“……”

The man looked back abruptly, his eyes filled with horror.

At the entrance door, the door of the house was opened, and his grandson, who was only sixteen years old, stood in the doorway, staring at him with a little doubt.

The man's face was instantly unnatural, and he hung up the phone without thinking about it, staring at his grandson and smiling perfunctorily: "Hanhan is back, how is it today?"

The sixteen-year-old boy is already very tall, and he is considered an adult at the age of fifteen abroad, and Qiao Ran's grandson Mo Han has been obsessed with painting since he was a child, and later became obsessed with design after watching a show abroad, and since then he has been reluctant to study, and he is learning to be a designer every day, he said that he hopes he can also have his own show.

The dreams of teenagers are always good, but they are not supported by the family, especially Mo Han's father is extremely opposed, but Mo Han's father went out to play with women and gave birth to children at the age of nineteen, and he actually doesn't have much affection for this son, he knows how to fight every day, and then Qiao Ran couldn't see it, and took advantage of this return to China to bring this grandson back.

"Nope. ”

Mo Han is a character who doesn't talk much, the young man looks very arrogant, but if you look closely, you can actually find that this person is cold at most, and there is a little casual innocence in his eyes, which makes him look extraordinarily soft and cute.

The man frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you say that your design is already very powerful?

"You said you wanted to be a designer, so we were willing to bring you here, don't be like your father, fool us casually. ”

Mo Han frowned, probably talking about his dream, this young man finally had a little spirit, he stared at his grandfather, there was no respect in his eyes, only a little stubbornness: "Grandpa, I can definitely become a designer, this is my dream, please respect my dream." ”

The man snorted: "Your fart dream, your grandmother and I have to support your parents, and now we have to support you, a group of useless things, at such an age, you have to rely on your grandparents to support you." ”

Men are like this every time, obviously they are also useless people, but they always like to use the posture of elders to teach others.

Mo Han glanced at the man and said expressionlessly: "Grandpa, it's true that I rely on your elders to raise me, but I rely on my grandmother, what did you give me?"

After speaking, Mo Han went straight back to his room.

The man didn't expect Mo Han to say this about himself, so he suddenly crooked his face, and strode over to knock on Mo Han's door to teach his grandson a lesson, but saw Qiao Ran walking out of the bathroom, frowning and staring at himself, and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Thinking that he had actually called his little lover at home just now, and it seemed that his grandson had heard something, the man instantly felt weak, smiled and said, "It's nothing, Mo Han, this child is back, and I don't know if I have eaten." ”

Qiao Ran frowned when he heard this, and walked towards the door of Mo Han's room: "I'll take care of it, you go back to sleep first." ”

The man wanted to say something, but in the end he obediently went back to his room.

Qiao Ran knocked on the door of his grandson's room, and finally heard a muffled "come in" from inside when he made the sixth sound.

Qiao Ran smiled, unscrewed the doorknob and pushed open the door and walked in.

Mo Han is drawing on the counter.

Qiao Ran walked behind him, looking at this grandson who had poured all his hopes into him, Qiao Ran's face looked much better, and his tone was gentle: "How is today?"

"Nope. ”

Mo Han's voice was muffled: "Those people said that I was underage and didn't want to interview me at all, and I offered that I could show them my design drawings, but they didn't want to accept me." ”

Qiao Ran was stunned for a moment before thinking of the current situation in China.

"But grandma forgot to tell you, you only came of age at the age of eighteen in China, and at your age, even if you are a genius, it is difficult to find a design studio if there is no one to recommend you. ”

Mo Han didn't speak.

A pair of brows were furrowed tightly, and it looked really uncomfortable as much as it was going to be.

Qiao Ran was also a little distressed, and felt that he was useless, and even his grandson's dream could not be realized.

She tried to say something to make her grandson happy, but she couldn't get to the point after saying a few dry words, and Mo Han said even more depressedly: "Grandma, I'm fine, I won't give up." ”

Qiao Ran was silent.

She was thinking about letting her grandson be quiet first, when she turned her head and saw a signature that her grandson had placed on the bedside table.

"By the way, the designer Su Ying you admire the most, is there no news yet?"

Mo Han was stunned for a moment, and slowly sat up straight.

- Even if it's just talking about this person, Mo Han has to show respect for this person.

"I don't know. ”

Mo Han said with some loss: "At the beginning, her husband said that she went to other places to collect style, but there is no news now. ”

Qiao Ran thought that she had grasped a good point, and said, "What about now? It's been so many days, and her private social account hasn't been updated?"

This remark finally made some ripples in Mo Han's heart, he turned on the computer, and quickly found Su Ying's account homepage.

Qiao Ran walked over and looked at the computer with his grandson.

"Huh?"

"How is she?"

The grandfather and grandson made their voices almost at the same time.

Mo Han glanced at his grandmother and asked, "What did grandma say, what is she?Do you know Teacher Su Ying?"

Qiao Ran's eyes were scorching, staring at Mo Han's gaze as if it was glowing: "You said this is Teacher Su Ying?"

Mo Han nodded, with some admiration and memories in his eyes: "I saw Teacher Su Ying at a show abroad, Teacher Su Ying is very good-looking, and the things designed have their own style, I was very moved by Teacher Su Ying's things, so I wanted to design them myself." ”

Qiao Ran's eyes became brighter and brighter, she hooked her lips and smiled, and said, "But her name is not Su Ying, her name is Su Yiming." ”

"Huh?!"

This time, Mo Han was stunned.

——

Three o'clock in the morning abroad.

Lu Lihan closed his eyes a little uncontrollably, the pen in his hand unconsciously slid on the paper, a sharp squeak sounded, and Qiao Feng, who was already asleep, sat up instantly.

"Mr. Lu?"

Lu Lihan also woke up instantly, glanced at the time displayed on his watch before saying, "Forget it, it's too late today, let's go back to the hotel to rest first." ”

In fact, it's okay here, but Lu Lihan doesn't want to give others the feeling that he Lu Lihan needs to be in one place day and night to deal with things.