President six and a half years old

Here, Yan Ye didn't run into Ding Xian all the way to the bathroom, but when he returned to the box after going to the bathroom, he heard the sound of arguing from the air corridor.

"Everyone told you not to come, so you just don't listen! If you are willing to invest in how many companies you build yourself, can't you? You have to get involved in my business! I'm just a waste, can't do anything without your guidance?! "

It was Ding Xian's voice.

Yan Ye and Wang Yiyi looked at each other, Wang Yiyi understood, and knelt down to tidy up Yan Ye's clothes.

The little president has obsessive-compulsive disorder and is usually meticulous in dressing.In order to make her tidying clothes look more natural, Wang Yiyi had to take out Yan Ye's tightly stuffed shirt and tidy it up again.

The passing waiters vaguely heard voices from the garden and always approached them intentionally or unintentionally. They probably saw that Wang Yiyi and Yan Ye were too calm, thinking that it was just the voices of customers chatting too loudly.

"Yes! I know, there is no pie in the sky, and the pie that can come to your door is given by you! Okay? Why do you have to meddle in my affairs?" Ding Xian's voice became farther and farther away, and stopped halfway. and went back: "I'm really fed up!"

With a bang, the crushed soda can hit the wall.Wang Yiyi pulled Yan Ye back to the tea room.As soon as the two of them touched the water glasses, Ding Xian strode out.The collar of the carefully ironed clothes was torn out of shape by himself.Ding Xian broke the jar, anyway, the group of people hindered the old man from flattering him, so there was no need for him to put on a show.So he went back to the box with a fit of rage.

This defiant appearance was too different from the first time they saw Ding Xian.Wang Yiyi and Yan Ye looked at each other.

Looking out, Mr. Ding leaned on the railing and looked up at the sky. His white beard looked very long.

"What are you doing poking around? Come and have a chat with the old man." Old man Ding said to the sky, blowing his beard.

"..." seemed to be calling him.

Yan Ye took a slow step to make sure that Mr. Ding could notice his movements, and then waited for a while before walking over with confidence.

"Caught a little mouse." Mr. Ding narrowed his eyes and led Yan Ye to the steps.

Yan Ye narrowed his eyes and forced a smile.

I'm not a rat.

There is nothing to see in the sky, there are many buildings in the city with bright lights, and the stars are too small compared to the street lights, and you can't see them if you don't look carefully.

An old man and a young man sat on the steps, separated by several generations.The young one counted on his fingers, Mr. Ding's son was born quite late.

The old man laughed first, but he was kind: "The old man has seen your alien son."

"..." Yan Ye looked confused.

"Son from Alien" is not like Mr. Ding's age.

"My mother-in-law likes it." Old Man Ding chuckled, "Why do you come here to join in the fun, you little one?"

A little mouse, a small one, Yan Ye looked up at the sky, always feeling that he was really small in the eyes of the old man.

"Mr. Ding is here for whatever reason I am here."

It will be convenient to cooperate after the relationship between each family is a little better, although this kind of dinner is usually easy to develop into mutual comparison or flattery.

When Yan Ye said this, it sounded old-fashioned and a little naive and romantic.

Mr. Ding disagreed: "A child of your age should not think about anything, but fights with his classmates every day at school."

Hey, what parent doesn't think so.

Yan Ye blinked: "Grandpa Ding, everyone's way of life is different. My classmates and I come into contact with different things, so we can't play together."

It's okay if you can't play a piece, but you really can't find a common topic when you are with your classmates who usually go to class and do morning exercises.

"...a little person is pretty good at talking, everyone's way of life is different, hey, it makes sense!"

Mr. Ding sighed, maybe older people like children, Mr. Ding was boring after the whole dinner table, and Yan Ye's presence made him feel that he should take a walk in the garden downstairs, walk the birds and watch the children next door.

He was very melancholy: "The old man really shouldn't come to young people's place to join in the fun."

"..."

young people?Well, it might count for the old man.

Yan Ye heard something else from old man Ding's words: "Grandpa Ding, are you going back?"

Mr. Ding: "Smart, fly back after this meal."

Mr. Ding's family has a great career, but he is a little partial to this old man, but he can't sit here for a long time, otherwise Ding Xian's superiors will cause trouble.

"Oh."

