"Stinky boy, it's not good for me and your grandfather to feel sorry for you!" The old lady raised her hand and patted him on the head, "After coming back this time, my temperament is getting colder and colder, and I am really not as cute as I was when I was a child." ”

"Hmph. It was even less cute when I was a child. The old man said.

Huo Zewan'er's heart was warm, if he didn't have his grandparents to raise him when he was a child, he would probably have been ruined by his mother.

"Ozawa, don't you like Yuwei? I see that you just had something wrong with her. The old lady said.

"I don't like it." Hozer said.

"When you were a child, you kept shouting that you wanted to grow up and marry her, and said that she was your little angel, and you changed your mind like this?" The old man deliberately squeezed him.

Huo Ze looked constipated, and it took a long time before he spoke,

"I feel weird about her, and I feel more and more like she is the girl."

"Not? When Yuwei was first recognized ten years ago, didn't you say that she was? The old lady said, "Otherwise, the Gu family and the Huo family will not get closer and closer because of this." ”

"I'm checking the authenticity of Gu Yuwei's identity, and I'm about to have news." Hozer said.

"Well, okay, you can count it yourself." The old lady sighed sadly, and exaggeratedly wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes,

"Ozawa, I'm worried that you will die alone and die without a woman in your life, how miserable you say! You hurry up and find more women to try, don't just because of that shadow when you were eighteen years old, you won't touch a woman for the rest of your life, woo woo...... My hard-working grandson......"

The corners of Huo Ze's mouth twitched slightly, quietly watching his grandmother's performance, not interrupting at this time, it was the best filial piety to her.

"Don't cry, it's really not good, don't you drug him and a woman! Definitely won't let him become an old virgin! The old man comforted his wife.

"......" Huo Ze's eyes jumped, and he was about to speak, when Mu Nan rushed to Huo Ze from the outside, he had always been steady, and at this time, a series of excited words jumped out of his mouth, and the spittle stars flew wildly,

"it, it! It's such a mess in the hotel room, there's blood on the sheets, don't tell me, it's because you're making out with a woman?!! ”

Mu Nan is an orphan adopted by his grandmother from an orphanage, saying that he was a playmate and bodyguard for Huo Ze, and they have been together for so many years, although Mu Nan and Huo Ze have a relationship of master and servant, their relationship is better than that of brothers.

Huo Ze took a step back in disgust, because the spit Xingzi he sprayed on his body gave him another kick in retaliation, and then nodded lightly, "Yes." ”

Suddenly receiving good news, the old lady blinked in disbelief and looked at Huo Ze excitedly, "Xiao Ze, are you really making out with a woman?" ”

As she spoke, the index fingers of the old lady's hands touched each other very cutely.

"......" Huo Ze nodded, feeling that the corner of his right eye was jumping faster, and he had a bad premonition.

"Oops, that's amazing!" The old lady was certified, and slapped the table in ecstasy, "Butler, hurry up and let the kitchen cook two red eggs, as well as millet porridge, and make up for Ozawa." ”

"......" Huo Ze, he knew it was bad!

What the hell is red egg and millet porridge!

"......" Mu Nan.

Twenty-six years old, before the success of the po is worth commemorating, celebrating.

The old man's tense face, when he heard his wife's words, directly cracked, glared at her and said, "Don't make a mess!" ”

The old butler is very professional, and at such times, he can still maintain a perfect smile and make suggestions,

"Old lady, this red egg millet porridge has always been eaten by women to replenish their bodies, and men need to drink soft-shelled turtle soup, black bean pork rib soup, red ginseng mutton soup and so on to tonify their kidneys at this time. Due to time constraints, it's too late to make a black bean pork rib soup. ”