Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth: "I don't accept mediation either! This kid is such a thief!"
Huo Chenling coldly rushed to the door and shouted: "Jiang Lin, ask the company's legal department to issue a lawyer's letter!"
Jiang Yuan said with a dark face: "Xiaohai, ask the studio to send a lawyer's letter to the Huo Group!"
Yang Mao: "No, no, no! Don't, don't, don't! We two big guys have something to say, let's..."
"It's so hard to explain! My daughter, Huo Chenling, can't bear such a crime!"
"I, Jiang Yuan, have never been so slandered before! I'm so angry! Stop talking nonsense and see you in court!"
"See you in court!"
When Yang Mao saw that the two of them were leaving, he quickly stood up to stop them.
"No, no, no!"
"No no no!"
"Everything is easy to discuss!"
When stopping people, Huo Chenling and Jiang Yuan were tougher than the other. The last handful of hair on Yang Mao's head was uprooted and fell to the ground.
Yang Mao: "..."
He has persisted for more than fifty years and is still successful, and finally...successfully joined the Jue family!
Looking at the few hairs that fell, Yang Mao couldn't control his tears.
Zaizai looked at it and quickly got down from his daddy's arms, picked up the sparse and white hair on the ground and comforted him with a milky voice.
"Uncle Yang, will Zaizai help you plant it back?"
Yang Mao was shocked: "Can this be planted back?"
Zaizai wants to say yes.
Zaizai looked embarrassed when he thought that by imprisoning Jiang Yuan, he had also sealed away his own power.
"this……"
Huo Chenling winked at Jiang Lin, who was waiting outside the door, and Jiang Lin quickly came in with a plastic bag.
"Secretary Yang, if you don't mind, Huo Group also has a hair transplant shop. Can I take you there now?"
Yang Mao: "..."
Jiang Yuan was extremely annoyed, especially irritable.
"When people reach middle age, they have to accept the state of middle age! If you are bald, you will be bald. What else can you do? It's neither fish nor fowl! If you really don't like it, why don't you just put on the hat and be done with it?"
Yang Mao: "..."
Oh haha!
The best thing is not that you will be the best actor!
Yang Mao was aggrieved and depressed, but he couldn't afford to offend this giant Buddha.
Seeing that Huo Chenling and Jiang Yuan were about to leave the coordination room, Yang Mao hurriedly grabbed their sleeves.
"Mr. Huo, Mr. Jiang, listen to what I have to say again."
Under the death stares of Huo Chenling and Jiang Yuan, Yang Mao had the courage to pick up Zai Zai on the ground.
"Mr. Huo, if things get serious, Miss Zaizai's information may be exposed."
Without waiting for Huo Chenling to speak, Yang Mao quickly looked at Jiang Yuan.
"Mr. Jiang, if the matter gets serious, it may affect your development in the entertainment industry. Of course, it may also affect your search for your son. After all, if your son thinks that his father is particularly violent, he probably doesn't want to be found if he knows about it. You are right. Bar?"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
What the hell!
This kind of muddy situation, in his time, could be solved with one blow.
Zaizai blinked his big eyes, looked at his black-faced nanny, and then looked at the very irritable Jiang Yuan.
Daddy is a human daddy, while Uncle Jiang is a non-human being.
Since he was not with his nanny all the time, Zaizai thought that if things got really big, his nanny might suffer.
Zaizai shouted softly: "Dad~"
Huo Chenling hurriedly took his daughter over: "Zai Zai, what's wrong?"
Zaizai didn't want to attract too much attention. After all, she was the daughter of Pluto, and occasionally she was a little different from ordinary humans.
"Dad, why don't you just hold your hand and give me a hug?"
During this time, Zai Zai learned in kindergarten that if there was a conflict or fight between children in the class, the teacher would deal with it in the end.
Oh, and in the end, the child who strikes first will be asked to take the initiative to kiss the child who was beaten.
