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Chapter eight hundred and sixty-two is not bad(3/3)

"Shu'er, you don't have to think about anything anymore. My husband already understands what the old man means."
Wenren Yunshu's charming face was startled, and she couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"Ah? Really?"
Liu Mingzhi straightened his sleeves, happily returned to the main seat and sat down.
He lifted his wine glass to his mouth, drank the aged wine in one gulp, and nodded to Wen Ren Yunshu with a soft smile.
"Of course it's true."
"Husband, grandpa, what does he mean?"
Liu Mingzhi reached out and lifted the wine jar on the stone table, and looked at Wenren Yunshu with a smile.
"Shu'er, are you sure you want to know what the old man means?"
Wenren Yunshu frowned subconsciously when she heard her husband's words.
Soon.
Wenren Yunshu vaguely understood something, stood up with a smile, reached out and picked up a cake and placed it in front of Young Master Liu.
"Husband, as an apprentice, you are closer to grandpa and his elders!
My granddaughter, I feel more like an outsider."
Wenren Yunshu's pretty face pretended to be coquettish and made a joke, directly leading the topic elsewhere.
Young Master Liu raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, picked up a piece of pastry with his fingers, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.
"Shu'er, if the old man hears what you said.
Chapter completed!
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