Chapter 775： Bosom friend

The old man pressed down the boiling praise in his heart again, squeezed out a very faint smile, and said, "Come in, it's just a light meal, it's too expensive."

"Should be."

Yan Mingshun put the gift on the coffee table, greeted the old lady again, and nodded to Zhao Xuelin and the others with ridicule in his eyes.

The old lady feels completely different from the old man. She is very fond of Yan Mingshun. The young man is good-looking, tall, and polite and can earn money. He is also good to his granddaughter. What else is there to choose from such a young man.

"Thank you Xiaoyan for sending us a color TV all the way, thank you for your hard work." The old lady said with a smile.

"It's not hard work, I'm honored to be able to work for the two chiefs."

Yan Mingshun flattered with a proud face, Zhao Xuelin and Xiong Mumu couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on their bodies, they really couldn't tell, Yan Mingshun was a different person!

The old man and the old lady are very useful, and they have a lot of affection for Yan Mingshun. The old man's black face has also eased unconsciously. There is no way. can show up.

This is also the main reason why the big boss is willing to promote him.

Deep-minded people tend to like to deal with simple-minded people. This has been the case since ancient times, which is also the origin of Fu Jiang and Zhi Chen.

The old man chatted with Yan Mingshun for a long time, and he talked about the war. The main reason was that the old man didn't understand anything else. Only when he talked about war, he would be eloquent and talkative, and he could talk for three hours one after another. without stop.

It's just that the Zhao family doesn't like to chat with the old man. Hearing it since he was a child, his ears are getting calluses. Moreover, the stories of the war told by the old man can be recited by a few of them with their eyes closed. And patiently accompany the old man to carry the ancients.

Yan Mingshun sat respectfully and listened quietly, without showing any impatience at all. From time to time, he added a few words just right, which made the old man's conversation more interesting.

Poor to see, the old man who has been suffocated for several years can be considered to have found a bosom friend who can listen to his stories quietly!

Until Master Yuan served the good food, the old man still didn't know what to do. He took Yan Mingshun's hand and said, "Mingshun, let's talk after dinner."

Well has changed from Xiaoyan to Mingshun, and the old man's integrity has been taken away by the dog!

"Okay!"

Yan Mingshun smiled slightly, his expression still respectful, and there was even expectation in his eyes, but the old man was moved badly!

Yan Mingshun's expectation is not acting. He really likes listening to the old man tell his stories from the past. These are all living military textbooks. If he can hear it, he is lucky for three lifetimes. How can he get tired of listening to it?

"Ming Shun eats this stewed elbow, it tastes very good, you should eat more!"

The old man greeted Yan Mingshun warmly with a big smile on his face. There were so many bad reviews in the past, all of which were resolved in one chat. In the old man's opinion, Yan Mingshun at this time was pleasing to the eye.

Brother Zhao Xuelin despised the old man's defection, and they exchanged treacherous little eyes, sharpened their fists, and smirked at the corners of their lips.

Yan Mingshun's chopsticks stretched out to his elbows, wanting to put some leaner meat on the eyebrows, but then countless pairs of chopsticks stretched over, one for each person, and most of the elbows were gone.