Chapter 35: A Great Gift for You
Fu Yan drove the car back to the manor, and as soon as she parked the car, she saw the executive's family supporting the old man from a distance, heading towards his residence.
The old man was still carrying the pastries of Liubao Zhai in his hand.
It was the old man's favorite pastry brand, and he used to order people to bring the children over and share the food with them.
This is the first time I've brought pastries here.
Fu Yan glanced at Yan Zhen beside him and sighed softly: "How did you please the old man?" Let him think so highly of you? ”
Yan Zhen yawned lightly.
She was always on guard against someone last night, and her heart was hanging, so she didn't sleep well.
She tilted her head slightly, looked at the tall and noble man beside her, and said, "I'm a natural likable, what's the matter?" Not happy? ”
"I'm really going to put gold on my face."
Fu Yan locked the car, walked on his long legs, and walked towards his house without squinting.
Yan Zhen followed behind him, looking at the black gas swirling on the roof.
The black gas was a little stronger than it was five years ago.
It seems that the resentment left by the schoolgirl has not only not dissipated, but has become stronger and stronger, and it is reasonable that the people who live there will not be safe, but she stayed in it last night, and she did not feel that anything was disturbing.
"Mr. Fu, is the old pine tree on the second floor always there?"
Yan Zhen was wondering in her heart, when she saw Fu Yan suddenly stop, looked back at her, and reminded her majestically:
"The immortal pine is a gift from the old man to the child five years ago, saying that he asked for it from the temple, he sees it as more important than life, and he does not allow anyone to water the pine tree, let alone move the position."
"So?"
"So you can touch anything in the house, except the old pine tree."
"......" Yan Zhen nodded slightly, she changed her shoes at the entrance, and followed Fu Yan into the door.
Isn't it just a pot of greenery?
She was born with no greenery.
Cactus balls can be raised to death by her, so naturally they will not be idle to find trouble and manage other people's green plants.
Bang!
There was a deafening cracking sound from upstairs.
All the servants looked at each other in alarm, and then hurried upstairs.
In the long corridor, three children blinked a little helplessly as they gathered around the ceramic shards.
"Brother, what should I do?"
"Will this ugly old pine tree die?"
"The roots are all exposed, I shouldn't be able to survive, right?"
Ceramic shards were scattered all over the ground, loose dirt was spread on the ground, and the roots of the old pine trees were so distinct in the light.
Yan Zhen walked over from the crowd, turned his head to Fu Yan and said, "This is the old pine tree you said you couldn't touch?" ”
"Yes."
His brow furrowed violently.
When I looked up, I saw the old man coming out of the elevator.
The old man pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, looking at the old pine tree lying on the ground on all sides, so angry that he almost fainted.
"Who did it? Who did this? ”
The executive's family immediately ordered the servant: "What to see?" Why don't you go find a flower pot and invite the pine tree in? ”
"Grandpa!"
Yan Zhen walked over to support the old man, she saw the mystery in the pine tree at a glance, so she comforted the old man and said, "Don't worry, the one in this house, I can ask you to leave, and everyone will be fine." ”
Her voice was not loud, but every word reached the old man's ears.
"Really?"
The old man was excited, he spent millions back then, and only found a way to suppress it, barely making it impossible for that thing to do anything.
If it is really as Yan Zhen said, that thing can be completely cleaned out of the house, then the depression that has been choking in his heart for decades can finally be dissipated.
Fu Lao grabbed Yan Zhen's hand excitedly and said, "Child, when will you be able to leave?" For the safety of the children, the sooner the better. ”