Jinghuan looked at Jinglao in a hurry, but saw that he had been staring at an Xiaowan. He was also a little upset, "grandfather?"
"Yes." Jinglao's voice is light, but in the tone, there is a trace of command.
An Xiaowan raised his head and had a strange sight on Shangjing. His heart was a little hairy.
What is his situation?
An Xiaowan has heard that the Jing family was originally the first black family. Therefore, it is not the mouth let granddaughter first promise, and then behind the scenes immediately let people go to give her a violent beating a vent of anger?!
Will someone take off her legs or pull her hair?
Scared!
Jing Huan takes a deep breath and looks at the old man's resolute attitude. He doesn't dare to resist. So can only stabilize the look, strong installed elegant self-sustaining mouth way: "well, I listen to grandfather."
An Xiaowan looked at Jinghuan, and then picked up her eyebrows, folded up her arrogant appearance and continued to eat some dishes.
Mr. and Mrs. Huo were bored and couldn't sit still. They stood up and said, "nothing. We'll go first."
Jinglao also nodded politely.
People are a little strange in their hearts. How can Jinglao speak so easily today, and he is not angry at all?
Previously, if anyone dares to be a little bit wrong with Jinghuan, he must jump up and blacken his face, so that people will never be able to get rid of it. But today, an Xiaowan bullies Jing Huan's head, but he still treats her so kindly.
Therefore, even Mr. Huo felt that this scene must have a later move.
Ann Xiaowan got up and laughed at Mr. and Mrs. Huo, "please take your time."
Mr. Huo's step is a pause, is a burst of exasperation again, hurried to walk.
There were only four people left in the box at one time.
An Xiaowan thought that Jinghuan and Jinglao were going to leave, but unexpectedly, Jinghuan suddenly said to Jinghuan: "huan'er, go back first, I'll ask the Secretary to send you."
Jinghuan was stunned, "ah? Grandfather, don't you come with me
Mr. Jing shook his head and asked his secretary to invite Jing Huan without giving a detailed explanation.
An Xiaowan sits there, holding the chopsticks hand, is also slightly stiff.
Do you want to recruit later?
Jinghuan is invited to leave. On the one hand, he feels that his grandfather has other ways to treat Fu An Xiaowan. But on the other hand, there was something strange and boring in my heart.
For the first time, my grandfather treated her like this!
On weekdays, the grandfather finally found his granddaughter. He coaxed her every day for fear that she would be wronged!
Jing Huan's heart is a little uneasy, but still can only follow the secretary.
In the room, Mr. Jing looks at Huo Shen again and wants to speak
Huo Shen has already looked at him faintly, eyes light calm deep voice way: "I don't go, king old have words to say directly."
Seeing the man as if he was dying to protect his wife, Mr. Jing picked up his eyebrows and did not continue to support him. But the eyes are still fixed at an Xiaowan and take a breath.
"How old are you, son?"
An Xiaowan slightly a Leng, put down chopsticks, "26, how?"
Jinglao's eyes moved, always with a terrible breath of men, but now even with a touch of uncontrollable tears.
"Well What's your mother's name
Ann Xiaowan frowned, feeling even more strange. She pursed her lips and asked, "why is Jinglao curious about my mother?"