Li Huaming just returned home at this time.

This is a European-style villa that has been a while ago. The exterior walls are covered with brown and green ivy, which looks a little old.

But when you walk into the house, it is very elegant. The dark decoration and exquisite furniture make the whole house look quite elegant and noble.

A middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting on the sofa in the living room, casually flipping through a large stack of newspapers on the table.

"Hua Ming is back..." A woman with a nanny smiled and stepped forward to take her coat for her to hang it on the clothes hanger next to her.

Li Huaming smiled and nodded, saying, "Where is my dad!"

"The governor reads the newspaper in the living room!" said the nanny with a smile.

"Oh!" Li Huaming responded with a smile, then walked towards the living room.

"Dad..." Li Huaming sat down on the sofa next to him, took the tea delivered by the nanny, and took a sip.

"Huh...you're willing to come back today!" Li Shijun raised his eyes gently and looked at Li Huaming, with a hint of teasing flashing in his eyes.

Li Huaming chuckled and said, "Isn't this Saturday? I think you are at home, I have to come home for a meal!"

"Haha... so filial?" Li Shi threw the newspaper in his hand casually, looked at his son, his eyes full of sighs, and said with a smile: "Tell me, what's the matter..."

"Actually nothing is wrong, I just want to tell you something!" Li Huaming smiled and said, "Dad, do you know that Zhao Yinwu was interrupted by someone this morning?"

"Zhao Yinwu?" Li Shijun's face changed slightly and he said, "Which Zhao Yinwu?"

"Who else do you think there is one!" Li Huaming said with a smug smile.

"Ah?" Li Shijun's face changed slightly, and then he became serious and said in a deep voice: "What's going on? Who did it?"

"Fan Xiaonan did it, I've inquired about it. Zhao Yinwu wanted to have a shop in Fang Xiaonan, but Fang Xiaonan directly broke his leg!" Li Huaming smiled proudly.

"Fan Xiaonan?" Li Shi raised his eyebrows and suddenly said in surprise: "That Fang Xiaonan!"

"Yes, just the one I told you last time!" Li Huaming said with a smile.

Li Shijun took a light breath, poured it back, turned his head and looked out the window, thoughtfully and pondered for a while, then turned back and said, "Just know this, don't yell~!"

"I know Dad, you know I have always been low-key! But if the old Zhao family can't handle it well this time, then hehe..." Li Huaming didn't understand his own thoughts and smiled proudly. He was coming back to let the air!

"Yes!" Li Shizhi picked up the teacup and took a sip, nodded slightly. He was still satisfied with his son. He was steady and smart. He was much more reliable than the boy of the old Zhao family who was frivolous in the southern province.

"Old Zhao will arrive at the station in one year. Can you still go to the market? This year is the key... It's hard to say how to do this, but as long as he moves, everyone will probably watch it; so don't mess up the waters inside, anyone with a discerning eye is there!"

Looking at his son with an excited look on his face, Li Shizhuan still explained earnestly.

"I understand!" Li Huaming replied with a smile.

After answering the phone, Zhao Wuxiang looked ugly. He stood in the ward and walked to the other end. He walked to the other end, making Mrs. Zhao next to him look panicked.

After decades of following Lao Zhao, although her hair is long and short, she also knows that she can make Lao Zhao look like this. She has only seen five, six chapters, five, six chapters, and many five, six chapters, and all the major events.

Zhao Yinwu, who was lying on the bed with his legs in plaster and was hanging in the air, looked at his mother with a serious look on his face, and then he began to feel panic. He had been smooth sailing all his life, and in recent years he was blown and praised outside, and was spoiled by his mother at home, and had never encountered any unpleasant things.

But this time, seeing that even his mother didn't dare to speak, she realized something was wrong in her heart. She quickly shrank her neck and did not dare to speak anymore.

But seeing Lao Zhao walking back and forth for more than ten times, finally I couldn't help it anymore. Mrs. Zhao said carefully: "Old Zhao..."

Zhao Wuxiang took a deep breath, looked at the secretary next to him, his face was gloomy, and he said, "Go and help me meet the imitation Xiaonan, and I will invite him to dinner and be sure to enjoy the scenery!"

As soon as Zhao Wuxiang said this, the room suddenly became silent. Mrs. Zhao next to her even widened her eyes and looked at her husband. Is this old man really crazy? The imitation boy broke his son's legs, and the old man wanted to invite someone to dinner.

The secretary next to him was slightly stunned. Looking at the face of his boss, he confirmed that he had heard nothing wrong, and quickly responded and went out.

The air in this room is too depressing, so it's better to go out as soon as possible.

"Old Zhao...Whose child is this Xiaonan from? Why haven't I heard of anyone with the surname Mian? How dare you be so arrogant?" Mrs. Zhao turned her eyes and said authentically.

Zhao Wuxiang smiled coldly, looked at his son on the hospital bed, and said ruthlessly: "How do I know which onion and garlic is the mother?"

After the scolding, looking at his wife and son who were scared and silent, his heart softened again, and he sighed, "This is Xiaonan, the nephew of Dongyuan Lao Fang, but no one knows who he is, only knows this kid... no one can afford to mess with!"

"Someone once told me to pay more attention in Nan Province and not provoke this kid. It was said that the child from Director Yang's house in Beijing had provoked Xiaonan, but was caught up with his family by the other party. He beat him up in front of Director Yang, and it was said that he also paid a terrifying number! The matter was settled at that time!"

"Old Fang from Dongyuan? Isn't he your subordinate?" Mrs. Zhao said in shock.

"He is my subordinate? But he is only half a level lower than me, and he can't do anything to his nephew. I heard that he ran to the countryside for the past or two years and sent someone to focus on the countryside. I only now know that he is just to please his nephew!"

Zhao Wuxiang took a deep breath, his eyes full of anger, and said, "His sister-in-law, I heard that his origin is so scary, who can do it!"

Mrs. Zhao's face changed again and she said in a stern voice: "Is the Yang family in Yanjing the one, that Uncle Yang?"

"Otherwise? Which other surname is Yang in Yanjing?" Zhao Wuxiang snorted coldly, then looked at his precious son coldly and said in a cold voice: "This is nothing. Not long ago, the boy of the Yang family was dissatisfied and provoked Fu Xiaonan again. As a result, it is said that Director Yang is praying to gods and Buddhas everywhere, but he still doesn't know where his only grandson is locked up and is still alive!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yinwu, who was already a little pale, turned pale in an instant. He looked at himself and said in a trembling voice: "Dad...really?"

"What do you think? Otherwise, I dare not give it to me if I want an explanation?"

After hearing this, Zhao Wuxiang was so angry that he didn't make a fuss, and said with a cold face, "Otherwise, I am a provincial chief. If it weren't for you, I would have yelled to invite someone to dinner and apologized in a low voice? If you were taken away by someone, I wouldn't have the shame to ask people everywhere like Lao Yang!"
Chapter completed!