Chapter 938: Tacit Understanding

When Andrew left, it was with a satisfied smile.

It's not because of this business deal, but because he finally arranged a way out for his son, with help from outside the family.

"Paul, remember to maintain a good friendship with those two boys, which will help you a lot." Andrew said to his son in the car.

"Understood, father." Paul said nonchalantly, but felt a little disapproving in his heart.

There is nothing to care about two young boys who haven't grown up yet.

"They may still be two children, but don't forget, they have a good father." Andrew said, staring at him in a stern tone.

He knew what his son was thinking without guessing.

It would be an understatement to say that he has high eyesight and low abilities. He thinks that he is a member of the Mellon family, so he can do whatever he wants.

After a hundred years of Andrew, he is an insignificant little character.

Just like the descendants of those unappreciated branches of the family, they were thrown far away and ignored.

In a few generations, even they themselves will forget that they once had a glorious history and were in charge of the huge financial dynasty of Mellon.

Seeing his son's serious answer again, Andrew couldn't help sighing in his heart, if possible, he would rather have another one now.

Unfortunately, his body doesn't allow him to do this anymore.

Otherwise, why would he bother with this damn bastard.

Andrew, who had never begged anyone in his life, did not hesitate to call Li Zitao brothers because of him, and completely let go of his arrogance and airs in the past.

"If I could do it all over again..." Andrew couldn't help shaking his head, leaning on the seat tiredly to recuperate.

And Paul next to him was still looking at the feasting and feasting outside, thinking about when he could come to New York again and live the chic life of the past.

...

"Father, is that guy really Uncle Andrew's child?" In the tea room, Aiden and Mason sat opposite their father, tasting the black tea under the quilt.

"Why?" Li Zitao asked noncommittally.

"He looks like a drug addict." Aiden curled his lips.

"No, it's more like a scavenger in the park, with a hunchback that looks like an alpaca." Mason interjected.

"It's ungentlemanlike for you to say that." Elizabeth laughed softly beside her.

She also felt that Paul's image was very bad, he didn't have the vigor and vitality that young people should have, and he looked really bad.

But as a lady, it's impolite to talk behind someone's back.

"You heard what Elizabeth said." Li Zitao smiled and said in a bad mood: "It's almost time, hurry up and finish your homework."

The three of them are now senior students, and the school's various homework and interest classes are very tight every day.

Elizabeth needs lessons in etiquette, dancing, horseback riding, hockey, piano, art, etc. every week.

Aiden and Mason are similar, in addition to school football training, swimming, fitness and so on have become part of the daily life.

Thanks to this, the twins have maintained a good figure, but their appetite is getting bigger and bigger.

The all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique makes them have far more mature thinking than their peers, and their way of looking at problems also has their own uniqueness.

Li Zitao would occasionally think that if he had these skills in his previous life, he could become a member of the rich list even if he had nothing.

Especially the self-confidence that comes from their hearts, the self-confidence that does not rely on any external things, is what makes Li Zitao most gratified.

Twins can be so good, can not be attributed to illusory genetic problems.

It is more from Mary's education and precepts and deeds. Li Zitao is particularly grateful to his wife for this.

In terms of children's education, Li Zitao actually owes a lot in his heart.

For other women, Li Zitao is more pampered, satisfying their hearts and sense of security materially.

But as the family that fills his inner emotional needs and voids and makes his life truly authentic and meaningful,

Li Zitao was still full of guilt.

Whether it's time and companionship, or children's education, he hasn't really spent much time.

At this point, Mary is the one who really puts her heart and soul into it.

To this end, she sacrificed a lot of time, space, and effort.

Li Zitao suddenly felt that he should say 'thank you' to his wife. '

I thank her for her contribution to this family, for her understanding of herself, for her tolerance of the family, and for treating everything with her tenderness.

"Honey, where are you?" Li Zitao, caught in self-reflection, couldn't wait to get in touch with his wife.

"I'm in the lounge, and I'm going to participate in a new charity fundraising event later, what's the matter?" Mary's laughter was still as gentle as before, with a strong affinity.

"I miss you, and I can't wait to see you." Li Zitao's affectionate words made Mary smile suddenly.

"Maybe I should end the journey earlier." Mary said with a moving laugh.

"Yes, I will thank God for this." Li Zitao's sweet words have always been Mary's favorite.

After talking on the phone with his wife for half an hour, and under the third urging of the assistant, the two reluctantly ended this sweet and boring communication.

And in the Lower West Side, 10 kilometers away from Lee's apartment, stairways are full of garbage, graffiti, drunks and drug addicts in tenement buildings.

In a room that was closed and concealed, where the oil-stained curtains had never been raised, the correspondent took off his earphones and put down his pen at the same time.

"This is really the most disgusting love story I've heard in this century." The correspondent said with his ears out.

"You should thank yourself for hearing this, which will help you get out of the singles as soon as possible." Another correspondent laughed boredly.

This boring job made him go from the initial excitement and resistance to the current enjoyment.

No risk, high subsidy and vacation-like days, 'except the living conditions are worse. '

"I still can't figure out why it is monitored. If it is discovered, everyone will suffer."

"You should tell your superiors about this." Shrugging his tie, a self-deprecating laugh sounded: "Don't you really think he doesn't know anything?"

"You mean?"

"Otherwise, why do you think you've never heard other calls?" He laid his legs on the table leisurely.

"Man, enjoy life!" This kind of tacit understanding between the two parties, in his opinion, is the best report for himself.

You can get the best salary without risking it, and you can stay in New York and enjoy the best life, so what is there to complain about?

And the fact was just as they had guessed, Li Zitao turned around and entered his study after finishing the call.

There, he got an encrypted call from India, from a monk, who had just returned to North Africa.

I don't know why it appeared in India, and it also made calls here.

They all know that there is no urgent matter, and they never choose a one-way connection.