He stood up, his eyes slightly lowered, and he said with a certain condescension: "I originally wanted to know about Miss ye from principal Chen. It seems that I didn't come by chance. I have to come another day."

How about ye ya?

President Chen and political commissar Yan both had a heavy face. He said, "weasels pay a new year's Eve to chickens. They have no good intentions."

Two people do not answer a word, only look at lightly, are all soldiers of birth, as long as a little concentration, even the line of sight is like a sense of substance, forcing weariness to the heart of fear.

Ye Zhifan, who has been an official for 20 years, is very natural. He keeps a proper smile and naturally goes on to say, "when my sister-in-law died, she left some relics. I originally gave them to my mother-in-law at home, but later she told me that she lost them."

"I went home a few days ago to clean up the old things and found them in a large wardrobe. I still wanted to hand them over to her. Well, principal Chen, when you get better, I'll give you my sister-in-law's relics, and then I'll ask you to give them to miss Ye. "

Let's get rid of him today. We can't do it next time.

Ye Zhifan finished, then with a smile quietly looking at principal Chen, waiting for a reply.

Well, he doesn't mention these things to himself. Chen Dongfeng will drive away next time.

President Chen really won't drive him away, so he said lightly, "it's not that the things are lost, but that director Ye's family is too casual. They can put the relics of a martyr at will."

Although the voice is weak, but the vision is sharper and sharper. Looking at the great official of dao'an coldly, President Chen's face is gradually sneering, "there is an idiom called" ungrateful ", director ye, you can really afford it. Martyr sun Xueqing used his life to offer director Ye an official position, in order to let his daughter get the care of both his uncle and his uncle. As a result, director Ye got the benefit but forgot his kindness. "

"I don't know whether director Ye's conscience is uneasy or not, but I think director Ye is quite at ease. Otherwise, how can the relics of martyr sun Xueqing be placed casually?"

Ye Zhifan, who used to be indifferent, suddenly fell cold, and a trace of cool and cruel intention passed by.

Does Chen Dongfeng know something! Did Uncle Gen mention some meetings to him before he died?

There must be. Otherwise, it's impossible to say something like "get benefits but forget benefits"! Must know, so dare to say!

Yes, his niece knows that she has the jade pendant left by sun Xueqing. How can Chen Dongfeng not know it!

It's only a few seconds to look bleak. In a twinkling of an eye, it's that elegant and honest official. Ye Zhifan sighed: "the misunderstanding can only be clear if I explain it to Ye wench myself. President Chen, I won't disturb you to rest. I'll come to see you next time."

It's a character! He said so straightforward, in exchange for only a few seconds of change, the heart of the principal Chen biting: "good to go, do not send." You have to remind Ye wench. You can't take ye Zhifan lightly.

When he left, principal Chen asked him to take the fruit he had brought with him. At last, the political commissar took the fruit and gave it to the nurses outside the ward. He said to the nurses with a smile, "this Mr. Ye is welcome."

Ye Zhifan next to him was almost unstoppable, but he could only bear to think of Ye Ying's future.

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