Chapter 40: Then smash it

"Forget it, young man, you better buy it and leave quickly, so as not to be blackmailed." Some of the passers-by around couldn't stand it, so they persuaded them.

Nachuan said coldly to the man: "Sometimes things have evolved to the point of no return, that is, there are people who you say so. ”

In fact, those that made you forget it were nothing more than making you submit to the situation at the time, which contributed to the intensification of those people, and it was clear that you were the most wronged one, but you still had to sacrifice your own interests to fulfill the interests of others.

Na Chuan looked at the people and didn't stand up to speak for him, he felt a little chilled and said: "I have a dash cam in this car, and everything was recorded just now." ”

"Of course, if you want to smash this car, then smash it, but in less than five minutes, you will wait for me to sue you, this car is 27 million, smashed, I will let you and your future children and grandchildren be at peace for the rest of their lives in order to compensate for this huge amount of money." Na Chuan saw that some people around him were about to move, and said directly.

Suddenly, the group of people didn't dare to take another step, and silently made way for him, and the eldest lady had no choice but to give up, looking at Na Chuan with a resentful face, as if he was not blamed by her for his fault.

Na Chuan, who left the vegetable market, made a phone call to the head of the market management department, told him about the situation, and then drove to a nearby supermarket.

"Miss Mo, it's here." When Mo Zishu was sleeping, Fu Erxiong's strong voice woke her up from her sweet dream.

"What's here, it's home?" Mo Zishu, who was still in the stage of confusion, supported herself with difficulty in supporting her seat, and then looked out the window, a little unclear.

"It's not Qingtai Garden, it's not my house." Mo Zishu said while stretching her waist, completely forgetting that she had promised Fu Qingyuan to come to the old mansion for dinner.

In fact, Fu Qingyuan hadn't hung up the phone at this time, and returned to his office to file the document after the meeting, but the difference from the past was that he put on the headphones that had been placed in the drawer and had not yet been unpacked, just to hear the sound of Mo Zishu's breathing while sleeping, and with a little snoring rhythm, he made him cute.

It's just enough to scare the special assistants around me.

Mo Zishu would dream of it in her life that Fu Qingyuan recorded her sleeping and even snoring, and when Mo Zishu accidentally turned out this recording one day after marriage, Fu Qingyuan had already prepared a washboard and durian, of course, this is all a later story.

"Ahem." Fu Qingyuan heard that Mo Zishu should still not wake up, and what he said amused him.

"Fu Er, do you have a cold? How did you cough. Mo Zishu heard a few coughs, thought it was Fu Er, and asked.

"No, you may have heard it wrong, Miss Mo, you get out of the car first, grandpa is waiting for you outside." Fu Er scratched his head, feeling a little inexplicable.

Mo Zishu nodded, maybe she heard it wrong, picked up her mobile phone and file bag and got out of the car.

"Old man Fu, have you not seen me for a day, didn't you just make an appointment to eat for a while yesterday, why did you give it in advance." Mo Zishu continued to yawn, looking at Comrade Fu Shengshan who was about to laugh in front of her, she wondered why she was so happy.

"Naturally, let's go in, it's the first time you've come to my house today, take a good look. If you think it's good, just live in my house. Fu Shengshan said with a smile on his crutches, but he accidentally said what was in his heart.

"What?" Mo Zishu tilted her head and asked, but she didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Lao Li, you go and ask Chuanzi why he hasn't come back yet, it's been so long, it's hard to buy an apple and lose yourself." Fu Shengshan waved his hand in a concealed manner and beckoned Mo Zishu to come in.

Steward Li was still speechless when he said a word to the master, and the next moment he went to do what he was told.

"I'll call you Grandpa Fu in the future. I always feel that what I called before was a little disrespectful to you. After Mo Zishu sat on the sofa, seeing that tea and various snacks had been prepared for her in front of her, Mo Zishu suddenly felt a little weak, thinking that she had been a surname for those people before, and added the word old man to those people, and silently took a sip of tea.

"Yo, this is really good news, Zishu is willing to change his words, and those old men must be very happy." Fu Shengshan raised his eyebrows, on the surface he looked very happy, but in fact, he was complaining in his heart, "If you don't change it sooner or later, you don't change it until a group of people get used to it, it's really worrying." ”

Fu Qingyuan finished the work in his hand, sat quietly on the sofa, stared at the dark mobile phone screen with headphones on, stunned.

His special assistant thought that they Fu was always distracted, but in fact, Fu Qingyuan was eavesdropping on the conversation between Mo Zishu and his grandfather.

