The Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

On a Land Rover.

Yan Zhixu leaned on the back seat after getting in the car.

Nan Jinchuan held the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, mature and steady, "The election is coming next month, and Huaibi may come back from Jiangcheng."

Yan Zhixu lifted his eyelids, "If there is no accident, there are nine out of ten."

The eldest brother has always abide by his duties since he was transferred to Jiangcheng, and his work ability is outstanding. It will not be too difficult to return to Haicheng from Jiangcheng.

Yan Zhixu frowned slightly when he remembered that the eldest brother lost the election two years ago when the girl from another world accepted bribes without her knowledge.

The atmosphere in the car became a bit low and depressed. Nan Jinchuan felt the atmosphere and moved his hand holding the steering wheel slightly.

Seeing her slightly gloomy look through the rearview mirror, "No one will blame you for that matter, and Huaibi will have no idea."

Being transferred to the grassroots level in remote areas is both a blessing and a curse. Doing well at the grassroots level is undoubtedly a big boost for future promotion.

Yan Zhixu also understood, and restrained the low and unpleasant breath on his body, "Uncle, I know."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and rested, and the car was silent without any noise.

After a long time, the car drove into the Nanjia mansion. In summer, the roses and roses in the mansion were in full bloom.

Park the car.

Yan Zhixu opened the door and got out of the car, and walked into the living room with Nan Jinchuan.

The pointer hanging on the wall pointed to ten o'clock sharply. Bei Cen Yue and Nan Qi were not seen on the sofa. It was getting late, and the two elders might have gone upstairs to rest.

There was only a small figure in the huge living room. Nan Zelin was sitting on the sofa with a straight back and an indifferent expression.

There was a black remote control on the coffee table in front of him, and jerky and boring financial news was playing on the TV.

Hearing the movement at the door, Nan Zelin, who was sitting well, stood up calmly, "Dad..."

Just as he opened his mouth to say hello to Nan Jinchuan, his eyes fell on Yan Zhixu, and the seriousness and indifference on his face quickly disappeared.

"cousin!"

With a crisp call, the small body rushed in the direction of Yan Zhixu.

"cousin."

Nan Zelin held her thighs in his hands, raised his head, and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Um."

Yan Zhixu's hand fell on his head and rubbed a few times, with a doting expression on his face.

Nan Jinchuan, who was standing beside him, saw his son's appearance, his brows furrowed again, and he spoke in a cold tone.

"The person in power should not show his anger and anger, and as the next heir, you should understand this truth even more."

Hearing this icy rebuke without any warmth, Nan Zelin still hugged Yan Zhixu's leg tightly and didn't let go.

He retorted neither humble nor arrogant, "The joys and anger of those in power are not visible, but they are aimed at outsiders. Shouldn't they sincerely reveal the truest side of blood relatives?"

Yan Zhixu took Nan Zelin's hand away, with a smile in his tone, "You're right about this, uncle, don't you?"

The icy cold in Nan Jinchuan's eyes receded, and the traces of warmth surfaced, and in an instant it dissipated into nothingness.

He nodded in agreement, "Well, this perception is correct."

Faced with relatives and loved ones, it should be like this. It seems that this little brat has learned well.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's getting late, don't disturb your cousin, rest early."

"Okay."

Nan Zelin felt a little lonely all over, but obediently went to the coffee table and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV.

The living room quieted down, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest after saying good night to each other.