Chapter 241

"Grandpa!" Seeing that old Zhou's face was not worried, Zhao Qiqing simply sprinkled Jiao.

"Well, well, let's go to dinner first. We'll talk about it later."

Old Zhou led Fu xishen to walk ahead. When he crossed Fu xishen, he didn't give him a look. He took Fu xishen as air.

"My grandfather, he is thunder and rain. There is almost no rain. You... Don't take it to heart."

She knew Zhou Lao's temper best. She said "we'll talk about it later", that is, she won't mention it in the future.

"It's all right. It's my fault." Fu xishen held Zhao Qiqing's hand in his back hand and clasped his fingers.

He will spend his whole life to make up for this mistake.

The two stepped into the living room hand in hand. The high housekeeper had instructed the servants to serve the meals.

Seeing the two people come in, they smiled: "Xiao Qing and Mr. Fu, come quickly and try our food."

"Thank you, Grandpa Gao."

Zhao Qiqing pulled Mr. Fu and opened her chair and sat in Mr. Zhou's left and right hands respectively.

At the moment when Fu xishen sat down, old Zhou still childishly tilted his head and snorted coldly.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qiqing shook her head and was unable to laugh or cry.

At the same time, she was moved because her grandfather let Fu xishen go so easily.

Just because that's the one she's protecting.

Zhao Qiqing's eyes were suddenly wet. Fortunately, even if the executives handed over the tableware, she quickly cleaned up her mood.

The three quietly ate a meal that was not very harmonious. Mr. Zhou put down his dishes and chopsticks and went directly to the outside courtyard to walk the birds. He looked out of sight and out of mind.

Only the senior housekeeper was left to take their luggage to the room.

"This is Xiaoqing's room, remember? When you were a child, you always lived in this room. Sir asked someone to clean it every day, but the things inside were never touched by others."

"I remember, when I was a child, I often came to live in the public house."

Even after staying for several months, she refused to go back, unless Zhao's mother came and took her away.

Fu xishen, standing behind him, heard the speech and swept his eyes into the room.

It is filled with many fairy tale books and all kinds of graffiti that can't see what it is. It is estimated that Zhao Qiqing painted it when she was a child.

There were all kinds of messy gadgets. He even saw a few stones on the table.

Looking at this room full of childlike fun and life breath, Fu xishen gradually took a bit of softness in his eyes.

"It's so annoying. Why do I still have social practice in winter and summer vacation? I haven't gone to the public house for several years."

Fu xishen recalled the letter Zhao Qiqing had written to him before. He seemed to take a stranger as the object of talk, without reservation. It was really simple.

"This room is very nice."

Fu xishen's voice fell. Housekeeper Gao and Zhao Qiqing were stunned.

Fu xishen looked at the furnishings in the room as if he hadn't noticed at all.

In silence, I have planned the future room layout.

"Cough, Mr. Fu, your room is here. Please follow me."

Housekeeper Gao deliberately raised his voice and coughed. The meaning was obvious. Even if it was a close relationship, he still had to live in two rooms.

Zhao Qiqing blushed and said, "I'll clean up first."

Then he hurried to close the door.

Outside the door, the high housekeeper pushed the suitcase into the opposite room.

"Mr. Fu."

"What?" Fu xishen glanced at the high housekeeper.

"I think you also know how important Xiaoqing is to our husband. Sir can tolerate you hurting Xiaoqing once, just because Xiaoqing likes you. If you hurt Xiaoqing again in the future, Mr. Fu should know the consequences?"

The senior housekeeper is neither humble nor arrogant when he speaks. Every word is a respectful title, but the meaning of threat is very obvious.

Fu Xi's deep eyes narrowed and looked at the man who was obviously more than a housekeeper. He turned and said faintly, "please rest assured, Mr. Zhou, there won't be such a day."

"Best as Mr. Fu said."

The purpose of the executive's home was achieved, and without saying anything, he withdrew directly.

For the next two days, Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen stayed with Zhou.

Zhao Qiqing is actually selfish. Since she knew her life experience, she was always afraid of how to deal with herself if Zhou knew her identity one day.

In this way, he hesitated for two days. On the third day, Fu xishen grabbed Zhao Qiqing after dinner.

"Sometimes to the point, there may be good results."

Zhao Qiqing was stunned and opened her mouth: "you, you know?"

"Yes."

Zhao Qiqing was stunned again. When she raised her eyes again, her eyes flickered firmly, "I know. I'll find a chance to talk to my grandfather. When I finish, we'll go back."

Every time she came out to drink water in the evening these days, she could see the light in Fu xishen's room.

Sometimes she woke up and finished the tedious work.

She knew that Tianjing had too many affairs.

Even if Fu xishen doesn't say it, she plans to finish here and go back to city A.

Fu xishen's mouth also slightly lifted an arc. There were thousands of stars in his dark eyes. He stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the top of Zhao Qiqing's hair.

He said in a deep voice, "OK, let's go back together."

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At night, Zhao Qiqing came to Zhou Lao's study and carefully opened the door, "Grandpa..."

"Ah, Xiaoqing is coming. Tell me. What do you want to tell me?"

After seeing Zhao Qiqing, old Zhou showed a loving smile on his face, smiled and waved people over. At the same time, he took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoiled his face.

"I..."

The more Zhou Laoyue is like this, the more Zhao Qiqing feels sorry for him.

The old man is so old that he suddenly knows that his granddaughter who has been in pain for many years has no blood relationship with him

Zhao Qiqing can't imagine what will happen.

"If you have anything to say, your grandfather, I'm in such good health. What are you afraid of?" Old Zhou saw what Zhao Qiqing hesitated and feared, and simply said it directly.

"Grandpa, don't say that. I... I don't know how to speak."

Zhou Lao sighed and didn't speak, waiting for Zhao Qiqing.

Finally, Zhao Qiqing made up her mind.

"Grandpa, what would you do if I said... If I said I wasn't your granddaughter?"

Zhao Qiqing bit her teeth and spoke out her thoughts in one breath.

Old Zhou's eyes flickered, and his brush also swam out an ink stain on the stationery.

"My granddaughter is only Xiaoqing, no matter who she is."

When Zhao Qiqing's face was getting gray, old Zhou suddenly made a noise.