After speaking, Ye Hao put the gift box in his hand on the table, then turned and left.

This posture made Kong Juan and the others slightly taken aback.

Just give a gift as a gift, and flowers?

To put it bluntly, after all, don't you want to follow Vice President Zhao's path?

It's just that a little bastard who hasn't even grown up yet dares to play high-definition games in front of them?

It's just ridiculous.

Kong Juan originally had a three-point affection for Ye Hao, but at this moment, she instantly had infinite hatred for Ye Hao.

She grabbed the gift box on the table and slammed it on the ground with a "snap".

"roll!"

"Take your things, get out!"

Ye Hao glanced lightly at Long Fengmo on the ground, then turned and left.

Although his purpose of coming today was not achieved, but he basically understood Zhao Hairui's exaggerated family tradition, which was enough for him.

And the woman in the plain cheongsam was still frowning constantly.

She seemed to have seen a photo on her daughter's mobile phone. It was just a back view, but it began to overlap with the figure of the person in front of her.

Not long after Ye Hao left, a red flag car slowly drove into the garage of the villa, and then a middle-aged man in a white uniform with a rather resolute face pushed the car down, and then came from the garage to the lobby of the villa.

When she saw him appear, Kong Juan, who was still domineering, immediately restrained her expression, and said with a smile, "Old Zhao, are you back?"

"Why is it so early today?"

"You don't know how funny it is today. A brat came to give you a gift with a piece of dragon and phoenix ink."

"How short-sighted this is!"

"cluck cluck"

At the moment, the other famous ladies also called out Vice President Zhao with lowered eyebrows.

Zhao Hairui nodded slightly, and said lightly: "No matter what you send, send it back, our family"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes fell on the scattered ink sticks on the ground.

Trembling, he stepped forward, picked up the ink stick and looked at it for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Is this what someone gave you?"

"You still smashed it?"

Kong Juan didn't realize what was wrong, but curled her lips and said, "If you smash a piece of mill, you'll smash it. Is there anything special about it?"

"It's really nothing special."

Zhao Hairui's eyelids twitched, and his mouth felt bitter.

"This is Yonghuang's favorite treasure ink in the braid dynasty, and it survives for less than ten yuan."

"At the auction in Hong Kong City last year, a piece appeared, and the auction price was 100 million." JrNovels.com