Zaizai then suggested to his dad: "If it doesn't work out, why don't we let him kiss me again?"
Yang Mao listened and clapped.
"Miss Zaizai, this is a good idea, yes! The development of the imperial capital and even the development of the whole country cannot be separated from these two big guys. It would be great if we shook hands and made peace."
"A hug or a kiss will make you feel more intimate!"
Huo Chenling: "..."
Jiang Yuan: "..."
The two of them said at the same time: "Jiang Lin (Xiao Hai), kiss him to death!"
Special Assistant Jiang Lin: "..."
Private assistant Xiaohai: "..."
Yang Mao: "...ah? This...hahaha...this...I..."
Zaizai Naimeng said: "Then Zaizai kiss you?"
Needless to say, daddy, Zaizai raised his little head, held daddy's handsome face, and kissed him.
mua!(*╯3╰)!
Jiang Yuan’s face was full of resistance!
But he could never find his son. Although Yang Mao's words made him want to kill him directly, thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.
After all, he and his biological son had never met before his death.
During his lifetime, he guarded the border. If his retainers hadn't told him in letters, he wouldn't have known he had a son.
His son was only two and a half years old when he died. Because of the war, he never returned to the capital, so he never saw his son.
Later, he lay in the coffin for hundreds of years and transformed into a corpse.
When he woke up, the dynasty was overthrown, the family was scattered, and his son was missing.
At that time, metaphysics was popular. After many years of research, he unexpectedly learned from an old Taoist priest who was on his deathbed that the descendants of his family were buried in a gathering place.
When asking for various information about the specific location, the old Taoist priest died.
Because he was plotted to die abnormally, the old Taoist priest was immediately stunned.
If his son died when he was the same age as Zaizai in front of him, what Yang Mao just said would most likely come true.
Jiang Yuan froze, holding back his temper, and turned his face away suddenly.
Zaizai looked at it and laughed.
"Okay! Uncle General, mua! (*╯3╰)!"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
The soft and soft breast dumplings look very cute. If you kiss them... they are incredibly soft.
But when Jiang Yuan saw that Nai Tuanzi was the son of Emperor Fengdu, the fondness he felt for Nai Tuanzi disappeared instantly.
When he finds his son, he might also have such a cute pink breasted dumpling.
He hugs and kisses his son every day!
Let your son kiss you every day!
In the office next door, the little red-haired zombie who was waiting for his uncle and Zaizai with Bo Mingxu and Huo Sichen suddenly sneezed heavily.
"Ah sneeze!"
Huo Sichen turned his head to look at him, he couldn't sit still anymore.
"Brother Mingxu, young general, how about we wait at the door? That way Zaizai and his father can see us when they come out."
The little red-haired zombie acted directly, got off the chair and walked out.
Seeing this, Bai Mingxu quickly took Huo Sichen out with him.
The little red-haired zombie walked very fast and arrived at the door of the next office in the blink of an eye.
The door to the office next door opened just in time, and Jiang Yuan came out with an arrogant look and sharp eyes.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, based on his speed just now, he would have kicked the skinny kid who rushed over.
Jiang Yuan took a closer look and saw that he was a boy.
However, his hair was black, he was thin, he was severely malnourished, and his body shape was seriously inconsistent with his family members.
He looked away from Yuan and left without squinting.
The little red-haired zombie was stunned for a moment and shouted subconsciously.
"Uncle...?"
Jiang Yuan also stopped subconsciously, but his face was very foul, and he looked very irritable, cold and impatient.
"Little brat, is something wrong?"
Zaizai ran out and held the hand of the little red-haired zombie.
"Brother Xiaojiang, what's wrong?"
Jiang Yuan couldn't understand why he paid attention to a skinny kid who didn't look like Jiang's family at all. He even asked because Zaizai called the other boy Jiang's brother.
"Little boy, what did you call him? Young general, which general?"
