gray sky. Those who were proficient in feng shui fortune telling were particularly awe of Tianji Star Fight. I wonder if Brother Helian had a smile at another time and looked down at this struggling world.

"Brother Wudao, when I grow up, can you take me to travel all over the world? I heard from my grandfather that there are many mysterious things in this world, but I know that Brother Wudao is very busy and doesn't care about Liuli." Helian Liuli's little face was full of loss. Her delicate little face looked particularly beautiful when it wrinkled slightly, and her agility brought about a pity and tenderness.

"Don't worry, I will take Liuli to see the sarcophagus of Queen Anksampti in ancient Egypt 4,300 years ago. The pictograms engraved with pyramid inscriptions on the stone wall are said to be able to help the dead travel through the darkness to reach the other side of immortality; then go to India to let Liuli see the oldest "Rigveda", and then take you to see the continent forgotten by mankind in Atlantis." Ye Wudao promised.

Xiao Liuli's little face smiled suddenly.

Ye Wudao suddenly smiled wickedly and said, "Liuli, why don't you be your wife to Brother Wudao when you grow up?"

Helian Liuli's face, which was already red from the cold, was even more rosy as blood. She tilted her head, stretched out her little finger timidly, and finally plucked up the courage, saying, "Brother Wudao, when Liuli gets old, I will be your wife. Let's hang it on the hook for 100 years and will not change."

Ye Wudao stretched out his finger to hook her, and smiled softly with an intoxicating look on his face, "Well, hook will not change for a hundred years."
Chapter completed!