When Ye Hao heard the word "kindness" in Zheng Man'er's mouth, he always felt that something was not right.
But there is no explanation for this kind of thing.
Just as Ye Hao was about to forcefully change the topic, there was a lengthened black Lincoln on the surveillance screen in the hall.
The lengthened Lincoln's rear window did not rise, revealing a rather vicissitudes of face inside.
When Ye Hao saw this face, he was slightly stunned, and immediately stood up and said, "Man'er, you rest here first, I'll come."
Then, Ye Hao came to the gate of the Siheyuan.
Soon, he waved his hand gently and signaled Qin Menghan to take the people to retreat temporarily. Then he walked to the side of the car window and smiled and said, "Old Zhang, I haven't seen you for many days, but your style remains the same."
As Ye Hao finished speaking, the car door opened and eight middle-aged men in martial arts robes walked down slowly and scattered around.
Then an old man walked down.
His breathing was a little rapid, and he could only hear the sound that everyone could hear that he must have been injured in his heart, but even so, he was still as straight as pine when he stood there.
It is Zhang Junyuan, one of the seven ancestors of Jiecheng.
"Representative Ye, good afternoon."
"Come uninvited and disturb you to rest."
At this moment, Zhang Junyuan showed a gentle smile to Ye Hao.
Although Ye Hao couldn't figure out the purpose of the other party, and although the two sides were more or less a grudge, Ye Hao did not take all this to heart, but smiled and said, "Honey Zhang is so polite."
"You are an elder. If you come to visit the younger generation, there is no place to take the liberty."
"It's windy outside, so please have a cup of hot tea inside."
"No."
When he saw Ye Hao having a request, Zhang Junyuan smiled and shook his head.
"If only my friend is at home, I will definitely not be polite, but will enter directly."
"But with women at home, it's better not to enter as an old man."
"Wouldn't it be a sin to disturb your young romantic atmosphere?"
"Of course, if Xiaoyou Ye gives me face, can you take a few steps with me?"
"There are a few words that I may not say to others, but to you."
While speaking, Zhang Junyuan made a gesture of asking for help.
After thinking about it, Ye Hao nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm better obey my destiny than respect."
On the one hand, Ye Hao really doesn't want Zhang Junyuan to enter his courtyard house. After all, it's very inappropriate to have his own privacy inside.
On the other hand, Zhang Junyuan has already asked this, so there must be important things to say.
If that's the case, you might as well listen to what he is going to say.
After sending a message to Zheng Man'er, Ye Hao stepped forward.
Seeing Ye Hao's actions, Zhang Junyuan showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then he signaled his followers to hand him a crutch.
He leaned on a crutch and staggered forward with Ye Hao.
As for the eight eyes, the bodyguards whose temples were bulging high, and although they wanted to follow them, they were stopped by Zhang Junyuan waved his hand.
Soon the two walked to a dry river embankment outside the courtyard.
The autumn breeze makes a faint cooler place.
Ye Hao looked at Xiao Suo Qiuri and did not speak out.
"Representative Ye, come today and I have a few things I want to talk to you about."
Zhang Junyuan didn't say nonsense, but went straight to the point.