Fake daughters are wealthy

Ma'am, her vest is making a splash in the city again

Chapter 2647 Master, your father hopes you can go back

Xu Yi didn't reach out, just looked at the gift she handed to him with cold eyes, pursed his lips, and said very coldly: "No need, I don't have a father."

The old woman seemed to know that he would say that, and she didn't force him. She slowly put down the gift in her hand and said in a low voice, "Your father hopes that you can go back..."

Xu Yi was full of mockery: "He wants to recognize me if he can't be born, right?"

"Master, don't say that." The old woman didn't know how to comfort him, she thought for a while and said, "It will be good for your own development if you go back, you have stayed here and suffered a lot, as long as you go back... ..."

Before she finished speaking, Xu Yi closed her eyes to block the haze in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth was drawn into a line to interrupt her words: "I won't go back."

The old woman hesitated.

He put his hands in his pockets, and continued coldly: "Go back and tell him, I don't need him to find someone to teach me, and I don't need his cheap pass... I just want him not to disturb my life! I am living a good life now, My mom and I would be better off without him!"

"Master..."

Xu Yi didn't want to entangle with her at the entrance of the research institute: "I'm leaving, you go back."

The old woman looked helpless, and wanted to persuade him hesitantly, but she didn't know where to start.

She had no choice but to say to the young man who had grown up in front of her eyes: "Okay, I will take the gift away. But young master, the teacher your father arranged for you must continue to teach you, so don't resist him too much, or your mother will Know who found the teacher for you."

Xu Yi looked at her slightly coldly.

The old woman didn't have the heart to do this, but she couldn't change the status quo: "Your father will not allow you to drive away the teacher. If you want to protect your mother from being stimulated, please be patient..."

"I see." Xu Yi waved her hand, signaling her to leave.

The old woman put the gift she brought back into the car, opened the door and got in the car.

Seeing her getting into the car, Xu Yi watched her fasten her seat belt, then turned and walked into the research institute.

When he walked back, he didn't see the driver in the car turned around and whispered to the old woman in puzzlement: "Housekeeper Lai, why do you think the young master doesn't want to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan!"

"Okay, don't say a few words." The old woman obviously knew something inside, and she felt distressed when she saw the young man's thin back, and whispered in a low voice: "He suffered a lot with his mother since he was a child, and he should not go back. of."

The driver still didn't understand why Xu Yi didn't want to recognize his father.

The old woman was obviously not in a good mood, she raised her hand and told him, "Let's go."

She has to go back and report to Quentin, and also to report the young master's study progress during this time...

The day before yesterday, the teacher told him about the power distribution of the hidden family, and I don't know how much the young master listened to.

The old lady didn't stay any longer: "The young master doesn't like us disturbing his life, let's go."

The driver didn't dare to ask any more questions, turned the car around, and drove away slowly from the entrance of the research institute.

Because they were driving a Passat, not many people noticed them. The black car was low-key as if it had never appeared before, and no one cared.

On the other side of the road, the man in the driver's seat of a silver Phaeton rolled down the window and watched the black car pass by him...

He opened the door and got out of the car, leaned against the side of the car, lowered his head slightly, and sent a message to the first person on his WeChat list.

The sun shone obliquely on his body, outlining his broad shoulders and slender neck. The azure shirt on him was appropriately calm and dignified, as outstanding as a landscape painting...

The third kind of beauty in Beijing.

Ye Wangchuan.