Chapter 8: Genius son

After school, Ning Ning went to the nearby supermarket to buy vegetables, fruits, meat and vegetables. When passing by the park, he saw an old man sitting on a bench.
He wore a fitted Tang suit, and the whole person exuded a very dignified aura.
Not far away, an extended version of the Rolls-Royce limousine was parked on the side of the road, and a man was nervously calling to urge people to come to the trailer.
It seems that the car broke down!
The two were almost head-on opponents. Ye Laoliu stood up in excitement, his face changed greatly, and Ning Ning was startled by him.
"you……"
Ning Ning is inexplicable. The gentleman with a small milk bag is very good-looking and smiles gracefully. "Good old grandpa!"
Ye Lao was shocked. The little boy I met at the airport that day gave me a glimpse of that day. It was very similar to Ye Chen. Now it looks more like it!
That eyebrow, that disguised elegance, looks like ninety-nine.
"Who is your dad?" Ye Lao asked suddenly, so shocked that he had been unable to control the trembling voice for many years.
"Grandpa, if you meet a stranger, will you ask who his father is?" Ning Ning smiled.
Ye Lao suffocated, the phone rang suddenly, he took it, Ning Ning wanted to leave, but he heard his first words and stopped.
"Ye Chen's secretary wants to change people?" Ye Lao Shen Sheng asked back, his face somber.
Ning Ning raised his eyebrows, his face pensive.
"In this case, let Ruoxi pass by, at least I can rest assured, watching him!" Ye Lao voice was extremely cold.
Ning Ning's lips curled up elegantly, but with a little chill.
Moyu-like pupils flashed a trace of sarcasm, turned away, and restored the elegant little milk bag.
"Well, that's it!" Ye Lao hung up the phone and locked it directly on Ning Ning's face, repeating, "Who is your father?"
Ning Ning smiled and was extremely elegant, "He is a teacher, you don't need to know!"
Take your steps and leave.
teacher? Ye Lao pursed his lips and smiled bitterly. Perhaps, it was just a coincidence. How could Ye Chen have a relationship with this civilian population?
Ning Ning, who was almost at the door of the apartment, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number, "Aunt Yun, do me a favor..."