Chapter 1050

The housekeeper took Fangyuan to the study on the second floor. There was already an old man sitting in the room, with white temples and a walking stick beside him.

The crutch is not an ordinary thing, especially the faucet. It is exquisitely carved and lifelike.

Even a layman like Fang Yuan suddenly feels that the identity of the person in front of him is absolutely not simple.

The housekeeper retreated quietly and came up with two cups of steaming tea.

Put the tea in their hands, and then back again.

Only Fang Yuan and the old man were left in the room.

And the old man has been looking at the scenery outside the window, seems to be greedy for the last bit of green in this winter.

In winter in the south, it's always green rather than white. It's just that the weather is humid and everything doesn't seem to be affected at all.

"Hometown is better."

Suddenly, the old man threw out such a sentence.

Fang Yuan looks at the old man who turns his head slowly.

But in thoroughly see each other's appearance, a trace of doubt flashed in the eyes.

The old man in front of him looks familiar. He seems to have seen him somewhere, but Fang Yuan can't remember.

This sense of familiarity is inexplicable, like planting in a square body.

"You are Fang Yuan?"

The old man spoke in a very slow tone, as if he was saying something very important.

Fang Yuan's big eyes were full of doubts. At last, he nodded his head gently: "well."

White fingers can't help curling up, tightly holding a corner of the clothes.

Compared with President Jiang's grandfather who had been a soldier, the momentum of the old man is no different.

That kind of strong feeling, as if he does not have to do anything, as long as standing there, has given you a very strong pressure.

The old man sat down slowly, the wrinkles on his face still.

Sitting in a chair, as steady as a mountain.

The heart of Fang Yuan is beating wildly. I always feel that the person in front of me is not so simple.

"You're thinking about who I am, aren't you?"

The old man picked up the tea on the table, picked it up, smelled it, and showed a happy smile on his face, like a child getting candy: "Biluochun, well, good tea, good tea. Only when he returns home can he taste such authentic tea."

Back home?

The eyes of the square circle slightly a MI, in the heart suddenly give birth to an answer.

"Yes, but I guess who you are now."

Fang Yuan sat down with a faint smile on his face.

The alarm from the heart can be released at this time.

The old man took a drink and tut tut said, "Oh? Do you know who I am? "

"Yes, I think you are the grandfather of Mo Jincheng?"

Fang Yuan's face showed a respectful attitude, not a bit complacent because of the guess.

Master Mo can't help looking at the square and round, and his brows are slightly wrinkled.

"Yes, I'm Mo Jincheng's grandfather."

Fang Yuan nodded: "why did grandfather come to me?"

"Don't rush to make up." Master Mo put down the cup in his hand and said faintly, "you have no right to call my grandfather."

Fang Yuan's lips showed a helpless smile, but did not feel any unhappy because of the old man's words.

I came back from the United States just to see what kind of people my grandson likes. Isn't it also an expression of love?

It seems that men don't like to express their love directly, so their love is secret, but also great.

There is no right or wrong in love, only the way.

"Well, I'll call Mr. mo."

Mr. Mo frowned and looked at the girl in front of him. A seemingly ordinary face was inlaid with big eyes. He looked energetic and sat in a chair.

It's not like a kid without a tutor.

"How long have you known Mo Jincheng?"

Mr. Mo asked, as if he were chatting about his family.

Fang Yuan seriously thought about it and said, "about three or four months."

It's the second day of that night, the beginning of knowing Mo Jincheng.

I've only met before, but I don't know them.

Master Mo sneered: "three months, three months, you think you will last forever."

Fang Yuan nodded and agreed: "yes, three months is really too short."

The old man was stunned. He didn't expect that the girl would agree with him. His elongated face was embarrassed to continue to elongate. He had to say, "yes, do you think so, too?"

Fang Yuan continued to nod his head and said frankly, "yes, it's too short for men and women who are in love every hour. But we've seen a lot of things that couples have broken up for more than ten years. It seems that the length of time is not the key to measure a relationship at all."The old man's face couldn't hold: "hum, I didn't expect that he was a smart one."

He and Mo Jincheng always quarrel together, and Mo Jincheng's child, though he has a strong logical thinking, can't reason with him at all.

Let alone the others.

In a high position, no one will be stupid enough to reason with him.

I didn't expect that anyone would dare to reason with him. It's ridiculous.

But Fang Yuan didn't feel anything, but said faintly: "the old man is wrong. I know you don't like me and Mo Jincheng together. Come to me today and let me leave him."

Mr. Mo was stunned again.

In a high position, he likes to go straight and not beat around the bush.

I didn't expect that this girl was like this.

Straight to the point.

To be honest, if Mo Jincheng didn't want to marry this girl, he would like this girl.

Think of her and Mo Jin Cheng together, the face of mo old son pulls down again.

"Well, since you have said this step, I don't want to talk nonsense with you. It's wrong that you and Mo Jincheng are not famous, and they won't be happy together. It's better to break up directly before they make a big mistake."

Fang Yuan's look has never changed, whether it's the fact that Mr. Mo attacked them for being together for a short time, or it's wrong to say that they are not famous together.

It seems that the needle did not stick to her.

In fact, Fang Yuan knew from the bottom of her heart that she was ready after confirming that she was mo Jincheng's grandfather.

Maybe I saw too many curses about not liking her and Mo Jincheng together on the Internet before, so this kind of mild comment didn't make Fang Yuan feel so bad.

"Since you are talking about breaking up, you should have prepared a gift for me. I wonder if it's worth it."

Fang Yuan said lightly.

Master Mo's eyes have narrowed, and his heart is clear.

Sure enough, this woman and her grandson are together for the sake of breaking up!

But that's a good solution!

Is the problem that the world can solve with money still called a problem?