"Let's go, I'll take you around here, and you will often come over to play after getting acquainted with it." Fu Shengshan is still very lonely living in such a big villa, especially when his wife is gone, although there are some old servants in the house, and the children often come to see him, but what he hopes most is that this old house is more popular, his son and daughter-in-law are no longer there, the house is deserted and he always has to think about the past every night, at that time there were a lot of laughter and laughter in the family, Qingyuan also loves to talk, since...

"Hey." Thinking of those past events, Fu Shengshan couldn't help sighing, the saddest thing was that the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, looking at everything here with traces of the past people, he sometimes really couldn't bear it.

"Grandpa Fu, some things have passed, we have to try to cherish that feeling in our hearts forever, I will come over to accompany you more when I have time." Mo Zishu understood what the sadness in Fu Shengshan's eyes represented, she had also experienced life and death, but she couldn't stop it, she could only watch it happen in front of her, and she couldn't do anything about it.

"Okay, I, now I'm an old bone, my son and daughter-in-law left early, leaving Qingyuan alone, sometimes I look at Qingyuan, this child feels pitiful, he has no parents at such a young age, but Qingyuan is very strong, he has never shed tears since those things happened, he is independent, he hasn't asked me for anything, he wants to earn it himself, although he is very calm and calm on the surface, but how can I, a grandfather, not know that Qingyuan is actually more uncomfortable than anyone else in his heart." Fu Shengshan couldn't help but talk to Mo Zishu about this, he really hoped that Qingyuan would have a good wife to share some of the pain for him in the future, so that he would not be unable to walk out for the rest of his life.

Mo Zishu was silent and followed Fu Shengshan's side, she knew the whole situation of the Fu family very well, even why Fu Qingyuan's parents died at that time, she was very clear, in her opinion, Fu Qingyuan was a heroic figure, but no matter how strong the person was on the outside, there were untouchable or even unbearable scars in his heart.

The phone was still being connected, and Mo Zishu didn't know that he had made a call to Fu Qingyuan before going to bed.

When Fu Qingyuan heard his grandfather mention the words "parents" on the phone, his body still inevitably trembled, he never knew how to let himself cross this hurdle, he would always carry the lives of his parents, so he would make himself strong quickly for so many years, so strong that no one could slander him, so strong that he could finally smile and say in front of his parents' graves: "Mom and Dad, you see, I can protect myself." ”

It took half an hour to finish walking around the entire house, and when Mo Zishu returned to the hall, Na Chuan was already waiting.

", Sister Mo is actually you, I thought it was a blind date introduced by my grandfather to my eldest brother." When Na Chuan saw Mo Zishu, he jumped up directly from the sofa, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Fu Shengshan just picked up a cup of tea and was about to send it to his mouth, when he was shocked by Na Chuan's words, and hurriedly coughed and signaled, Oh no, Na Chuan, this dead boy, is definitely going to leak his mouth.

"Uncle Li, does my grandfather have a cold?" Na Chuan frowned and asked Steward Li beside him.

"Little young master, the master is in good health, he just thinks that the little young master is not good at speaking, the master obviously mentioned this to you a long time ago, the eldest young master's girlfriend, the eldest young master, doesn't need to worry about the master when he returns to Zhang Luo." Steward Li didn't blush when he told lies, and he looked serious, which made Na Chuan himself think that he really heard it wrong at that time.

"Oh." Na Chuan gnawed on an apple depressedly, he finally understood, his grandfather had taken a fancy to Sister Mo, and planned to match her with his eldest brother.

"Sister Mo, your previous tricks are so powerful, you teach me." Na Chuan changed the topic, looking at Mo Zishu and the hairpin that Mo Zishu used to pull her hair with admiration, it turned out that it was true that the hairpin was used as a weapon in ancient times, and it was really no worse than a dagger.

Fu Shengshan frowned when he heard this, and continued to listen patiently.

"It's not enough to find a teacher yourself." Mo Zishu said very perfunctory, in fact, in order to be able to fool the old man Fu away, she didn't want to be caught in pigtails and be educated by those old men in turn.

"That's not good, Sister Mo, your skills are not taught by ordinary people." Nachuan then took another bite of the apple, completely oblivious to his grandfather's increasingly gloomy expression.

"Nachuan, you come with me to the study." Fu Shengshan put his crutches on the ground, dropped a sentence and went back to the study.

Mo Zishu supported her forehead, Na Chuan was a pit goods, and she also specialized in pit her.

"What's the matter with Grandpa?" Nachuan went in without knocking on the door, and there was still an unfinished apple in his hand, who knew that a crutch flew towards him and was about to fall on him.

"Grandpa, why are you so angry, I remember that I didn't provoke you." Na Chuan's body quickly dodged to the side, looking at the crisp sound of the crutch hitting the wall, he felt a little palpitating.