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2319 Peaches and plums do not speak, they form their own paths(2/2)

"Yes, yes, teacher, let's go home and say."

Mr. Qian wiped the corners of his eyes and then helped Mr. Ye stand up.

At this moment, he didn't care about Yang Xiaotao's name. He had to recognize anything else without saying anything else.

He had just learned about the experiences of teachers over the years. It was because he didn't want them, but because he was really afraid of involving them.

But now...

Although he didn't know what method Yang Xiaotao used, as long as Master Ye could live a normal life, he would be content.

At the same time, he also understood that perhaps only this Yang Xiaotao and only these nine pieces could make his superiors open the net.

I was grateful and nodded to Yang Xiaotao.

Yang Xiaotao immediately stepped forward happily to support Old Ye on the other side. Old Wang was almost falling to the ground when he saw this scene.

It's a lot of calculations, but it's not that Yang Xiaotao is so shameless.

The relationship was decided directly.

The friendship between teachers and students is completely bound.

"Master, I will take you to your new home. Most of the people in the courtyard are from our Ninth Division."

"By the way, there are many elderly people in the yard. If you can play chess and take a walk together in your spare time."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go home first. I'll welcome you with the teacher."

Yang Xiaotao said, Old Ye nodded slightly, and Old Qian thought of something, "Xiao Tao, Master Ye, you must take good care of Master Ye."

"I'll go there later."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, "Okay, it's in our yard."

Mr. Qian nodded and said to Mr. Ye, "Master Ye, you go there first. I have something to do with me. I will definitely go there later."

"It's okay, you can just be busy. I will be content when I see you."

Old Ye smiled sincerely, Old Qian took a deep breath, then took a step back, bent down gently to salute, and then turned around and left.

Mr. Wang also smiled at Mr. Ye and then left.

"Old Qian, don't you follow me?"

Qian smiled, "No hurry, I have to tell my classmates, otherwise they will blame me to death when they know."

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the office of Department 9.

Mr. Wang followed behind him with a look of regret. Sure enough, this guy Yang Xiaotao was not at ease.

In the future, these nine parts will not be above other machine parts, at least it will be difficult to take advantage of them.

Maybe I have to work for the Ninth Department.

"Where did this guy get good luck?"

After Mr. Qian left, Yang Xiaotao asked someone to arrange a car and prepare to return to the Siheyuan.

Mr. Ye is old and lacks nutrition and is engaged in physical labor. His body is very thin.

When Yang Xiaotao helped him, Xiaowei began to transmit energy, even if she could help her a little, it would be good.

The car left the headquarters and soon arrived at the Siheyuan.

At the gate, Yang Xiaotao helped Mr. Ye walk in, and the people in the yard all looked curiously.

Yang Xiaotao smiled and introduced to everyone. When everyone heard that the old man was Yang Xiaotao's master and queen, his attitude was even more kind.

After the two entered the Intermediate Court, Grandpa Yang, Comrade Lao Jin, Ms. Cui, Director Ran Qiuye Wang and others all came forward to greet him.

Yang Xiaotao introduced him to everyone again, and then introduced his family.

After a brief encounter with the great master, Lao Jin and others, they became more and more enthusiastic.

Then, surrounded by everyone, he came to his residence.

Standing at the door, looking at the house in front of me, the scenes of the past swept through my mind, and then threw them behind my mind.

Love is full of Siheyuan?

That's already a past tense.

It's over, and another chapter will be next.

Walking into the house, everyone helped to arrange it.

The people in the yard helped clean up, Liu Lixue and Lou Xiaoe arranged the things they used, and Yang Xiaotao helped light the stove.

Old Ye and the other old men were sitting aside drinking water.

Just as Yang Xiaotao was going home to cook, outside the alley, there were cars, jeeps and even people riding bicycles, rushing one after another.

"Lao Qian, are you sure it's here?"

A tall and thin old man asked anxiously, and a group of people came down behind him and hurriedly ran towards him.

Before Mr. Qian could speak, someone came over again, "My surname is Chen, what are you waiting for? If you don't go in, just move out of here."

The tall and thin old man heard this and pushed the person forward, "My surname is Wang, as a junior, are you?"

"Nonsense, now I'm presenting the senior's poem with me. What did you do in the past?"

"Wang Gouzi, I'll say it again. I've looked for it, I've looked for it!"

"You didn't find it!"

The tall and thin old man immediately turned red when he heard this, and the two of them rushed together.

A group of people behind him rushed forward and separated the two, and then they saw tears falling from their faces.

The group of people following behind him were their relatives and their subordinates, but they were all on the side and didn't dare to get close to him at this moment.

"Two seniors, seniors."

Mr. Qian hurriedly stepped forward and separated the two, "Master Ye is inside. We will be so bad for the teacher to see it."

After hearing this, the two of them immediately wiped their faces with their hands.

"Senior Chen, please!"

After a long time, everyone calmed down, and then the old man surnamed Wang suddenly bowed his hand, his expression was serious, no longer the same as before.

The old man surnamed Chen was stunned, then looked at everyone, and then tidied up his face, "Schools, all of them are straightening their chests, let's meet Master Ye together."
Chapter completed!
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