Mu Jinchen never thought that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary retired old man, whether it was him or Jing Hongyuan, he had a very gentle and noble temperament, which was a kind of dignity that exuded from his bones, and others could not imitate it.

And Wushuang inherited more of Xia Muxue's refinement, which made people feel more cordial, but such a temperament still existed in her, and he didn't like Wushuang at first glance because of her appearance, it was a feeling that was difficult to express in words, and it may also be related to her temperament.

In short, all the people of the Jing family and even Jing Yuan exude such a low-key luxury, maybe they are the last real nobles in this S city.

Jing Beitang's words have already come to this point, and he can't say anything more, "Grandpa, don't worry, everything has me, if you need anything, please contact me in time, but please grandpa must rush back before the Mid-Autumn Festival, we all want you to witness our wedding." ”

Jing Beitang stroked his beard with satisfaction, the more he looked at this grandson-in-law, the more satisfied he became, needless to say about his family background, temperament and appearance, he was mature and firm, smart and wise, responsible, responsible, and even more single-minded to Wushuang, he loved the house and Wu, and really regarded them as his own family.

When I just knew that Wushuang was talking to him, he was still a little slight, saying that he had seen people's hearts for a long time, and now he really wanted to praise Wushuang for his good vision.

"You don't need to say this, Wushuang is my only baby granddaughter, I naturally want to come back when you get married, I don't need to say much about being nice to Shuangshuang, our Jing family is also thin, but I hope you can have a few more children with Shuangshuang, and one can inherit our Jing family in the future."

"Don't worry, grandpa, I'll do my best."

Wushuang almost stepped on the air when he stepped down the last staircase, what more children, what did he do his best, what topics were the old and young discussing? Is this a topic to discuss in chess?

"If you don't play chess well, what are you talking about!"

Wushuang didn't dare to glare at his grandfather, so he had to glare at Mu Jinchen, but he naturally walked to his side and sat down, and Mu Jinchen naturally stretched out his hand and pulled Wushuang's little hand and put it on his knee.

There is simply an impermeable wall between the two, and others can't insert it if they want to, and Jing Beitang is even more relieved to brush his beard.

"Shuangshuang, just now grandpa told Chen'er that your genes are so good, have a few more children, and let at least one inherit the Jing family, so that grandpa will be satisfied."

Wushuang didn't think that Jingbeitang would say such a question to his face, and he blushed at the moment, "Grandpa......"

"Alright, alright, that's what it means anyway." Jing Beitang looked at the stalemate formed by the few remaining chess pieces on the chessboard, and secretly sighed that the afterlife was terrifying.

Mu Jinchen is a real chess master, the chess pieces have countless changes in his hands, countless possibilities, all the direction of the situation is determined by him alone, and he knows what the outcome of this game will be at the beginning.

No matter how he walked, all the positions he might take in the last three moves were accurately calculated by him, so he landed quickly and did not raise his hand, Jingbeitang had never tried to meet such a master, playing chess with him, it was not necessarily true to say that he was happy, because he was actually under his control all the time.

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