"Zhaozhao! You're here!"

When the door was opened, Mr. He and Mrs. He almost ran over.

Although the two old men had mottled white hair on their heads, their skills were still agile.

Song Chuzhao was about to welcome them, but Mr. He rushed straight towards Gu Fengjian's position and hugged him.

Song Chuzhao was stunned for a moment, and Gu Fengjian was also flattered.

He was not used to getting close to others at home. Even Mrs. Gu and Gu Silang did not have close contact with him. The surprise and unnaturalness at this moment were quite real.

Mr. He was excited and wanted to act calm. He smiled kindly and introduced: "Zhaozhao, I am your grandfather."

Gu Fengjian chuckled and saluted him: "Grandfather."

Mrs. He pointed at herself expectantly.

Gu Fengjian turned to her: "Grandma."

Mrs. He nodded.

Mr. He: "Yes, she is your grandmother."

People on both sides looked at each other carefully.

Mr. He asked: "How is your mother doing well outside?"

Gu Fengjian: "Everything is fine."

"Are you used to living in the capital?"

Gu Fengjian: "I'm still used to it."

"If you have any inconvenient places or whatever you want, you can come to see your grandfather. What have you done in the past few days?"

Gu Fengjian answered patiently one by one.

Song Chuzhao was left alone, turned his gaze and observed the He Mansion empty-mindedly.

It doesn't matter if you don't think so, you're really shocked when you see it.

She thought the red silk at the door was already strange enough, and the sudden change of decoration in the mansion was the most amazing.

When she came before, the road from the main entrance to the living room was empty and spacious. It was similar to the ordinary mansion, with monotonous colors and generous and simple.

But now, the roadside is full of flower pots, with chrysanthemums or roses planted, and there are a few things that cannot be named. After four or five steps, a pot is placed, which is obviously a new one. The road is decorated with different colors.

In addition, there are a few new-style rockery on both sides. A few brightly colored paper lanterns are hung on the corridor in front.

All the extra decorations are very different from the original style.

A group of tall servants were lined up, hunched, exposed their teeth, and looked at them with a smile.

Song Chuzhao was about to tremble when someone pinched the back collar of the clothes. It felt like she was caught unexpectedly after getting into trouble. She turned her head nervously and saw Fu Changjun.

Fu Changjun said: "I ran into you two days ago and I met you again today."

Mrs. He finally withdrew from the endless condolences and asked worriedly: "Gu Wulang is in a fight? Why are they fighting?"

Gu Fengjian hurriedly said: "She was so angry because someone said bad things about me at that time."

Mr. He said: "Isn't that a good fight?"

Fu Changjun: “…”

Mr. He solemnly looked at Song Chuzhao. Song Chuzhao straightened his back and showed him his appearance.

Mr. He said suspiciously: "Who are you fighting with? Have you been injured? Are you seriously injured?"

Song Chuzhao: "..." You doubt my strength.

Fu Changjun said: "Mr. Fan was standing and beat him, but he didn't fight back."

Mr. He wondered: "Why?"

Song Chuzhao: "...because I convinced people with reason."

Mrs. He wrote, patted Mr. He and said, "Don't forget that Gu Wulang is a scholar, how can you be the same as you generals?"

Mr. He nodded and said, "It's okay."

After the affairs were over, he carefully closed the door, and Mr. He finally came to his senses.

"Why are you standing at the door? You said a lot. Look at my memory and go inside quickly! Come here, come here."

He walked in front, holding hands with Mrs. He, using this action to conceal his inner uneasiness.

"There is a lake in front of you, and there are some fish fry inside. If you want to fish, you can go there."

Mrs. He pushed him.

Mr. He didn't notice it and continued, "There are horses in the backyard. Our He Mansion is big enough. The circle around the wall has been cleared for you. If you feel bored, you can go ride a horse. I heard from your mother that you are very good at riding horses. There is also a good horse in our mansion, which was brought by your Uncle Fu."

Mrs. He was unhappy and twisted Mr. He, who finally fell silent.

She had nothing to say to this stupid guy!

I had clearly stated it well before, but when someone came over, I asked me to chat in the hall. When Zhaozhao wanted to leave, I asked her to go on a horse and fish to see what was fresh, so that she could stay for a while.

