"Mr. Ye, President Zhong is here." The housekeeper walked up to Ye Qianmo and whispered.

Old fox! It seems that he knew that no one else could pass on the news about Vice President Song being Shuanggui, so he did it himself.

He really worked hard for his daughter. If only his heart towards Xia You was one-tenth as good as Zhong Yunshang's, he might not touch him.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you let him get rejected? After all, he is the president of the association." The housekeeper advised softly.

"No, please come in. Also, please watch the upstairs and don't let Song Wanting come down."

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

President Zhong's car entered the gate of the villa smoothly as he expected. When he arrived at the door of the main house, Zhong Yuquan got out of the car and saw Ye Qianmo standing leisurely in front of the steps, waiting for him.

He knew that no matter how arrogant the boy named Ye was, he would not dare not give him face, so he should welcome him out after all.

"It's really surprising that President Zhong came to the humble residence so late." Ye Qianmo curled his lips and said sarcastically.

"I have something important to talk to you about, and I really can't spare any time during the day." Zhong Yuquan casually found an excuse and accepted his words.

"Really? You see, you are also an elder and the chairman of the provincial party committee. If you have something to do, call me and I should come to listen to your teachings."

Ye Qianmo was a little obedient, just not inviting him in and talking to him politely at the door.

Of course Zhong Yuquan knew that this boy was deliberately embarrassing him. Knowing that it was intentional, he was indeed very angry.

Boy, do you think you can survive the old world with your young brain? I think you will beg me one day!

"What's the matter, you still don't want to treat me to a cup of tea?" Zhong Yuquan's old face sank, and Ye Qianmo immediately pretended to be respectful and said: "You see, I've been really slow to react recently. I'm afraid it's because of my age.

I asked you to go and sit inside, please come quickly!"

Zhong Yuquan glanced at Ye Qianmo's seemingly respectful face in displeasure, and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

At his age, he really doesn't want others to imply that he is old. When Ye Qianmo said this, it reminded him of the saying, "Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"

Don't care about him, but you are young and energetic. When the time comes when your entire Ye family collapses, I wonder if you still have the heart to make sarcastic remarks to me here, Zhong Yuquan thought viciously.

After entering the door of the main house and entering the hall, Zhong Yuquan raised his voice and asked, "Why don't you see Wanting? I'm not just here to see you, I'm mainly here to see her."

Of course Ye Qianmo knew what he had in mind. He smiled calmly and explained: "You also know that pregnant women are sleepy and went to bed so early. Logically speaking, if you come in person, I should call her down. She was frightened some time ago.

Too much, I'm short of sleep, I can't bear to call her. As a parent, you are the most kind, and you must understand the mood of me as a father. It's not all for Wanting, the most important thing is for me.

The child thinks."

Zhong Yuquan wanted to say something loudly on purpose to let Song Wanting hear that he was coming, but when Ye Qianmo blocked him like this, it was hard for him to say anything.

"That's understandable. I'm also a father myself. Let's go in." Zhong Yuquan had no choice but to say this, and under the guidance of Ye Qianmo, he went to the small reception room.

When the housekeeper went upstairs, he was thinking about how he could let Wanting Song know that something had happened to the Song family.

As long as he thought of how Song Wanting treated him, she and Yu Shanshan jointly wanted to start with his children. This revenge is not a gentleman. Unfortunately, he can't do too much, otherwise Ye Qianmo will also have his anger.

Mr. Ye, how many children do you want, Xia Youxin will give you birth, it must be 10,000 times better than this vicious woman gives you a child. I will do this in the end in my life. I hope you don’t blame me.

Then, then

The housekeeper glanced at the door of Song Wanting, and came up.

When I walked to the door, he heard some of the slight sounds from Song Wanting in the room. He pretended not to hear, and told the two maids standing outside the door: "You are a little more carefully, the guests came downstairs, the guests came down, and the guests came down.

Mr. Ye urged Miss Song to go down. She seems to be asleep? Don't wake her up. She is so big now and is about to give birth. What emotions have fluctuated?
Chapter completed!