Chapter 949 The Last Supper

"In a few days? Heh..." Duosuo chuckled.

Tong Huaer looked at him and didn't know what to say.

Dongfang Furen had always been a man with a plan, which was almost the style of the The dongfang family. If she really wanted to tell Duosuo, she had already said it when she decided.

"That's all. Let's go. It's good to go." Duosuo waved his hand and got up to walk upstairs.

Tong Huaer looked at his shaky back, his eyes flashing, and suddenly said, "Teacher Duosuo, have you ever thought of fighting for it?"

"What?" Duo suo turned around and looked at her with his dark, icy blue eyes.

"I mean, have you ever thought about fighting for grandma? Do you know why I arranged a movie for you? I just don't want you all to regret it! I have to do something."

Originally, she thought that after the late movie yesterday, the two old people could untie the knot in their hearts, but she didn't expect...

One is leaving today, the other is willing to watch the other go.

"Fight for it?" Duosuo was stunned. After a while, he smiled softly and shook his head, "You don't understand. She's from the Dongfangjia. She'll always be. I'm a foreigner. We can't..."

"But you still want to, don't you?" Tong Huaer interrupted him.

Duosuo said so many reasons, but he didn't say he didn't want to be with grandma.

This showed that he still had expectations for grandma.

"I..." Duosuo was startled, his eyes averted, "I... I'm not..."

"Then you should think about it first." Tong Huaer looked at him seriously and said, "If you want to be with grandma, then I'll help you. You don't have to think about your nationality and identity. I'll take care of these things, but if you don't..."

Tong Huaer didn't continue. She looked at Duosuo and smiled, "Teacher, we won't leave until three days later. I'll wait for your answer."

With that said, leaving Duosuo with a complicated face, Tong Huaer turned around and walked upstairs.

When it was time to leave, Tong Huaer sat on the sofa and looked around with complicated eyes.

Her luggage was not here, and there was nothing to pack, but the atmosphere of parting was still very uncomfortable.

I wonder what Zong Beili is doing now?

Tong Huaer looked at the familiar number on his phone and guessed that he might be busy now. After thinking about it, he made up a text message and sent it to him: "Go back to the villa at night." He added, "The one we live in."

After sending the message, Tong Huaer picked up his bag, opened the door and walked out.

"Huaer, are you going out?"

Situ Wei came in through the door.

Tong Huaer stopped and nodded with a smile. She paused and said, "Grandma said we'll be back in three days. Do you know?"

"So soon?" Situ Wei paused and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll make the arrangements."

"With you around, of course I'm relieved." Tong Huaer smiled and said, "Then I'll go first. I'll leave this to you. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Situ wei was startled and quickly regained her senses. A complicated emotion flashed in her eyes, "You want to go back?"

"Well, you know, I still have to pack some things, so I need to go back." Tong Huaer smiled sheepishly.

The Dongfangjia didn't lack anything for her, and there was nothing to pack.

Situ Wei's thin lips curled into a slight smile, but the temperature in his eyes was much lighter. He said in a low voice, "Then I'll ask the driver to take you back."

Tong Huaer thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

Situ Wei said nothing more and turned to drive her to the car.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." Tong Huaer got in the car and waved to him from the window.

"Yes."

Situ Wei smiled too.

After the car was completely out of sight, he turned and walked towards the villa.

Back at the villa, Nanny Wu saw Tong Huaer walk in. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and said quickly, "Young mistress, you're back. Will young master Zong come back too?"

"Yes." Tong Huaer smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll go prepare dinner right away." Nanny Wu said.

"Don't be busy, Nanny Wu. I'll do it later." Tong Huaer stopped her.

Nanny Wu looked at her as if he understood something. He nodded and said, "Okay, young mistress, you can do it. I'll help you wash the dishes."

Tong Huaer looked at Nanny Wu, smiled, and turned to walk upstairs.

In the evening.

A dark red sports car was parked at the door. Zong Beili was sitting in the car, looking at the room with the lights on.

How long has it been since I saw the lights in the room?

During her absence, the lights were only on downstairs, and the upstairs was dark.

Zong Beili shook his head in amusement, feeling that he was getting more and more moved. He pushed open the car door and got out of the car, then strode towards the villa.

"Young master Zong, you're back."

"Where is she?" Zong Beili asked.

"Young master Zong, young mistress is upstairs." Nanny Wu said.

"Yes."

Zongbei responded and walked upstairs.

When he opened the door, he saw Tong Huaer squatting on the ground with his back to the door. Zong Beili was about to walk in when he caught a glimpse of the box on the ground and his black eyes paused.

"You're back?"

Hearing the noise behind him, Tong Huaer looked back.

Zong Beili regained his senses and smiled at her, "Packing?"

"Yes." Tong Huaer nodded, his eyes flashing with gloom, but he quickly hid it. He smiled and looked up at him, "I'm packing."

"Hmm? Pack up what?"

Zong Beili threw his suit on the sofa, walked over and sat down on the floor. Glancing at the small box in front of her, his handsome features radiated the aura of a king under the light.

In fact, he already knew that she was leaving.

After all, this man is so smart, he must have already felt it.

"Why aren't you talking? Why are you in a daze?"

Zong Beili looked up and saw her staring at him in a daze. She reached out and pinched her face.

"Nothing." Tong Huaer returned to his senses, looked at the little things in front of him, and said, "Oh, they are all small things. They need to be brought over. Don't do this. Let's go downstairs and eat. I made dinner today."

"Last supper?" Zong Beili sat on the carpet and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Tong Huaer was taken aback, then turned away and said, "No way! Oh, come on. If the food gets cold later, I'll have to heat it up again."

As she spoke, she pulled him behind her. Zong Beili glanced at her with a faint smile and stood up to let her drag him downstairs.

Tong Huaer made a simple home-cooked meal, not much, not much.