Yan Ye was not interested in the affairs of Mr. Ding's family, and was going to say something else after he finished speaking.

However, after waiting for a long time, Mr. Ding was still looking up at the starless sky, Yan Ye couldn't wait any longer.If the old man continues watching like this, it's time for Ms. Xiao Yan to come out and look for him.

"Can you wait for me for a while?" Yan Ye asked a question, but he stood up anxiously.

The steps the child stood on were low, and when he got up, he was still at the same altitude as the sitting old man Ding.Old Man Ding laughed heartily: "Go."

The air corridor was not long, and it didn't take long for Yan Ye to go back and forth.He took the briefcase from Wang Yiyi and stuffed it with a glass of warm water.

Yan Ye explained while Mr. Ding was fetching the document: "This is an event plan that our company has recently prepared. I would like to ask for your opinion."

The child's serious expression is very cute, but his appearance is too serious, so Mr. Ding put back his teasing heart slightly: "Did you do it yourself?"

"Yeah." Yan Ye was modest: "I have an assistant to help."

Mr. Ding also understood his digressions, and he had an assistant to help him, but he came up with the main idea himself.

When old man Ding thought of Ding Xian, he felt unbalanced: "Yan Li is really not a thing! Let a child as young as you bear this pressure!"

"..."

The old Taoist cursed at the night sky, leaving Yan Ye in a mess in the night sky.It's embarrassing to refute, and it's even more wrong to agree.

He knew Mr. Ding long before this meal.It is also much more convenient to contact the elderly after owning a mobile phone.Yan Li mentioned old man Ding to him, but Yan Ye didn't know if old man Ding knew about him.I brought the plan here just to try it out, and the result was unexpected.

"It's what I wanted to do..." Yan Ye murmured in a low voice, "Besides, if you help Mr. Ding so much, he won't appreciate it."

He lowered his voice so that Old Man Ding, who was nearly seventy years old, could hear him clearly.

Old man Ding nodded his head angrily: "You are a big kid. The old man puts his words first, and his words are right and wrong. Things are good things. I can help if there is something missing, but what benefits can you give me?"

Yan Ye looked like a kid who didn't understand, "Don't bully me, if you become a shareholder, can you make less profit later? Otherwise, can our old man Yan mention me to you?"

"Hey, it's just that you are your home as a lonely old man."

Mr. Ding took Yan Ye back, and everyone in the room looked over.Ding Xian's gaze was particularly strange.

That's right, the old man feels that eating a meal is boring, and when the end comes, he just picks up a grandson and comes back, and doesn't like to talk to them in the whole house.

In fact, this is not the case.

After Yan Ye came back, he gradually joined their conversation.They reminisced about the past from all over the world and talked about the market trend. Yan Ye listened very carefully with a small plate on the side. Occasionally, when Mr. Ding looked over, he would make a point or two in a childlike voice.After that, when others talk, they will subconsciously look at him, just like looking at other people's children with excellent grades.

Oh, it turns out that Guangyu Media is in charge of this little guy.

The dinner is over.

A certain little guy hugged Xiao Yan's waist and didn't let go after getting into the car, nestled in her arms and remained motionless.

"Sleepy?" Xiao Yan pinched his son's face.

Yan Ye muttered vaguely: "I'm sleepy."

It started to rain outside, and the driver closed the windows to isolate the noisy business district.Xiao Yan hugged his son and looked out the window, the city gradually blurred into a warm orange.The driver played songs from the old era, but Yan Ye unexpectedly found them useful, and he was in a daze for a while.

"Son." Xiao Yan was sober, with a dry and soft heart inside: "Mommy really loves you."

The child's ears moved imperceptibly, and suddenly let go of his strength, Xiao Yan was so frightened that he hugged him tightly.Unexpectedly, Yan Ye struggled twice in a daze, his whole face pressed against Xiao Yan's stomach.

Mommy I love you too.

Yan Ye subconsciously wanted to respond, but firstly, he was too sleepy to move, and secondly, he didn't know why, so he suddenly felt embarrassed to say it.After Yan Ye went to primary school, he stayed with the film crew for a long time, and later he went to make an announcement, so he didn't have much time to talk with Xiao Yan alone.After resting again, everyone will be taller.How can I be so embarrassed.

The child is still a little bit crazy before going to bed: Why talk about it if you have nothing to do!