My Cloud Girlfriend Online

　　 At this time, Chen Yan also saw clearly what Old Chen directed the man to move in. It was actually packed boxes full of food.

　　Looking at the size of the carton box, there are probably quite a few packing boxes in it, at least two dozen, which shows that Lao Chen has prepared more than twenty meals.

　　 Chen Yan asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

　　Looking at Chen Yan's surprised look, the old Chen Tou Weiyang said, "I figured it out, you want to start a business. As a dad, I still have to support it."

　　 "So I ordered a table of dishes to reward you employees. Celebrate the great success of your first game."

　　 "Also considered to support your work."

　　 Chen Yan:? ?

　　 Why is something wrong with Old Chen today. Actually support yourself in making games?

This....

　　 is not his style at all.

　　 There is no fraud in this, right?

　　 Is there a laxative in the food?

　　 Isn't it...?

　　 Although Lao Chen came suddenly, but the food was very complete.

　　 It happened to be lunchtime again, so Chen Yan did not refuse. So he directed people to move the food to the meeting room, and then called everyone to the meeting room for dinner.

　　 Lao Chen obviously paid a lot of money for this meal and set up a conference table full of them. Although they used all packing boxes, they looked dazzling.

　　 Everyone who ate a meal is full of praise. Just praise the taste of this dish.

　　 Chen Yan is not surprised.

　　 Old and young when they were young... they made their fortunes by demolition and relocation. I don't have any hobbies, so I like to eat and drink with Uncle Liu and play two-handed poker.

　　Qindao and even several nearby cities have been eaten by him. If the things he chooses are not good, then there are ghosts.

　　 But Chen Yan was surprised by Old Chen's attitude.

　　 I know my own father’s temper, and he always looks like "The world is big, your father is the biggest", but now he is showing this kind of support for himself. How do you think it is strange...

　　 After a meal, the father and son went to the general manager’s office to chat.

　　 Chen Yan took the initiative to ask, "Dad. Which one are you playing?"

　　 Old Chen glared at Chen Yan, "What do you tell me to play? I support you, can't you tell?"...

　　.........

last night. Bistro. Willow stalks on the moon.

　　 Old Chen drank a little bit. He hugged Uncle Liu, squatted, and cried, talking drunkly, "Gangzi, you who gave birth to a daughter, don't even know how bitter a kid is at home."

　　 "That kid in my family can get into trouble since he was young."

　　 "From the age of three, I went to the house to uncover the tiles. I went to elementary school with firecrackers to blow up the dung pit. When I went to junior high school, I took a dozen classmates to explore and get lost in the mountains..."

　　 "It's not a worry-free kid."

　　 "I also want to be friends with him and get along well."

　　 "But it doesn't work!"

　　 "Say a few good things to him, and he will be able to pierce the sky with his tail cocked."

　　 "I can only discipline him strictly."

　　 "He likes games very much."

　　 "But you also know that games are not all demons. I watch TV and the newspapers say that they are played by people who are not doing business."

　　 "I'm really afraid that he will fail to learn by playing games."

　　 "I don't know, he really has this talent, he can really do it."

　　 Speaking of this, Lao Chen touched his tears and said, "If I knew he had this talent, I would have sold the house and would support him."

　　 Uncle Liu drinks a lot. He patted Lao Chen on the shoulder, gestured with his hand, and said with his tongue out, "I, I will tell you, Lao Chen. Your education method is just wrong!"

　　 "You can strictly educate. But you can't suppress your child, and you can't train him like the emperor's grandson every day."

　　 "Chen boy is rebellious, I feel so, half your fault!"

　　 Old Chen said, "Then what should I do if I can't suppress him if I don't train him?"

　　 Uncle Liu leaned into Old Chen’s ear and whispered, “I’m telling you, you have to know the technique, you have to be prosperous and restrained. Both praise him and don’t make him too proud.”

　　 "For example, this time is a good opportunity."

　　 "He is now in the game, and it is estimated that he has made four or five million."

　　 "It is the happiest time. You can go over and congratulate him."

　　 Old Chen's eyes widened, "So with his temperament, he can't go to heaven?!"

　　 "Hey!" Uncle Liu exclaimed, "You don't understand it, don't you think."

　　 "You're just afraid that he will be too floating, and then he will throw his head."

"You can wait for him to be happy. Then just pretend to be forced. For example: your father, how I was back then. Although you have a little grade now, don't be proud, but keep working hard! I am waiting for you to surpass me. Day!"

　　 "In this way, you both praised him and suppressed his temper."

　　 "It not only established the majesty of his own father, but also gave him a goal incentive. It can make him work harder."

　　 "How is it? Isn't it great?"

　　 Although Lao Chen is drunk, his eyes slowly reveal a lot of deep thought...

　　 seems to make sense...

　　 I really should change my way of managing my children...

　　 After all, the child is also older.

　　 seems to be a real talent...

　　...

General Manager's Office.

　　 Old Chen coughed and said, "Son. I have heard about your game. I have done...well."

Maybe it’s the first time to praise a child for so many years. Old Chen stubbornly said, "Um...what is it called "Invisible Ultraman", right? I have seen some netizens’ comments on your game. It’s not bad. ."

　　 Chen Yan:...

　　 "Dad. It's called "The Secret Guardian"."

　　 Old Chen:...

　　 Old Chen "haha" smiled twice, "It's the same, it's all the same."

　　 Chen Yan looked at Old Chen suspiciously.

　　What the **** did Lao Chen come to do today? How weird?

　　 Could it be... he knew he had a small villa and was about to "slap him in the face", so he took the initiative to ask for peace?

　　 doesn't look like...

　　He is not such a person...

　　 And... it always feels like he's chirping, isn't it... I want to hold myself on purpose and find someone to blow up the company?

　　 And just when Chen Yan was thinking about it, Lao Chen coughed again and continued as planned, "But...you don't be proud."

　　 "I think at the beginning, when your father was in my early 20s, I had two houses in my hand. Now ~www.ltnovel.com~ it is worth seven or eight million."

　　 "So, you have to keep working hard."

　　 Chen Yan:? ?

　　 "Dad. Grandpa gave your house to you. What can you do to work hard?"

　　 "Even if...you have to work hard, you don't have to work hard in your 20s."

　　 Old Chen:...

　　 It's awful, just thinking that the value is higher than what my son earns, forgetting that my house is all demolition and relocation.

　　 Old Chen is a little bit grumpy.

　　 He felt that the methods taught by Old Liu were all nonsense. It's useless at all!

　　 and also make myself confused and talking nonsense.

　　 That guy won't be the undercover agent sent by Chen Yan to him!

　　 Chen Yan looked at Old Chen's gloomy look with a puzzled face.

　　 There was Lao Chen's purpose in his head.

　　 For a moment... Suddenly a flash of light flashed.

　　 He... seems to understand Lao Chen's thoughts.

　　 For a moment, his eyes on Lao Chen were a bit complicated.

　　 After a while, he took the initiative to say, "Dad. You don't have to worry about me. I have made money from the game, but I will not be proud and will continue to work hard."

　　 "I'm older now, I can manage myself well, and I won't go out to make trouble because I can make money."

　　 "You and my mom, don't worry."

　　 After hearing what Chen Yan said, Old Chen was silent for a while.

　　 He finally stopped "learning from Uncle Liu", but said in a deep voice, "That's good..."

　　 Then, he paused, and whispered, "Before my dad was not good. I didn't believe in your talent. I didn't invest in you either."

　　 "It made you take so many detours and suffered so much."

　　 "Yes... I'm sorry."

"you...."

　　 "Don't blame Dad, do you?"