"Grandma......" Feng Hao walked over, grabbed Fujiwara's shoulder from behind, looked at the photo of his uncle, and listened to the old man's low sobs, his throat was panicked, and his chest was stuffy and painful.

"Grandma, sorry!" he apologized, his voice low and hoarse.

"Hao, at that time, after losing your father, I still have your uncle in front of me, and without your uncle, I still have you in front of me. But now, if you insist like this, if I don't have you, who else can I see?" It's not that she wants to curse her grandson, but that the Feng family really killed too much in the early years, so that the cruel fate cursed the Feng family, and the men of the Feng family don't live long.

God knows how much she wants a new life to be born in the Feng family!

She sighed under her breath, gently wiped the tears from the photo with the palm of her hand, and carefully put them back in their place.

Turning around, she looked at Feng Hao, raised her hand and stroked his face, which was very similar to Feng He, and said, "Hao, you think about what I said, grandma doesn't want to embarrass you, and you don't want to hurt grandma's heart." I'm worried...... You ......"

After saying that, Fujiwara turned around and walked out and left the study.

The study was quiet, and Feng Hao's eyes were fixed on his uncle's photo and the knife that represented the Feng family, and his heart was in turmoil.

When did it start, a woman would actually make him confused and lose his mind.

Returning to the couch and sitting down, he looked at the paper bag, picked it up, and shook everything out of it.

It is a few clear pictures of two people, a man and a woman, hugging each other tightly.

Feng Hao squinted slightly, looking at the photos scattered on the coffee table, he didn't reach out to pick them up, just stared.

The date on the photo happened to be the days when he was on a business trip, and he remembered that Xia Yucheng asked him at that time, did he find any woman?

Unexpectedly, he didn't look for a woman, but she was playing a game of revisiting old things.

How deep is it to hug so tightly?

Can't wait?

No wonder grandma asks, why does he take care of her?

How ridiculous, he is entangled here because he doesn't want to hurt her, but she has long been unscrupulous in the dark.

A woman like this, he shouldn't be careful, and if he doesn't care, he won't be hurt by her.

The enduring anger seemed to penetrate his skin, flow into his veins, and envelop his heart......

His palms slammed into fists.

In an instant, a wave of anger rushed out of his chest like a sealed beast.

……

In the bedroom, Xia Yucheng took a shower and sat on the sofa by the window to read a book, waiting for the wind to come up.

But time passed slowly, and it wasn't until half past eleven that Feng Hao still didn't return to the room. Xia Yucheng put down the book, picked up the phone and looked at the time, stood up and went downstairs.

"Miss Xia!" The maid on duty in the living room saw her and hurriedly shouted.

"Is the old lady and Mr. Feng still in the study?" asked Xia Yucheng.

"The old lady has already gone upstairs to rest, and Mr. Feng is still in the study!"

Xia Yucheng was a little puzzled, could it be that Feng Hao was still doing business in the study?

Thinking about it, she walked over to the study.

Gently pushed open the door of the study, the man sitting inside was facing away from her, he didn't make a sound, Xia Yucheng didn't know what was going on, he only felt that there was a layer of coldness all around him.

"Hao ...... Why are you still here? Go up and rest early!".

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