Chapter 847： : The wedding I owe you (1)

It's not the first time I ran into Elder An when talking about these secrets, and I don't know how much he heard.

Anyway, when you are well, Wubao hasn't looked at An Elder's direction, the emotions in his eyes are complicated and difficult to argue.

An Ping turned around because of her peaceful gaze. At the first sight of the appearance of the elderly, she immediately resisted and took back the emotions that were about to collapse, but there were still some red marks in her eyes, which made the approaching elderly look. Suspicious and solemnly fell on them.

"It's all this time. It's not surprising that the two young men, Anhao and Hancheng, can't fall asleep and walk around in the house. Why are you here?" The old man's voice sounded extremely oppressive at the same time. But with a sharp gaze, he looked into An Ping's red eyes, and everyone standing there was sensitive to the slightest strangeness in his attitude.

The old man's eyes turned to Anhao, but he saw that Anhao's eyes were dim, and Zuo Hancheng's side was cold, standing beside Anhao, just like this, in front of them, his body was invisibly clear. A sense of oppression of argument.

"Dad." An Ping put away her emotions, and turned to face the old man, but a trace of peace-like hatred disappeared from the bottom of her eyes. Although there was awe in An Ping's voice, there was obviously no emotion. Put it in this claim.

Elder An looked at her lukewarmly: "What are you talking about here? I heard Anhao talking when I approached just now. What hurt? What kind of adopted daughter is fighting for? It is Anxin that girl said in front of you. What to say? Or is there something wrong in An's house?"

It's not that I couldn't hear the temptation in the ordinary-sounding words of Elder An, so Anhao curled his lips and said nothing.

In fact, she is also very curious about how long An Ping intends to hide from Elder An.

After all, I am no longer the fourteen-year-old myself. Even when the truth comes to light, the elderly did not recognize her and drove her away, he would not end up on the streets because of being too young to live.

This truth is so within reach, but An Ping stubbornly didn't break the barrel in front of Old Man An.

Anhao remembers that when she was a child, the mother she remembered was a brave, strong and assertive woman. She was definitely not the woman in front of her who was not too old in the baptism of years, but whose eyes were obviously dim and even compromised with fate.

"In Anjia, it feels like returning to my own home. How could there be unsatisfactory things." An Hao suddenly spoke, but these words contained many layers of meaning.

Elder An also felt that there was something in these words, but her eyes didn’t give him any more information. She raised her hand to lift the broken hair from her cheek to her ears, and smiled cleanly. He said, “You know, I’m almost in the pregnancy stage recently, but I had a minor illness a few days ago and my body has not been very well. I am planning to go back to a familiar doctor to help me check my physical condition. Stay a few days longer."

Hearing An Hao's explanation, Elder An didn't speak at first, but suddenly turned his eyes to Zuo Hancheng, as if to get a definite answer from Zuo Hancheng.

On the left, Hancheng Leng Rui's sight was almost imperceptible, although it was well covered by the steady and calm smile on the surface, but An Older lived so old that he could not even see this.

The purpose of Zuo Hancheng and Anhao's coming to settle down was indeed as he had thought before, and it was definitely not simple.

What he never expected was that this matter seemed to be related to An Ping.

Looking at An Ping's seemingly calm face and the unfading red marks under her eyes again, her eyes swept across her face, and then suddenly fell on Anhao's face.

"It's probably not uncommon for people to look a bit like in this world." Grandpa An suddenly spoke, and his eyes narrowed slightly to look at Anhao's face: "It seems that Anxin has a bit of charm and peace. It’s very similar. Standing here now, I find that the similarity between you and your Aunt An is even more so. There are only a few people in An’s family, but you have a total of three women who look so clever like you. I'm not sure that you are the wife of Cold City, and not some kind of liar who comes to lie to people. I am afraid that even the old man will have to doubt something..."

Old An’s words were very meaningful and purposeful. When he said this, he looked at Anhao’s face with a smile in his eyes, but when his eyes fell on An Ping’s face, his eyes changed again. With a somewhat compelling coldness.

"Dad, the young couple Anhao and Hancheng have a destiny with me. I just talked with Anhao about her childhood. I feel distressed for this child, and I am very reluctant to let them leave so soon." An Ping suddenly spoke in a voice. There was a repressive peace in it: "It's rare to feel that any young man fell in love with me for so many years. Hancheng has already done something at a young age, and has never attached to the Zuo family's property, nor is it because he is the heir of the Zuo family. It is logical to take over the family business. On the contrary, the Shengling Group, which he split up, was already influential in the United States. Later, it moved to China. The achievements and fame over the years have made me sigh as an elder."

Speaking of this, An Ping seemed to bring the topic back to Anhao unintentionally: "There is also the child Anhao. Although he is not very old, he is extremely intelligent, sensible and cultivated. She is the same age as Anxin. I I always treat her like my own daughter. I really want to stay with them for a few more days, so I have a few more conversations because of the retention."

The old man continued to look at Anhao calmly. After staying on Anhao’s face for a long time, he said in a cold voice: “Mrs. Zuo, of course, is taller than your adopted daughter. I don’t know how many ranks can be taken care of by Cold City. Daughter-in-law, how could you be the kind of eldest lady who is accustomed to An Xin and all over her body. Comparing Anxin and Anhao, I think you think too much, and Mrs. Zuo is not only the granddaughter of someone else’s family , But also a child of someone else’s family, no matter how envy you are, it is not yours after all."

The ridicule in the old man’s remarks was not at all affectionate, but An Ping was not at all uncomfortable being swept away. Instead, she looked at Anhao and smiled: "Yes, I envy Anhao's mother very much. There will be such a good daughter."

An Hao was too lazy to analyze this conversation between father and daughter, but Elder An was already beginning to suspect something, or he already knew something, she could tell from his attitude.

"Old An, you don’t need to praise me so much. I was just a child abandoned by my mother. When I was rebellious and self-willed, I was more troublesome than Anxin. It’s just that Zuo Hancheng has been by my side all these years. I have erected too many correct outlooks on life so that I am no longer as absurd as before."