knocked on the iron door, and a white-haired old man walked out, and when he saw the woman standing at the door, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Zike, why are you here?" ”

"Grandma, I'll come and see you." Asa Zike said softly.

"Hey, okay, this is ......" Tang Yiyuan's eyes moved to the man beside his granddaughter.

"Uh, he's ......"

"I am Zike's husband." Mozu Beitan said first.

"Alright, alright, come in quickly." Tang Yiyuan smiled sideways.

Mozu Beitan strode in, and Asakko Ke kept up with the man's pace.

Mozu Beitan swept the decoration of the house around, and his good-looking brows were furrowed, and it is estimated that it can only be summed up by the word old.

"Grandma, how are you doing?" Asa Zike took two cups of tea and put them in front of the two.

"When did you get married?" Tang Yiyuan took Mozu Beitan's big hand and said, completely ignoring the existence of his granddaughter.

"Not long ago, I wanted to visit you on the wedding day, but it was too late for fear of making you rest." Mozu Beitan replied with a smile.

Asa Zike looked at the man blankly: In the past few months of knowing him, I have never seen him smile, he always faces anyone with a serious face, the already handsome world is not tolerated, and such a faint smile is even more earth-shattering.

Asa Zike subconsciously touched his nose, it would be more embarrassing if he had a nosebleed.

The woman's small movements are fully watched by the man, and the corners of her mouth are hooked with a joke.

"What do you do?" Tang Yiyuan asked.

"I started a small company on my own and had a little income."

'Poof' Hearing the man say this, Asa Zike just drank a big sip of tea, and looked at the man speechlessly: You don't blush when you say this? Small company, you are so humble!

Mozu Beitan glanced at the woman: It is already very high-profile to say that it is a small company.

Asa Zike made a grimace at the man, took Tang Yiyuan's hand and said coquettishly: "Grandma, why did you talk to him as soon as you entered the door, ignore me!" ”

Mozu Beitan squinted slightly, and his black eyes were tightly locked on the woman's body: the voice of the little thing coquettish sounded soft, and when there was a chance one day, she must let her be coquettish for herself.

Tang Yiyuan patted the woman's hand and said, "Zike, let me have a good chat with my grandson-in-law, and you go make a pot of tea." ”

"Okay." Asa Ke reluctantly got up and glanced at the man sitting on the sofa, but happened to meet his dark eyes, and the woman hurriedly withdrew her gaze and walked towards the kitchen.

"Actually, I am dissatisfied with you that Zike is an orphan, she has no parents since she was a child, she was just a month old when I went to the children's welfare home to adopt her, this child is very filial, and she has never caused me any trouble during school, but the grievances she suffered in school are carried by herself, and she has never told me that she is a girl who is very strong on the outside, but very fragile on the inside."

Mozu Beitan frowned tightly, his black eyes were bottomless, and he quietly listened to Tang Yiyuan's words.

"You are her husband, and I'm not afraid to tell you, Zike had a boyfriend during college, and the family was very rich, but there was an accident at that time, I was hit by a car when I went to work, and I was in urgent need of money for surgery at that time, so she asked his boyfriend to borrow it, but when I had surgery and recovered from the body, his boyfriend suddenly came to me and said that they had been in love for two years, Zike was stunned that he didn't even hold his hand, he insisted on breaking up with Zike for this reason, in fact, I know that the boy has a new love, They forced Zi Ke to repay the borrowed money, I wanted to use my old house as collateral, but Zi Ke refused, and in the end Zi Ke told me that the money was repaid, but think about where Zi Ke got so much money...... I believe that you are a good husband and Zike is a good girl, please treat her well. Tang Yiyuan said with a slight choked voice.

That night, beneath him was a bud that had never bloomed.

Mozu Beitan picked up the teacup that Asaki Ke had drunk, took a sip of tea, the teacup still had the taste of her lips, and the man's dark eyes flashed with a trace of inexplicable complexity: What kind of woman is she?