"You kid, you're almost thirty years old, and you're crazy like a child, you don't say a word when you leave, and you don't say a word when you come back, fortunately there's nothing wrong with my heart, otherwise who would have suffered from your shock." Guo Wanjun picked up the sweater and complained to Yan Murong while doing needlework.

Even if you have grown up, a wife or a father, but in the eyes of your mother, you are always a child who will never grow up and needs to be cared for by your mother.

"I'll call you often in the future." Yan Murong comforted with guilt, looked at the cup of tea on the coffee table, touched the cup with his hand, and asked. "The water is still warm, and someone is coming to the house?"

Guo Wanjun usually doesn't drink much tea, even if he does, he won't drink this kind of bitter but bitter bitter tea, if the old man drinks tea, he uses a tea cup or his enamel jar, obviously, making tea in a glass cup is a guest at home.

"Well, I've been here for a while." Guo Wanjun said while looking down and counting the stitches. "Your grandfather is talking to a guest in the study."

"Who's coming?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"The old man of the Zheng family." Guo Wanjun said without raising her head.

"Zheng Yan?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "That's right, I'll go up and have a look."

"Hey, why are you so reckless when you come back?" Guo Wanjun grabbed Yan Murong and said. "Your grandfather is talking to the guests about things, what kind of excitement do you go up to, you don't usually call home, what will be the urgency."

"Don't worry, Mom." Yan Murong pulled Guo Wanjun's hand away and said with a smile. "Grandpa won't blame me. I'm his own grandson. ”

After speaking, regardless of Guo Wanjun's retention, he threw his coat on the sofa and ran upstairs.

"This kid."

Looking at Yan Murong's back, Guo Wanjun smiled lovingly, although her sons have become a family, this smile shows the charm of the first beauty in Yanjing back then.

"Why are you going?" At the corner of the stairs, Yan Minghua, who had changed into casual home clothes, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Go see grandpa, there's a guest coming." Yan Murong blinked and said. "That old guy from the Zheng family is up there, I'll go up and take a look."

"I'll go too." Yan Minghua's two beautiful eyes sparkled, and he said for fear that the world would not be chaotic. "This old boy must not be a good thing to come, we have been so happy recently, I guess we are here to complain - go, go up and give the girl a wake-up, let him know whose territory this is."

"Sister-in-law, you can rest." Yan Murong said with a smile. "It's okay for me to go up, if you go up and mix blindly, I'm worried that grandpa will scold you."

"Yes." Yan Minghua pouted and said with a depressed face. "Who told me that this girl is not a kiss, but your grandson is a kiss."

"Are you scolding me?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly.

"How is this scolding?" Yan Minghua patted Yan Murong's shoulder and said solemnly. "Grandpa is all mixed up from his grandson - go, go up and let the old boy know who is the master."

Seeing Yan Minghua twisting his ass and walking downstairs, Yan Murong cried and laughed, and walked towards the old man's study.

Standing at the door of the study, he knocked lightly on the door twice, and after hearing the sound of Old Man Yan inviting him in, Yan Murong pushed the door and walked in.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Yan Murong looked at Old Man Yan with a smile on his face. "How are you doing lately, it's cold, you have to keep warm."

"Haha, I'm fine." Seeing Yan Murong, Old Man Yan smiled lovingly. "You're tired, aren't you?"

"It's fine." Yan Murong nodded. "I'm tired, but it's fun. During this time, I flew all over the world, gained a lot of knowledge, and took the time to shoot a few dogs - it's a pity, the beast ran too fast, otherwise it would be good to eat a dog meat hot pot on this cold day. ”

"You're still so hot." Old Man Yan shook his head and sighed.

The grandfather and grandson chatted happily, completely ignoring the fact that Zheng Yan, who was sitting on the side, had changed his face a few times, as if he didn't exist.

"Come, Murong, this is Old Man Zheng." Old Man Yan pointed to Zheng Yan, who was sitting on the side, always smiling on his face, and said. "You should know each other, right?"

"Of course." Yan Murong turned around at this time, looked at the empty table in front of the two old men, and said with a smile. "Grandpa, you are really, people are guests, why don't you make a cup of tea for others."

"You kid, you're still provoking me." Old Man Yan scolded with a smile, but he didn't mean to blame.

"Wait, I'll take a dip." Yan Murong smiled, opened the door under the bookcase with ease, and turned it over for a long time before taking out a tea brick wrapped in oiled paper from it, deducting a piece of tea with the thickness of his thumb from it, putting it in the teacup, picking up the kettle and pouring water.

"Old man Zheng, you drink tea." Yan Murong brought the teacup to Zheng Yan with a smile on his face and said. "My grandfather was born in a war with soldiers, he doesn't like to enjoy, and there is no good tea at home, he usually likes to drink this kind of tea brick, you must not dislike it."

To be honest, Zheng Yan really wanted to pick up this cup of hot tea and put it on Yan Murong's face, this little bastard is too annoying.

Zheng Yan smiled on his face, saying that he didn't mind, but there was a wave of slander in his heart.

Abandon? Even if I dislike it, dare I say it?

"Well, that's good." Zheng Yan took a sip of the tea that had not yet been brewed with a smile on his face, put down the cup, and said. "Although this kind of tea is cheap, it is better than the strong and refreshing taste, in the past, when I was in Inner Mongolia, the herdsmen were boiled with fresh milk, and then paired with hand-grilled mutton, I like it very much."

"Really? It turns out that you like Mr. Zheng too. Yan Murong looked happy, and then ran to the bookcase, took out all the tea bricks, put them in front of Zheng Yan, and said. If you like it, this tea brick will be given to you. ”

"Then I'll take it, hehe." Zheng Yan didn't shirk either, the smile on his face looked very happy, but God knows how much he hates Yan Murong in his heart now.

"Old Yan, it's not too early, your grandson is back, I won't disturb you to enjoy the joy of family." Zheng Yan picked up the tea brick, got up and said. "What I said, I still hope that Yan Lao will think about it."

"Okay, I'll think about it." Old Man Yan still sat there steadily, nodded and said. "When people are old and their legs and feet are no longer good, I won't give them away."

"Yan Lao stays." Zheng Yan nodded. "My driver and car are outside."

It wasn't until there was a sound of the door closing outside that Yan Murong sat down, looked at Old Man Yan and asked. "Grandpa, what is this old boy doing?"

"Huh." Old Man Yan smiled, did not blame Yan Murong for the title problem, and said slowly. "He's here to reconcile."