Does Zhao Qin mind?

Of course he minded. Zhao Qin even wanted to ask the old man what he meant. Why did he call this woman Ye Qingcheng and me into the study? What on earth did he want to talk to us about?

However, Ye Shiwen is his elder, even his grandfather. If he said he minded, wouldn't it mean that he would not give Ye Shiwen face?

Although Zhao Qin really didn't want to give face to this old man, Zhao Qin was also a sensible woman. She knew that if she didn't give Ye Shiwen face, then another branch of the Ye family would have more reason to attack the main branch of the Ye family, so at this time

Zhao Qin could only swallow his dissatisfaction into his stomach.

"Of course I don't mind." Zhao Qin said with a sweet smile. Even Zhao Qin himself didn't know why he said such a sentence. Zhao Qin was almost going crazy.

Because Zhao Qin had already seen the triumphant look in Ye Qingcheng's eyes. In Zhao Qin's eyes, Ye Qingcheng's look simply deserved a beating.

If he hadn't clenched his fist until it turned white, Zhao Qin would have almost been tempted to rush up to Ye Qingcheng to ask for an explanation, right?

"Haha, that's good." Mr. Ye Shiwen laughed loudly.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, Qingcheng, you all come with me."

After saying that, Mr. Ye Shiwen turned around and walked towards the study. I winked at Zhao Qin and told her not to think too much. I know Zhao Qin's temper very well. Of course, I can understand what Zhao Qin is thinking at this time.

What are you thinking about.

I'm afraid that if I don't remind Zhao Qin, Zhao Qin will immediately go crazy.

Zhao Qin also gave me a warning look, meaning that I should not do anything to make her sorry. I guessed it right, this girl was just thinking wildly.

But Ye Qingcheng was not so kind, and raised his beautiful eyebrows at Zhao Qin provocatively, which made Zhao Qin's teeth itch with hatred.

If it weren't for someone else's home court, Zhao Qin felt that he might not be able to bear the prehistoric power in his body.

Why is there such a hateful woman as Ye Qingcheng in this world?

This question has appeared in Zhao Qin's mind countless times today, but he has never been able to get an answer.

Seeing Zhao Qin's obviously angry expression, Ye Qingcheng felt much better.

Finally regaining a victory, Ye Qingcheng felt like he breathed a sigh of relief, it was so satisfying.

Ye Qingcheng was still thinking about whether to hold my arm and continue walking forward, but if he did, Zhao Qin would definitely get angry and his family would question him, and I was almost following the old man to the door of the study, so Ye Qingcheng could only

gave up such a plan.

After entering the study, I was attracted by the various precious calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room.

It seems that Mr. Ye Shiwen is also a person who loves collecting. These things cannot be collected by those with money and power. They have to spend all kinds of efforts to find them.

If you don’t have a certain interest in calligraphy and painting, how can you spend so much time collecting them?

I even saw a lot of famous paintings that were said to have been lost. I don’t know if they are fakes or something like that, but with an identity like Mr. Ye Shiwen, he wouldn’t collect fakes, would he?

But if these calligraphy and paintings are real, that would be terrible. Taking them out will at least cause a big earthquake in the literary and collecting circles!

"What? Are you interested in calligraphy and painting?" The old man glanced at me and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, I've studied it." I nodded and said.

"Haha, few young people nowadays are interested in such things." The old man said with a smile while stroking his beard.

"Not necessarily." I smiled.

"If some young people are allowed to learn more about it, there will definitely be many people who are interested in this aspect."

"But it is not an easy thing for those young people to take the initiative to understand." The old man said with a smile again.

I thought about it and felt that what the old man said seemed to make some sense.

The old man withdrew his gaze, and then said to Ye Qingcheng, who had just walked in: "Qingcheng, close the door."

Ye Qingcheng nodded, closed the study door and came to my side.

The old man looked at me, then at Ye Qingcheng, and then said to me again: "Do you know why I called you two here and asked Qingcheng to close the door?"

I looked at the old man in surprise, wondering why he would ask such a question.

But I didn't raise any questions. After thinking for a while, I suddenly thought of something that made my eyes light up.

"Does the old man have anything he can only say to me and Ye Qingcheng?" I asked uncertainly.

The old man's face gradually became full of smile, and he said to me: "You guessed half of it right."

half?

I was stunned, what else could the other half be?

"I can roughly guess what you mean by calling me in, old man." I said to Mr. Ye Shiwen again.

"But if your purpose is what I think, why don't you call Zhao Qin in too? I think Zhao Qin is more suitable to talk to you alone, old man."

"This is the reason for my other half." The old man said again.

My eyes narrowed, and I gradually felt the old man's purpose.

The old man glanced at me with a smile on his face, and then turned his attention to Ye Qingcheng.

"Qingcheng, what do you think?" Mr. Ye Shiwen asked.

"Me?" Ye Qingcheng didn't react to his grandfather's change of topic for a while.

"Grandpa, what kind of feelings are you talking about?"

"Of course it's my reflections on some things I've done recently." The old man said again.

The confusion on Ye Qingcheng's face gradually disappeared, and she understood what her grandfather meant.

"I don't have any feelings, but what grandpa did is right. I know you are thinking about the Ye family." Ye Qingcheng replied.

"Yes. I am indeed thinking about the Ye family." The old man nodded, agreeing with Ye Qingcheng's statement.

"However, this approach threatens the interests of many people, the biggest of which is you. You have often blamed me these days, right?"

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help being stunned, then quickly shook his head and said to the old man: "Grandpa, I didn't, how could I blame you?"

"What's so unspeakable about this?" Mr. Ye Shiwen said.
Chapter completed!