Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

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

The old woman seemed to know that he would say this and did not force him. She slowly put down the gift in her hand and whispered: "Your father hopes that you can go back..."

Xu Yiman mocked: "He wants to recognize me before he is 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 also 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 could finish speaking, Xu Yi narrowed her eyes to block the haze in her eyes, and pulled the corners of her mouth into a thin line to interrupt her: "I won't go back."

The old woman was a little hesitant.

He put his hands in his pockets and continued coldly: "Go back and tell him that I don't need him to find someone to teach me, nor do I need his cheap supervision... 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 tangle with her at the entrance of the research institute anymore: "I'm leaving, you go back."

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

She could only say to the grown-up young man in front of her: "Okay, I will take the gift away. But young master, the teacher assigned by your father will continue to teach you. Don't resist him too much, otherwise your mother will Know who got you the teacher.”

Xu Yi looked at her with cold eyes. .

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

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

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

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

As he walked back, he didn't see the driver of the car turning back to the old woman and whispering in confusion: "Butler Lai, why don't you think the young master doesn't want to acknowledge his ancestors and return to his clan?"

"Okay, just say a few words." The old woman obviously knew some of the inside story. She felt heartbroken when she saw the young man's thin back, and murmured in a low voice: "He has suffered a lot with his mother since he was a child, so it's right that he doesn't want to go back. of."

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

The old woman was obviously in a bad mood. She raised her hand and told him: "Let's go."

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

The day before yesterday, the teacher told him about the power distribution of the hidden family, but he didn't know how much the young master listened to it.

The old woman stopped staying: "The young master doesn't like us disturbing his life, let's go."

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

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

On the other side of the road, a man in the driver's seat of a silver Phaeton rolled down the window and watched the black car pass 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 him, outlining his broad shoulders and slender neck. The blue shirt on him looked appropriately calm and dignified, as outstanding as a landscape painting...

The third kind of beauty in Beijing.

Ye Wangchuan.