100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 587 Visiting the Golden Gate

"Ah...is this convenient?"

Yuan Dahai's smile looked forced.

The master said, "Let him say he's a black bear spirit?"

Black...bear spirit?

Are you serious?

With a jumbled mix of emotions, he arrived at Mingjia's office.

The man had a gentle smile on his face and invited him to sit on the sofa.

Two cups of light tea were placed on the coffee table. The tea liquor was slightly dark, and it was hard to tell if it was Pu'er or something else.

When Yuan Dahai was alone, he was still a bit reserved, and his back was much straighter. Because he didn't know what the other party was up to, he didn't even dare to call out to Xiaoming.

"Uncle Yuan, have some tea."

"Hey, have some tea."

However, after taking just a small sip, he coughed several times.

Why are you brewing small green tangerines?

He really couldn't stand this stuff. He didn't understand why people who love tea had so many different ways of drinking it. If you asked Yuan Dahai, plain water was the best, or beer would be fine too. Anything was better than tea. It was so bitter, and he just couldn't stand it.

"Don't like it?"

Ming Jiaye immediately noticed Yuan Dahai's predicament.

He then got up, went to the freezer and took two cans of Red Bull, one for him and one for himself.

"Thank you."

"Uncle Yuan, I called you here to ask you some questions." Yuan Dahai held the ice-cold Red Bull, his face honest, but in his mind he was running a barrage of sarcastic remarks.

He just hates Xiaoming's arrogant attitude, which is unlike that of a nephew-in-law. Doesn't he know how to open a Red Bull can for him? Doesn't he know how to be friendly and not speak in a bureaucratic tone? Honestly, he's so clueless. He's not as sensible as Xiaosong, Xiaojian, and Xiaoji.

Of course, the moment he met Mingjiaye's eyes, he immediately became kind.

"go ahead."

"I want to ask about Huanhuan's background."

Just as Yuan Dahai was about to blurt out that he was a black bear spirit, he choked on a mouthful of Red Bull!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Both parents are dead." He didn't know what else to say; the master never chatted with him casually.

"Where are Huanhuan's parents from? I've seen your information; you don't have any siblings." "Huanhuan's father and I are sworn brothers."

Mingjia lowered her eyes and took a sip of the Red Bull from the bottle.

"So how did you meet Huanhuan's father?"

"We met when we were cutting pig feed on the mountain," Yuan Dahai said, spouting complete nonsense.

To everyone's surprise, Mingjia chuckled upon hearing this.

"Uncle Yuan, do you gather pig feed from the mountains in your hometown? That's quite unique."

Yuan Dahai's face flushed red instantly, and he stubbornly insisted on being the king of verbal sparring: "I remembered wrong. I went up the mountain to do something, and then I met Huanhuan's father. I saved him, and we became sworn brothers. So after Huanhuan's parents had an accident, I took her home to live with me."

"Who is the older brother and who is the younger brother?"

"Of course I'm the younger brother, and he's the older brother." Yuan Dahai said without thinking. After all, his daughter was still young, but Huanhuan was already 19 years old. Shouldn't the master's father be older? Ming Jiaye handed a document to Yuan Dahai.

His eyelids twitched, and he took the item with a suspicious look in his eyes. He glanced at it... Good heavens! In the column for Jin Huan's biological father, the age was listed as 35.

Having a baby at 16?

However, the regulations were not as strict before, and things that seemed unreasonable at first glance actually had some merit.

He gave an awkward laugh and sat there, unsure of what to say.

Ming Jiaye took out two cigarettes, one for Yuan Dahai and the other for himself.

The sparks flickered, slowly consuming the smoke, and white mist rose into the air.

He flicked some ash into the ashtray, his expression somewhat enigmatic.

"Uncle Yuan, you wouldn't want me to hand you over to the special department, would you?" Yuan Dahai was startled, his face turned pale, and he almost dropped the Red Bull in his hand.

The man gently curved his lips into a smile and patiently asked again, "So, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

"Have!"

"You say."