Grandfather? In Feng Qin'er's mind, an old artist who was sometimes serious and sometimes kind suddenly flashed.

"Since grandpa supports me, you will let me go? Think of it as a workout. ”

When Lan Father and Lan Mother, as soon as her brother Lan Yu heard this, they immediately objected in unison.

"No! Disagree! Don't go! ”

Lan Mu said with a cut of gold.

"I don't agree either!"

Father Lan rejected her directly without thinking about it.

"I have the same opinion as my parents, I don't agree, this is too dangerous, how can you let a girl go to a military school?"

Lan Yu is a full sister control, and she is very fond of her sister, so of course she will not agree to such a dangerous thing.

Seeing the three of them on the same front, Feng Qin'er only felt a pain in her brain.

If she doesn't agree with her going to art school, how can she attack the male protagonist?

How do you brush favorability in front of the male protagonist?

How can you abuse a female matchmaker into scum?

No way! No matter what, she had to find a way to get them to agree to go to the military school so that it would be easier for the mission.

But then he thought of something, and he couldn't help but smile brightly, and then obey the three of them on the surface.

"Okay, okay, I know, you guys go to dinner, I want to sleep again."

With that, he pushed the three of them out of their room, closed the door and threw themselves on the bed.

And at this moment, the three people outside the door, just as you look at me, I look at you, as if they haven't reacted from what Feng Qin'er said just now.

They really couldn't figure out why their daughter (sister) would agree so easily.

If something goes wrong, there must be a conspiracy.

Therefore, they still have to guard against what they should be.

So, after the three of them looked at each other, they went downstairs together to discuss the matter.

And Feng Qin'er, who stayed in the room, found her mobile phone from the bedside table according to the memory of the original owner, and found a number to dial directly.

The phone was answered quickly, ringing less than three times.

"Hey, Yan'er, why did you remember to call grandpa? Do you miss grandpa?

You have no conscience, and you don't know how to go back to the old house to see grandpa, grandpa, I think about you all day long! ”

The voice of a kind old man came from the other end of the phone, and in the end, there was still a feeling of coquettishness?

It's just that the pampering in that voice is not negligible.

"Oh, grandpa, it's not that I don't go back to see you, my parents and my brother, don't you disagree with me going to military school?

I don't have any time to go out, it's not that there is no way, so I'll give you a call and help me. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Qin'er smiled a little unkindly.

But when Old Man Lan heard it, he immediately snorted coldly:

"You apply for an art school, that's your own will, no matter what they do, they can't stop you.

Besides, what's so bad about going to a military school? And don't you have a letter of acceptance from that art school?

When the time comes, you can just take the notice and go to that school to register, and leave the rest to my grandfather. ”

Knowing that her grandfather loved the original owner very much, Feng Qin'er couldn't help but use that coquettish tone.

"Mmmmmm, I know that grandpa is the best, in a few days, I will definitely go back to the old house to see you before I go to sign up, and I will buy you a lot of delicious food when the time comes."

One day at home, the granddaughter told herself, and Old Man Lan's happy eyes narrowed into a slit with laughter, and he nodded quickly.

"Okay, grandpa will be at home then, preparing your favorite meals and waiting for you to come back."

Listening to Old Man Lan's pampering tone, Feng Qin'er couldn't help but feel warm for a while, only to feel warm in her heart.

"Mmmm, I like to eat the stewed chicken made by Chen's mother in the old house, there is still more than a week before the registration time at nine o'clock, I will quietly sneak back to see you in the past two days, you have to let Chen's mother leave me something delicious!"

"It's easy to say, I'll ask Chen's mother to buy ingredients in two days and make your favorite stewed chicken."

"Uh-huh."

Then their grandfather and grandson chatted for a while, and after a few days, Feng Qin'er hung up the phone reluctantly.

Like a dead body, lying on the bed.