Sister, I'm Sorry (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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"The little boy was no more than 20 years old at first glance, and he was frightened to wet his pants when he was flanked by the two of them."

In the school's cold drink shop, Shu Yun asked what Uncle Yan and Yan Nan were arguing about in the stands during the second half. Zheng Lan said lightly, then turned around and started laughing at her husband and son:

"You two are almost eighty years old together. What's the matter, you still want to make trouble and fight in other people's schools?"

Yan Lin and Yan Nan father and son did not speak, they were disciplined obediently.

Shu Yun reached under the table and hooked Yan Nan's little finger, and blew him a kiss while others were not paying attention.

This scene happened to be captured by Chairman Yan, who was looking like a torch.

Ha ha.

Stupid son, after you get married, see if your wife disciplines you.

"husband."

Zheng Lan called him, and his left hand also reached under the table and grabbed his fingertips,

"Didn't you order an Italian restaurant? It's almost time?"

Yan Lin immediately took his wife's hand back: "Well, I'll let the driver drive in to pick him up."

If you train, you can train. Beating is hurt and scolding is love. It's hard for a wife not to train.

The two couples pretended to invite each other for dinner. Among the four, only Zheng Lan was sincere. Yan Lin didn't want to eat with the young couple, and the young couple didn't want to eat with the old couple. They parted ways after a few polite words.

After the meal, Zheng Lan took Yan Lin to the mall to go shopping, bought him beautiful clothes of various colors and styles, and piled up a whole trunk of booty.

The driver drove the two to their home, and Yan Lin got out of the car behind Zheng Lan, but did not go in when he walked to the door of the house.

"I have to go back to the company to deal with something."

He stood under the first stone steps, hooked his lips to his wife,

"You go back first."

Zheng Lan nodded. The servant had already opened the door of the villa. She took a step forward and suddenly turned around and asked:

"Then what time will you be back?"

After Yan Lin listened, the whole person froze in place.

After more than 20 years of marriage, this is the first time Zheng Lan has cared about what time he will go home at night.

"Probably..."

He was rarely nervous,

"Around eleven o'clock at night."

"it is good."

She didn't say whether to wait for him, and after getting a reply, she turned around and stepped into the house.

After the door was closed, Yan Lin stood at the door of the silent house for several minutes.

He lived for 53 years, and countless things happened in the 53 years. The company went public, entered the world's top 500, and his personal worth exceeded 100 billion... All kinds of brilliant achievements are not comparable to Zheng Lan's casual remarks. A question brought him satisfaction.

Yan Lin turned back along the original path, and the moonlight dyed the path in front of him an ethereal silver-gray.

From this moment on, it seemed that he could no longer admit that he was a workaholic.