Bossy President and Genius Son

011 Sadness

Ye Chen had no guilt, the box of bento was delicious, filling and satisfying, he hadn't eaten such delicious home cooked food in a long time.

How long has it been?

So long that he couldn't even remember.

This afternoon, Ye Chen was cloudy and gloomy, his handsome features were so cloudy that water could drip out of them, if the usual Ye Chen was elegant and cold, then today's Ye Chen was gloomy and cold.

Cheng Anya was scolded by him several times for no reason, the entire secretary's office, the atmosphere is as cold as winter, everyone is in danger, was called in by him, will be admonished out.

Ye Chen mood is very irritable, Cheng Anya can see.

Near the end of the day, Ye Chen let Cheng Anya give him a cup of coffee, sent in, Ye Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, long and straight body with a 'forced' pressure.

It was already dusk, the light of the setting sun was very warm, the whole office was jumping with warmth.

Cheng Anya gently put down her coffee with her hand and gave a reminder.

“Ms. Cheng, line up my schedule for the evening.” Ye San Shao did not turn around, his voice was slightly dark and hoarse, and in the afterglow-strewn presidential room, this voice revealed a kind of low sadness.

“Yes!”

Slowly exiting the President's, as she closed the door, Cheng Anya couldn't help but take another look at him.

This man has a powerful charm that always involuntarily attracts people's eyes, he's elegant, he's cold, he's ruthless ......

had all the conditions of a female 'killer'.

In her opinion, Ye San Shao was always powerful, so powerful that he was close to being omnipotent.

But today's Ye San Shao, a sadness pervaded his body, 『rubbed』the grief of longing, he seems to miss who, the warmth of dusk, seems to have nothing to do with him.

It could not be blended into his thoughts and sorrow.

Cheng Anya heart a slight pain, the more powerful people, the more they hide all their weaknesses, can not cry, can not show weakness, in fact, such a person, there is a place in the heart ......

Than who are vulnerable, soft.

Shit, such a specific light, such a specific person, such a specific back, damn in line with the setting of the sad hero in the dog blood drama.

Ye San Shao, you changed to the path of sadness?

That's really ......

It's too comical!

This area is a rich area, fashionable villas abound, there is a European style, there is a British style, there is a Gothic composite style ...... situated in the mid-levels, look past, luxury, spectacular.

Silver 『Color』 Rolls Royce parked in front of a pile of European-style villas, Ye Chen opened the door, elegantly walked into the villa, more than usual a layer of coldness, but not like the shopping mall so aggressive 『forcing』, appear to be much more stoic.

“Third young master, you are back, master is waiting for you!” The older butler respectfully invited Ye Chen inside.

The villa was extremely luxuriously decorated, handwritten by a famous master, so luxurious that it bordered on extravagance, and the gaze of golden clarity almost shook Ye Chen's eyes.

Ye Chen's eyes swept over a touch of mockery that was too faint to be seen.

This villa gave him a feeling that besides being cold, it was still cold, cold to the bone.

Ye Zhenxiong sat in the main seat with a dignified face, his temples were gray and he was supporting his cane, this old man who had reigned in the shopping mall for his entire life was very dignified, and although his eyes were cloudy, they had a sharp vision.

His third wife, Ruan Cui-Yu, not yet thirty years old, sat aside with a sneer, and her eight-year-old son, Ye Yu-Tong, sat quietly, with a timid expression that was very endearing.

His second brother, Ye Yutang, was also present, his upright face unable to hide the greed in his eyes.

“Dad, I'm back!” Ye Chen faintly shouted, his emotions didn't have much ups and downs, it was the old man's rule to come back for dinner once a week.

“Our busy man is finally back, what a big show, making all of us wait for you.” Ruan Cuiyu said coldly.

“He's the president of mbs, of course he has a big rack, humph!” Ye Yu Tang said sourly.

Ye Chen's face was expressionless, “Dad, the company has a lot of things going on lately, sorry.”

Although the words were said this way, the tone of his voice did not have any meaning of apologizing, his face 'color' was indifferent.

“Start the meal!” Elder Ye's sharp gaze swept through the crowd, spitting out two words, everyone was silenced.

Ye Chen sneered in his heart.

Ye Yutang timidly called out Third Brother, Ye Chen glanced at him and nodded, Ye Yutang spread a smile, Ruan Cui Yu tugged on her son's clothes, he timidly hung his head again.

“Ye Chen, Yutang is going to open a jewelry store, you allocate a sum of money to him, and by the way, help him channel his contacts.” Elder Ye's majestic tone netted a command.

“Yes, dad!”

Every time he stepped into this place, it was like an ice cellar, so cold that it was suffocating. He was no more than a tool in Elder Ye's eyes, this man who had reigned over the world all his life was used to controlling everything.

The real master of the Ye family is Ye Elder, the real heir is Ye Yutang, Ye Elder s favorite son is Ye Yutong, as for him ......

was only the seed of his affair that was accidentally leaked out.

An illegitimate child who cannot see the light of day.

A murderer who killed his favorite son by mistake.

Ye Chen laughed coldly in his heart, one day, he would show Master Ye.

How a man can fight back against cold violence!

A certain apartment, Cheng Anya returned home and was paralyzed, the little 『milk』bun hadn't come back today, she frowned.

Huh, should Ning be cooking at this hour?

She had gotten used to coming home to the smell of a meal.

Worrying was just a flash in the pan, Cheng Anya paralyzed on the sofa and played dead, her son was a one hundred percent purebred genius, there was absolutely no way that he could have gotten lost in such an ominous scene.

She was lying calmly waiting for her son to come back to cook and serve her.

She hadn't eaten Ning's cooking for a day, so she was uncomfortable, and in the afternoon, she had been trained too much by Ye San Shao, and she had to schedule a trip at the same time, so she was so tired that she didn't want to move a single finger.

Unconsciously, she remembered the scene of Ye San Shao standing in front of the window, all straightened up and full of despondency, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

The Ye San Shao she knew was cold, elegant, dark, and psychologically dark ...... but this person definitely had nothing to do with sadness?

What happened to him?

Leaning, a carp up from the sofa, Cheng Anya slapped her head, “Cheng Anya, you are too pinned down by his training have masochistic tendencies is not it?”

It's better to think about your baby son's face than Ye San Shao's, right?

Turning to the thought of Ning and Ye San Shao, two faces that were only different in size, Cheng Anya faded, o(╯□╰)o!

“Mommy, it's not you who has masochistic tendencies, it's your baby who has masochistic tendencies.” Children's distinctive childish voice drifted in, Ning closing the door and carrying two bags of fruits and vegetables and meat in, despising her.

“Ning Ning, you're finally back, mommy's starving!” Cheng Anya unashamedly complained to her son that he hadn't fed her well in time.

Ningning unhooked his schoolbag and tossed it to her, smiling, “Mommy, you should eat something to pad your stomach first, I'll cook right away.”

Ning Ning was a genius, barely listening in class, his books were consistently light and fluffy, today they were unexpectedly heavy, Cheng Anya curiously pulled them open, and a clattering pile of snacks fell out.

Chocolate, puffs, candy ...... apples, cherries ...... bread?

So many things, stuffed with a big school bag, Cheng Anya's first reaction was, “Ning Ning, you picked up money should be used to filial piety mommy, ‘messy’ buy things how wasteful ah.”