Chapter 72： I let him go home

Chapter 72 I let him go back to his hometown

At the same time, Tonggu Lane in the south of Huicheng City.

This is an old-fashioned residential area. Unlike the surrounding buildings, Tonggu Lane still maintains the style of private houses and courtyards decades ago.

Every house in the alley is a single family.

Red bricks and bluestones, flower walls and greenery, quiet paths and deep courtyards.

In one of the wide houses covered with creepers in front of the door, under the perfumed plane tree, an old man with snow hair is scratching his head and ears at the chessboard in front of him.

not easy to solve, not easy to solve...

The young people nowadays don't know how to respect the elderly, and they don't know how to give up one son and two sons to the elderly!

Facing the old man, the young man of Langyue Qingfeng sat quietly with a smile on his face, "Grandpa, if you admit defeat, this round will be considered a draw, how about it?"

Old Fu, "..."

"I'm not filial to my grandson! I'm almost seventy this year! Are you trying to make me unable to eat dinner?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Gui is cooking sweet-scented osmanthus fish tonight."

"..." I still have to eat dinner, he likes the sweet-scented osmanthus fish.

Among the grandparents and grandsons bickering, Uncle Gui came over, "Mr. Fu, a call from Kyoto."

Fu Yanchi paused, got up and walked to the living room, "Grandpa, I'll give you five minutes to regret it. If you still lose to me later, you can stop saying that I don't respect the elderly."

Old Fu's mouth twitched, brat, I don't know who his temper is like, he looks so weak and gentle, his mouth is unforgiving.

Virtue.

Watching the young man walk away, Fu Laofei quickly waved to Uncle Gui, "Hurry up, Gui, help me see, which move should I regret? It's embarrassing to lose to me all the time!"

Uncle Gui, "Old Fu, I'm just a bad chess player."

"One person counts the short and the other counts the long. Maybe if we put it together, it will be better than Zhuge Liang?"

"..."

Fu Yanchi entered the living room, sat down on the red sandalwood chair next to the phone, and then picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Ah Chi? I'm Aunt Meng." A woman's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's me. Aunt Meng, long time no see." Fu Yanchi greeted with a smile.

There was an imperceptible sigh from the other end, "How are you doing over there? Are you in good health? You didn't call home when you returned home, and it was silent. If your grandpa hadn't leaked the word, your father and I are now I don't know about your return yet."

"It's mine, I should call you and Dad first."

"Aunt Meng didn't mean to blame you, Ah Chi, your father and I miss you very much. Come back to Kyoto, okay? We haven't seen you for several years."

Fu Yanchi pursed her lips, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Aunt Meng, this matter is not urgent. I will go back to see you and Dad when I have time. My grandfather is getting old, and his health is getting worse day by day. I don't worry if there is no junior around to take care of me. I want to be here with him more."

"But your body—"

"My body is fine, Aunt Meng."

"Okay, okay, as long as it's okay... Then, then I won't bother you. If you have anything to do, you can call home. There is always someone at home."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanchi turned to look outside the hall.

Under the sycamore tree, the old man was bluffing, still trying to analyze and study which move is the most appropriate to regret.

Fu Yanchi stroked her eyebrows, with helplessness in her eyes, she got up and walked out, "Grandpa, how come you have learned how to tell the truth now."

Fu Laobai glanced at him, "What's the secret? I just said it casually, why, isn't that your home?"

After finishing talking, Mr. Fu put on a disgusted look, "Boy, your grandpa and I are in good health, at least we can live for another 20 or 30 years. You don't need to squat here all day with me, a bad old man, just go back where you came from." Where are you going?"

"It's more interesting to get in your way here. One day you find me pleasing to the eye, I'll get out."

"..."

Old Fu was so angry that he was full of murderous intent, and after losing a game, he walked away with a dark face.

With a smile on his lips, Fu Yanchi slowly cleaned up the chessboard, "Uncle Gui, do you have something to say?"

Uncle Gui stayed by the side and did not leave. He heard the words and replied, "Yes. Yan Qinyue came to Huicheng a while ago and has been paying attention to Song Yueliang's movements. In addition, he has cooperated with the Song family, and the next direction of cooperation is also to enter the real estate industry If so, their cooperation is likely to have an impact on Taifeng Real Estate. Yanqin has the backing of the Yan family, if he confronts Song Yueliang, Song Yueliang may not be able to fight back."

"The Yan family also means the same?"

"This... Director Yan did not express his position."

Fu Yanchi didn't raise his eyebrows. After putting the chess pieces into the chess box, he closed the lid, "Keep an eye on Yanqin. If he dares to do anything to Song Yueliang, let him go back to his hometown."

"Mr. Fu, I'm not that capable." Uncle Gui grimaced.

Standing up, Fu Yanchi patted him on the shoulder, smiling lightly, "I mean, I'll let him go back to his hometown."

Uncle Gui, "..." That's no problem.

…

Kyoto, Yan's house.

Yan Family Old House is located in Yangshan Villa.

The huge house is very quiet at the moment.

After Meng Jingxian hung up the phone, she sat on the sofa holding her handkerchief nervously, "Brother Huai, Ah Chi is staying with the old man over there, and he will be back in a while."

On the sofa facing her, there was a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance. He was fifty years old, and the years had carved wind and frost on his temples. His sharp eyebrows and deep eyes showed a shrewdness and calmness that young people don't have.

Excellent temperament, you can tell at a glance that you are not a dragon or a phoenix.

It's just that the man's complexion is not good-looking at this moment, it is dark, and his already powerful aura looks even more oppressive at this moment.

"You don't need to speak for him, he doesn't think of this place as his home at all!"

"Brother Huai...!" Meng Jingxian stood up at a loss, wanting to appease the man's anger, but did not dare to approach him unreasonably, "Ah Chi has been independent since childhood, and he likes to keep things in his heart. Although he doesn't say it, he is right You never disrespected..."

"What do you respect? Will he go home if he respects? He doesn't even say a word when he returns home. To put it bluntly, he is still blaming me in his heart! Blame me for betraying his mother and marrying you! I will give him whatever he wants since he was a child, even he I have agreed to change his mother's surname, what else do you want from me?!" The man's heart was heaving, and he was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, "He clearly knew that I would marry you in back then, just to take care of him, to give His whole family!"

Meng Jingxian's face turned pale, and the hand that was holding the handkerchief tightly trembled violently.

Wordless silence spread in the hall.

Seeing her suddenly pale face, a hint of annoyance flashed in the man's eyes imperceptibly, and in the end he just snorted heavily, turned and went upstairs.

Meng Jingxian stood where she was, her eyes were out of focus, and she felt chills all over her body.

Bang Dang—

The sound of the door being kicked open brought her back to her senses. Seeing the person standing at the door, Meng Jingxian hurriedly put away her lost soul and put on a smiling face, "Yanxi, are you back?"

The man at the door was very young, twenty-two or three years old, with an unconcealable anger on his face.

He looked at the woman and asked sharply, "You can still laugh like this? Mom, what are you planning?!"