North Metropolis.

A black luxury car slowly drove into the He family's manor.

It's beautiful, but it's heavily guarded.

The car drove along the road for a while and stopped at the main entrance of the manor castle.

A servant came up respectfully and opened the door.

He Zheng got out of the car, and a middle-aged man in a gray suit greeted him, bowed slightly, and said, "Little master." ”

"Secretary Luo." He Zheng also nodded in acknowledgment.

"The old man and the old lady are waiting for you in the study."

He Zheng smiled, walked in, went upstairs, and went to the study.

This study room is quietly and elegantly furnished, except for the smell of books, there is no vassal-style sandalwood smell commonly used by wealthy families.

He Zheng's grandmother, Lu Shujing, stood in front of the Huanghuali bookshelf, flipping through a yellowed ancient book.

She is wearing a classical cheongsam embroidered with egg white colors, although she is nearly 70 years old, she is very well maintained, her figure is slender, her temperament is elegant, she looks like she is only in her fifties, but there is a hint of arrogance and fierceness in her eyebrows and eyes.

The old man He Yinghui has white hair like frost, ruddy complexion, and looks amiable, and he is sitting on the Taishi chair in the middle of the study at the moment, squinting, listening to the opera, and his fingers are beating.

And when He Zheng stepped into the study, he saw that his favorite grandson was back.

The two old men were both smiling.

"Xiao Zheng!" Lu Shujing screamed.

"Grandma, you're young again." He Zheng went over and hugged Lu Shujing.

Lu Shujing's eyes were slightly red, and she said in a slightly disgusted tone: "A little thing without a conscience will be a sycophant." It's been almost half a year since you left. You don't know how much grandma misses you, but you won't even tell me where you live, grandma originally wanted to go to Zhouhang City to see you! ”

He Zheng smiled: "Don't worry, I didn't say it, I'll come back to Beidu in another year!" ”

Lu Shujing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "Okay, come back for a few days this time?" ”

"Three days."

"Oh, I ordered the kitchen to prepare your favorite Yangtze River crab, I'll let them make it, this crab is the best when it's just ready, and it's not beautiful when it's cold." Lu Shujing hurriedly went out.

He Zheng's eyes looked at his grandfather He Yinghui.

The latter pointed to another chair: "Sit." ”

He Zheng sat down.

He Yinghui looked He Zheng up and down a few times, and said with a smile: "You, you and I look more and more like my grandfather!" ”

He Zheng looked at He Yinghui and smiled slightly.

He Yinghui's cheeks are slightly round, his skin is ruddy, his nose is big and his mouth is wide, his figure is not tall but strong and powerful, speaking of which, there is really not much similarity between the grandfather and grandson, He Zheng is still more like Lu Shujing.

Only those eyes, both grandfather and grandson are deep and introverted, calm and deep, like a windless sea.

He Zheng asked, "Grandpa, how are you doing lately?" ”

"How?" He Yinghui snorted in his nose and said stupidly, "The doctor said, my body, either live to be 80 years old or 100 years old, if you want me to live to be 100 years old, unless you ......"

[Hurry up and let me hold a great-grandson, maybe I can live a few more years!] 】

He Zheng smiled: "You are here again." ”

He Yinghui's eyes narrowed, pointed at He Zheng, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, you understand before I say it, read my heart again!" ”

He Zheng said helplessly: "You know, I can't control it, you have to run into my ears with the words in your heart, what can I do?" ”

"Go, go, sit three meters away from me!" He Yinghui slapped the table, blew his beard and glared.

He Zheng smiled, didn't move, and said, "Don't worry, great-grandson, there will be one later." ”