Wen Meiruo walked back a few steps and pulled her husband, reminding her, "Old man, didn't you say you shouldn't get angry? My son hasn't been back for almost a year. It's so rare that you just went home. Just calm down. Isn't it good for the whole family to have a meal in a harmonious way?"

Ye Ming was still very angry. His son had not come back for 307 days. He remembered clearly that not only that, in the past seven years, since he was nineteen, Ye Ke had returned so many times that he could count with two hands. He only had a meal and left when he got home. Every time, except for quarrels, the father and son were both terrifying and could not stop him from quarreling.

"Go and go, sit down, don't you tell your son about something important? Save it and say it carefully." Wen Meiruo was worried, one side was her son, the other side was her husband, and both sides were her flesh.

In the study, Ye Ming sat upright. Although he was over fifty years old, he was still energetic. His handsome face was marked by the traces of time. It can be seen that he must have been a handsome guy when he was young. You can tell that Ye Ke. Ye Ming had a stern face and his serious look were almost suffocating. He said bluntly: "Ye Ke, you are twenty-six years old this year, and you are not young anymore. It's time to start a family."

"That's all?" Ye Ke seemed very impatient and immediately interrupted, "There is no need to tell me that getting married will only harm other girls. I still want to go to heaven. I have to accumulate some good deeds. Not to mention that I will not get married at the age of twenty-six or thirty-six."

With a "bang", Ye Ming knocked heavily on the table, and the muscles in his jaw twitched, "What are you saying? Am I thinking about you?"

Ye Ke turned around and left without saying a word. There was really no need to continue talking. He just quarreled. He would rather go out for a ride or be buried in his work than go home and have a big quarrel with his father.

"Stop!" Ye Ming shouted, but to no avail. He blurted out in anger, "If you don't agree, I will take back the inheritance rights of your Mingye Group. I will send it, donate, sell it, and not leave it to you."

Ye Ketun stopped. In the Ye family, no one dared to joke about Mingye Group. This was the hard work of his father throughout his life. Although he retreated to the second line due to physical reasons, he was still the chairman of the group and had the full right to take back the company's power.

"I tell you, no matter what, you are all my sons. As your father, I have a way to cure you!"

Ye Ke took a deep breath. It seemed that my father was determined to cure him. He had been working for Mingye Group for seven years. He participated in Mingye's management since he was still in college. From the original Mingye Company to the current Mingye Group, it expanded from a top domestic electronics company to an internationally renowned first-class electronics group. My father took back everything with one word. How could he be willing? He has a greater ambition to practice.

He turned around silently, and said with a stubborn face: "I don't have a partner to date, why are I getting married?" Besides, Twenty-six is ​​not old enough, it's not enough to force a marriage.

His son knows best. Ye Ming knew that his son had given up. He took the opportunity to say, "Uncle An's family has two daughters who are still single. All the conditions are just right for you. The An family has very strict tutoring, and they are all the best girls. Don't say who I insist on marrying you, you can choose it yourself, I will never do **."

Isn't this forced marriage? Isn't this **? Choose one of two, either a or b. His father is still so strong, the older he gets, the more ridiculous he is. He doesn't go out to buy vegetables on the street. Does he do this? Even if he sells vegetables, there are countless types!

Ye Ke frowned, tightly pursed his lips and held back his inner depression, lowered his voice and asked, "Don't force me like this? I'm only twenty-six years old."

Ye Ming sat down slowly, crossing his legs, putting his fingers on the desk, knocking the table from his little finger to his index finger in turn, "Either abdicate or get married, I've made a choice for you, I didn't force you!" Jiang is still old, Ye Ming is bound to win. He knows his son too well. If he doesn't have a hard time, he will not have the intention to get married until he's thirty-sixth.

Ye Ke bit his lips and pouted hard. Who said he was his son? The two bulls collided, and there was always a side that retreated. "When will you choose?" he asked dullly.

"tomorrow!"

Ye Ke turned around and glared at his father. It was amazing. It was tomorrow. If it wasn't too late now, would you still be rushing to choose before going to bed? Choose your wife, choose one of them, and you won't do it yet!

Wen Meiruo saw her son coming down from the second-floor study and hurriedly met him, "Ye Ke, where are you going? Have you eaten."

"Mom, I won't eat anymore, I'll leave!" After saying that, he left without looking back.

Mrs. Li in the kitchen was carrying the vegetables. Seeing this, she asked worriedly: "Madam, are you quarreling again with the master? You are so angry that your master doesn't eat, that master..."

"Ahem!" At this time, Ye Ming held his hands behind his back, straightened his body and got off the stairs.

Wen Meiruo couldn't stop her son and hurriedly went up to ask her husband, "Old man, how are you? Did Ye Ke agree?"

Ye Ming stood on the stairs, looked down at them from a high place, and said calmly: "Let him choose by himself tomorrow."

"Oh, my good old man," Wen Meiruo smiled and threw admiring eyes at Ye Ming, "You really have a way, but you are still great... Oh, our son can finally marry a wife. Then next year, won't I be able to hold my grandson? That's great, so good..."

"Hmm~" Ye Ming blew his beard proudly. I can't cure my son? A joke!

As soon as he got on the bus, Ye Ke stepped on the brakes and rushed all the way to the coastal highway. There were not many cars here at night, and the road was winding and rugged. It was the favorite of the racing racers. There were often rich young men driving luxury cars here to drive here. Back then, Ye Ke was also a racing racer, but after returning from studying in France to take over Mingye Group, he devoted himself to his career. He would only come here to race for a few laps when he was extremely upset.

Haha, it’s ridiculous. Going to An’s house to choose a daughter as your wife is this so-called political marriage? What if I don’t let you succeed?! The more Ye Ke thinks, the more he feels depressed. He stepped on the accelerator and kept accelerating...

It was late at night, and he leaned against the car and faced the sea. The sea breeze blew his hair. He stretched out his hand and ignored it. His heart was bitter and cramped. He touched his pocket and took out a cigarette, and called the lighter several times, but it couldn't be called. The lighter was out of oil.

If the lighter is out of oil, you can add it again, but what about the relationship? Such a deep relationship, can you say it is gone? He is going to get married, but the bride will never be the one in his heart. Haha, God is indeed fair. It gave him enough ability to create wealth, but it gave him a scarred heart.

It's been seven years since she hasn't turned back. He said he would wait for her forever, but she also said that he would never come back and go to a place he couldn't find.

Haha, laughter, it became bitter. For seven years, he had waited long enough. Well, he would eventually get married and have children. Mingye needs the next generation of heirs.

From another perspective, this may be a good thing for him. It is too tiring to fall in love, so getting married can save trouble. Don’t your parents just want him to get married? It is not difficult to marry a wife, and it also saves them from nagging and persecution.

Get married, that's it... Get married!
Chapter completed!