This old He clearly didn't listen, and was just perfunctory to her!

Mr. He licked his lips and glanced at Fu Changjun innocently.

Mrs. He asked: "Are you two hungry? Have you eaten breakfast?"

Gu Fengjian actually ate a little before coming here, but he was afraid that the two elders would feel at a loss, so he said, "I just happened to be a little hungry."

Mr. He said happily: "I didn't eat well!"

After saying that, he felt something was wrong, and changed his words and said, "You should eat on time. But it doesn't matter today. I bought some pastries with your grandmother at home. Hurry up and eat some."

He and Song Chuzhao, who was the background board, was the side.

Mr. He is very embarrassed to his granddaughter, but he has already gained some experience in treating other juniors.

He went around and grabbed Song Chuzhao's hand and began to ask questions like an elder at the door. He was as concerned about the matters of the Gu family, and even a little serious. After all, that was the future in-laws, and he had to check it carefully.

Song Chuzhao chose an opportunity to take out the gift.

Mr. He opened his eyes and looked carefully, then carefully looked for words of praise, expressing his gratitude to her.

Song Chuzhao laughed.

My mother said that my grandfather was very majestic when she was young. She stayed on the battlefield for a while and was covered in blood. She was always cold and could be arrogant without anger. Her name is a common secret recipe for curing children's night crying. Even she was very scared.

Now this martial god can be so polite to a junior, obviously giving his granddaughter a face.

...Although the form is not right, the essence is to give her face. She is happy.

The group sat down in the living room, and the servants began to serve pastries.

When Song Chuzhao saw this so-called "point" was really modest.

The table was full of 20 kinds of snacks, sweet, salty, crispy and soft. I didn’t know what they like, so I just bought them all.

Everyone sat around a table, and Mr. He was so excited that his face turned red.

Fu Changjun remained silent and just stayed with him.

Song Chuzhao sat with him, always feeling that he was putting pressure on him in secret, and there was no evidence. He wanted to find a topic to relax, so he asked, "Mr. He, are you in good health recently? I heard that you had a cough a few days ago. Are you getting better now?"

Mr. He's smile suddenly froze, and his expression sank visible to the naked eye. Song Chuzhao thought he had said something that he shouldn't say, and immediately sat down uneasy. She reflected on it and felt that there was nothing.

"Well. I'm old and getting sick is common." Mr. He peeked at Gu Fengjian with his light and said, "I'm not as healthy as before. I'm particularly ill this time. When I was confused, I saw phantoms in front of me, as if I saw Wanwan and Zhaozhao. I heard that Zhaozhao was really coming here two days ago, and I was so happy that I was so happy."

Song Chuzhao: "..." You are just getting up to perform now, isn't it a little late?!

It scared her to death!

Gu Fengjian also cooperated and said, "My grandfather should pay attention to rest. Remember not to blow the air. I have time in the future and will always come to see you."

Mr. He was about to laugh, but the curve of his mouth was curled up. When someone reminded him, he forced him to stop him, and he just kept a bitter smile. He sighed and nodded and said, "Okay, thank you Zhaozhao for worrying. Grandpa must pay attention to rest."

Gu Fengjian and Song Chuzhao looked at each other, their eyes quite complicated.

Song Chuzhao accepted his fate. He pointed at the pastry and signaled him to come on.

Let’s make the old man happy, but it makes him lonely.

Gu Fengjian picked up a piece nearby and sent it over and said, "Grandfather, let's eat something."

"I can't eat it anymore." Mr. He's tough body suddenly became haggard, his waist hurt, his legs became sore, and his stomach became uncomfortable.

"Oh, I have lost my appetite and I haven't had the strength recently. Just eat it. Just eat it. I'll eat it later. My grandfather will drink two bowls of tonics and will be full."

Song Chuzhao turned around helplessly and accidentally discovered that the manager standing behind her was nodding hard with Mr. He.

Song Chuzhao: "..." Is your play a little too much?

This is simply a "Hongmen Banquet"!

Gu Fengjian held back and didn't laugh, and took the opportunity to eat the pastry by himself.

Mr. He also found that his acting skills had probably affected his appetite. He coughed dryly and asked, "Zhaozhao, are you still used to being in the Song Mansion? How does the Song family treat you?"
To be continued...