Chapter 480: reality 9

Chapter 480 Reality 9

Downstairs.

Fu Yizhi and Fu Zheng sat opposite each other, one old and one young, with the same expressions on their faces.

There is no one else in the room, not even Yan Senbo and Yan Butler.

Fu Zheng looked at the person in front of him, finally moved, and reached out to pick up the coffee in front of him,

"I'm getting older, I can't hold my breath anymore."

Fu Yizhi held the silver spoon with his fingers and stirred it slightly in the cup, "You are only seventy-nine, and you are in good health."

Fu Zheng glared at him, "I know I'm going to be 80, and I don't know how to hurry up about getting married. You and that little girl haven't written off yet, have you?"

I think back when Fu Zheng was young, he was not a powerful figure.

Last night, his grandson pretended to be pretty good, but the little girl's acting skills were seen through at a glance.

Bai was very happy.

"It's a major event in life, and you actually brought a little girl back to fool me?

Are you so calm? "

Thinking of this, Fu Zheng was in a bad mood. The crutch in his hand touched the floor, and the sound of anger was loud.

Fu Yizhi stopped stirring the coffee, "Hurry up."

Said the most amazing things in an extremely cold tone.

Fu Zheng shook his hand holding the coffee cup, and a few drops of the solution splashed onto his chest. Looking over with sharp eyes, his grandson never joked,

"Your future granddaughter-in-law is her."

The corners of Fu Yizhi's lips rose slightly, and he took a sip from his cup, "Today's coffee tastes good."

After finishing speaking, she put down the cup and stood up, leaving a sentence "Don't arrange blind dates randomly this year", and then slowly left.

The room was quiet for a while, and then Fu Zheng laughed heartily.

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Fu Anan searched the room several times, under the bed, under the sofa, and outside the curtains.

Under the comment of this white aunt, I feel weird.

Finally, she gave up.

Just after washing up, Fu Yizhi stepped back.

Looking at the sofa and bed that had been moved, she immediately understood what she had done.

Fu Anan sneered, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Fu Yizhi glanced at her, but did not expose her, but stretched out his hand, "Let's go."

Fu Anan stretched out his paws to lead him up, and followed him downstairs.

Mr. Fu was sitting in the hall at this time, watching the two of them come down hand in hand, smiling happily.

"An'an, are you still used to living last night?"

"Habit."

Fu Anan nodded against his will,

"Good morning, Grandpa Fu."

"Haha, you're good too. Come down for breakfast, don't worry about it.

The things at home are a bit old, if you young people like something, tell Lao Yan and let him prepare it for you.

Treat yourself like your own home here, don't wrong yourself. "

As cold as Brother Fu is, Grandpa Fu is as kind.

The most aggrieved thing is that Brother Fu took away all her snacks.

But can't say.

"Thank you, Grandpa Fu." Fu Anan sat beside Fu Yizhi and said obediently.

Fu Zheng thought of the conversation with Fu Yizhi early in the morning, and his face wrinkled a little. He gestured to the back, and several people came over carefully holding a wooden box covered with a red cloth.

People in the room looked over curiously.

"An'an, it's your first time here, Grandpa Fu didn't prepare anything.

This set of jade ornaments should be regarded as a meeting gift. "

Fu Zheng asked people to put the wooden box in front of Fu Anan, and then lifted the red cloth on it.

Yan Senbo recognized what it was at a glance.

This is a jewelry cut out of a complete top-quality imperial green jadeite rough.

Bracelets, rings, earrings, jade plaques, necklaces...

The pair of bracelets alone are worth more than 50 million.

All together, the value is hundreds of millions.

The most important thing is that the last person to wear it was my husband's mother at the engagement banquet with my husband's father.

The previous owner is also the wife of the old man.

(end of this chapter)

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