The atmosphere in the study room was quite depressing.
Lin Laoyao never liked to talk too much. In this regard, Lin Huayin inherited Lin Laoyao's genes very well. On the contrary, his own status and personality are destined to make anyone feel very depressed when they are in the same room with him.
Among them, Zhao Wuji only counts half.
The only person he truly awes is the head of the Zhao family who lives in a European castle. As for Lin Laoyao, he worshiped and appreciated him more.
As the adopted son of the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Qiuhan's fiancé. Zhao Wuji is absolutely qualified to discuss the revenge plan with Lin Laoyao.
Even if Lin Laoyao avoids talking about it, Zhao Wuji is still qualified to take the initiative.
Because this time, he came on behalf of the head of the Zhao family. It represents the entire Zhao family.
And Old Yao Lin is also a descendant of the Zhao family.
Even though he changed his surname to Lin, he already had enough energy.
But blood inheritance cannot be changed by anything. This is not only the ancestral motto of the Zhao family, but also the ancient iron law of China.
After a short silence, Old Yao Lin raised his eyes slightly, scanning Zhao Wuji with majestic and deep eyes: "Are you helping her, or replacing her?"
This she is Zhao Qiuhan, the autumn harvest that everyone calls her.
Old Yao Lin needs to figure this out.
"I'm afraid no one can replace her in the Zhao family." Zhao Wuji said calmly. "I'm just here to assist Qiu Han."
After a pause, Zhao Wuji said with a pun: "Qiu Han is already a little emotional now. She is no longer suitable for being arbitrary."
Lin Laoyao did not refute, just picked up the tea cup, took a few sips, and said slowly: "So the authority in your hands is not very big?"
"It can be big or small." Zhao Wuji said very tactfully. "My father would give me privileges if the situation got out of control."
"How much privilege?" Lin Laoyao looked slightly cold. There was a cold light in his eyes.
privilege
Give Zhao Wuji special privileges as the head of the Zhao family
Just like the autumn harvest, just like Zao Wuji said. No matter how successful and famous Lin Laoyao is, he is still part of the Zhao family.
Can this so-called privilege be transferred even to him, Old Demon Lin
Zhao Wuji realized the ambiguity of his words. He was slightly stunned at first, and then explained: "Second uncle, you have misunderstood."
"Did I misunderstand? Or did you let it slip?" Lin Laoyao's expression was not gentle. The majesty is fully displayed.
Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "Second uncle, please forgive me."
He didn't explain much.
He also knew that explaining in front of Old Demon Lin was of little significance.
This second uncle of the Zhao family has always been a dictatorial person. Otherwise, how could this revenge plan be delayed until today
No matter why my father tolerated today's situation. They are all closely related to Lin Laoyao.
But now, my father has obviously decided the time. It also gave Lin Laoyao enough face!
Mr. Ye passed away from illness, and Old Demon Lin no longer had any reason to delay!
The atmosphere in the study fell into silence again. Demon Lao Lin was wearing a big red robe, but the majesty between his brows never faded.
After a long time, Lin Laoyao put down his teacup and his steady and powerful voice slowly sounded. Spit out a name: "Shang Jingtian."
"Of course." Zhao Wuji accepted it happily and stood up. "Thank you, uncle, for your support."
Lin Laoyao raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Wuji, his dark eyes flashing coldly: "Are you provoking me?"
The electric light is like a torch.
Zhao Wuji's rock-hard heart actually palpitated slightly when he was stared at by Lin Laoyao's sharp eyes.
Finally, he lowered his face slightly. He said in a respectful tone: "My nephew doesn't dare."
"Get out." Lin Laoyao said calmly. There was an unquestionable domineering tone in his words.
"Yes. Second uncle."
Zhao Wuji bent over and exited the study.
When he turned around, he felt the terrifying pressure from Old Yao Lin on his back, causing beads of sweat to form.
Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Wuji was shocked. The strength of my second uncle has truly reached an unimaginable level!
After sending Zhao Wuji off very politely, Dong Bijun quietly went upstairs and opened the study door.
"I sent him away." Dong Bijun put away the tea sets on the desk and said softly.
"Yes." Lin Laoyao nodded calmly. Just as Mr. Dong Bi was about to leave, he waved slightly and signaled. "Sit down for a while."
Lord Dong Bi was extremely surprised when he heard this.
Since returning home, this was the first time that Lin Chaotian took the initiative to invite her to sit down and chat.
Mr. Dong Bi is not proud, let alone arrogant. On the contrary, based on her current state of mind. What she thought more about was that Lin Chaotian might not be in a good mood. Or, you need to find someone to chat with.
In the Lin family, Dong Bijun may be the only person who can chat with Lin Chaotian.
"His name is Zhao Wuji." Lin Chaotian picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "The adopted son of the Zhao family. Qiu Han's fiancé."
Dong Bijun nodded and said softly: "It is true that the man is talented and the woman is beautiful, a match made in heaven."
Lin Chaotian did not answer, but continued as he said: "He came to China this time with orders from the Zhao family and asked me for revenge."
"His request is his business." Mr. Dong Bi heard the immediacy in Lin Chaotian's words and said with a rather strong look. “If you don’t want to do it, don’t do it.”
"Why do you think I don't want to do it?" Lin Chaotian raised his eyes slightly and asked Dong Bijun.
"Because-" Mr. Dong Bi hesitated. There was silence for a while. "I don't know either."
revenge
This word seems to have never had any connection with Lin Chaotian.
He is so unattainable and so aloof.
His style, his mind, his magnanimity. Mr. Dong Bi didn't know what things in this world were worthy of Lin Chaotian's heart.
Or maybe she knew. I just don’t want to believe it.
"The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable." Lin Laoyao said every word. "It's not about whether you want to do it or not. It's about whether you should do it or not."
"This is something that should be done." Lin Laoyao said to himself. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Dong Bi. "What do you think?"
"Since you want to do it, then you can do it." Dong Bijun said with some struggle.
She didn't want Lin Chaotian to do that. But she also knew that since Lin Laoyao thought that he should do it. Then probably no one in the world can change his decision.
Of course, Dong Bijun never thought of changing Lin Chaotian. She will always stand by Lin Laoyao. Regardless of whether his decision was right or wrong. No matter what he wants to do.
"That night, Mr. Ye and I chatted for a long time. He was very unhappy. He scolded me so much." Lin Laoyao's lips curved in a strange arc, and he smiled softly at the corners of his eyes. "This little old man still has such a bad temper."
Mr. Dong Bi didn't hear anything wrong with this sentence. But if Xiao Zheng, Lin Huayin, or even Ye Fenghuang heard it, they would be speechless.
Ye Gong has a bad temper
Ye Gong is simply famous for being a kind elder! Xiao Zheng has been in contact with him for many years and has never seen Mr. Ye really lose his temper!
Lin Huayin has lived with Ye Gong for more than thirty years, and has never seen Ye Gong blush.
big temper
Probably only Lin Laoyao, Ye Gong's former son-in-law, would give such a comment, right
"It's better to go. You won't have to suffer." Lin Laoyao faded the smile on his face and suddenly became cold!