Li Lingyun also noticed that the two elders were too calm and asked curiously: "Two old men, Xiaofan has come out of the General Staff, do you know anything?"

"We just play chess, and other things don't have much to do with us. We don't need to worry about the problems that Xiaofan can handle on his own. You two are so old, and you still can't calm down. If you can have a little

If you are half-steady, the two of us are always comforted!" Li Lingyun said with a smile and shook his head.

When Li Lingyun and Song Yingjie heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, and they both saw a hint of bitterness and a bitter smile in each other's eyes. It seems that in the eyes of the two elders, Zhuo Yifan is more like their grandson. And these two genuine figures

Grandson, on the other hand, is useless.

"Old Li, it seems that the man above can't sit still anymore." Mr. Song ignored the expressions of Song Yingjie and Mr. Li and said with a smile to Mr. Li.

"He can still watch Xiaofan's political future die prematurely? You must know that he single-handedly promoted Xiaofan!" Mr. Li chuckled disapprovingly.

"Do you think this game of chess should end as soon as possible?" Mr. Song nodded and continued to ask.

"Don't worry, it's not the critical moment yet. How can we end it lightly before the outcome is determined?" Mr. Li shook his head and reminded.

"Then we will continue to play. But our staff officer will probably come to the door himself. When the three of us play a game of chess, it will be even more lively!" Mr. Song laughed loudly.

"It's not late, old man, I'm already here!" At this moment, an old man's voice sounded outside the villa. Two guards followed Mr. Zhao and strode into the living room.

"Chief, we..." One of the guards was Mr. Song's personal guard. He looked embarrassed and helpless at this time. It was obvious that Mr. Zhao had forced his way in, and there was nothing he could do to stop him.

"You go out first!" Mr. Song waved his hand to the guard, and then smiled at Mr. Zhao and said: "I really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here! I don't know what General Zhao did to pay a sudden visit to my humble home today.

Ah? If I remember correctly, you haven’t entered my door for ten years!”

Mr. Zhao looks much older, but after all, he is a general of the generation, a general of the Republic who grew up in the war. His face is still plump and rosy, and his steps are still so steady.

After listening to Mr. Song's words, Mr. Zhao showed a self-deprecating smile on his stubbled face and retorted: "You old guy, haven't you been through the threshold of my house for more than ten years? You still have the nerve to say that.

I?"

"It's all half-assed. Isn't this nonsense a bit too much? Now that Old Man Zhao is here, it's time to finish our game of chess! I feel a little sleepy talking about it!" Mr. Li interjected impatiently, and then

Yawned.

"Mr. Zhao!" As juniors, Song Yingjie and Li Lingyun greeted Mr. Zhao politely, then moved a chair and placed it on the side of the chessboard beside Song and Li.

"Yes!" Mr. Zhao nodded with satisfaction, and after Mr. Song's greeting, he sat down on the chair.

"I said you two are quite old. I heard that after playing chess all night here, you really don't take your own body seriously. Do you really think you are still young?" Mr. Zhao said calmly.
Chapter completed!