Escape From The Tyrant President [逃离暴夫总裁]

Chapter 10

Damn it! Abandoning the words, Xing Gexuan quickly got out of the car and came to the co-pilot. He pulled open the door and offered one hand. He stared at him intently, his indifferent face gradually bursting into a smile, and his speech even more gentle: "Get off the car."

Boom—boom—staring at this gentle face, Ling An couldn't help but shudder, his heart was pounding, and he didn't understand why he was suddenly so friendly. He took the initiative to open the door without saying anything, but he was so kind. Could it be because of the old man?

Sure enough, the next second came his warning: "Come out quickly, I don't want to upset the old man."

He was right, this was just for the old man.

Ling An gave a wry smile, didn't say much, and quickly walked out of the car, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he was ordered by Xing Gexuan: "Hold my hand."

When he looked up, Xing Gexuan's arms stretched a few millimeters away, because he wanted to take the initiative to hold him.

When Ling An was looking at it, the urging sound in his ear was even more irritable.

"What are you thinking about, hurry up!"

"I tell you Ling An, you are not allowed to talk in front of Grandpa. If you make the old man unhappy, I won't forgive you easily. What should  be said and what should not be said, you know that right?"

As far as Xing Gexuan is concerned, filial piety is great. He obeyed Xing Shicheng (A/N: This is the grandfather's name if anyone is wondering.) and never worried the elderly. His warning is nothing more than not being allowed to mention his unhappiness in front of outsiders, pretending to be happy, pretending to be satisfied.

"I said I won't make the old man unhappy, so you don't need to remind me of these words."

"Hehe, ok let's go."

Putting a hand on his arm made Ling An very nervous. Except on the day of the wedding, they never held hands together. This is the first time in a long time that they have been so close. Even if you blame him ten thousand times in your heart, this kind of heart-pounding feeling has not disappeared from the beginning to the end.

"Haha,~~my nephew is here~~."

"Aunty, uncle, hello."

"Go, go, the old man is waiting in the back room."

"Ok."

After greeting each other, Xing Gexuan took Ling An to the back room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw an old man with a snowy temple and frosty hair sitting in a wheelchair, with a mustache, and a pair of dark brown eyes in slightly sunken eye sockets, his face full of joy, giving people a kind of vigorous energy.

He is the old man, Xing Shicheng.

"Ling An, come, come, haha~~Come here, grandpa, grandpa misses you a lot."

Xing Shicheng liked him very much. He never opposed him when he knew that Xing Gexuan was going to marry Ling An. Not only did he not oppose, but also very supportive. Therefore, every time he saw him, Xing Shicheng's good mood immediately rises and he becomes very happy.

"Come on, come to Grandpa, let me take a good look."

"Grandpa, the child is not filial. I haven't come to see you for so long." Ling An took the initiative, squatted down, and approached him, holding his hands naturally with his own hands, the wrinkled skin looking a little rough.

"I know that you are busy with work, and this old man understands."

Just after speaking, Xing Shicheng glanced at his grandson, then bowed his head and asked in Ling An's ear: "My dear grandson-in-law, tell grandpa, does this kid bully you?"

"Ha?"

When Xing Shicheng asked, Ling An was shocked. He had to say that he wanted to tell him that Xing Gexuan was a big bastard.