Yan Zhenzhen made a fuss in the middle of the night just to make the old man suspect that the matter was related to Yan Han. However, she underestimated the status of Yan Han in the old man's heart, and in a few words she pushed herself into an embarrassing situation.
"You are no longer suitable to stay in the country."
Yan Han didn't give Yan Zhenzhen a chance to relax, and decided Yan Zhenzhen's fate casually with his tone.
"What?!" Yao Yiyi couldn't believe it, and immediately turned to look at Yan Zhenting, "Old man, how can a girl like Zhen Zhen go abroad?"
Yan Han had always had a disdainful attitude towards Yao Yiyi. He felt uncomfortable listening to her and was too lazy to talk to her, leaving the opportunity to Yan Zhenting.
The old man glanced at Yao Yiyi and said in a deep voice: "When she went to Europe for adventure alone, why didn't you say that it was not safe abroad?"
When Yan Zhenzhen heard this, she was instantly discouraged. The old man's words were tantamount to agreeing with Yan Han's suggestion.
"Go out for a while and come back after the storm has passed." The old man made a decision, folded his hands on the crutches, glanced at Yan Zhenzhen from the corner of his eyes, and warned: "You must abide by the rules even if you are not at home, I will send someone there
I’m taking care of you, don’t go out casually, safety comes first.”
Yan Zhenzhen was desperate. It sounded like he was thinking about her safety, but in fact he was worried that she would cause trouble when she went out, so he put her under house arrest.
Yan Zhenting saw Yan Zhenzhen's look in his eyes, and didn't feel too distressed. Instead, he scanned the whole place and gave everyone a shot of prevention, "Ms. Yan has been walking fast recently, and every step is like generations of people."
If anyone can’t grasp the hard work and creates trouble for me, an old man, then don’t blame me for cleaning up the house.”
After saying that, he stood up from the sofa.
Yao Yiyi wanted to go over and help him, but the old man had already stood up on his own.
He pointed at Yan Han and said, "Follow me upstairs."
Yan Han was silent, and inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall. A strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still followed the old man upstairs.
Yao Yiyi wanted to help the old man up, but was choked by him, "If you don't watch Zhen Zhen, why are you following me?"
They have been married for many years, but they are not polite in what they say.
Yan Leng looked at Yao Yiyi with a stiff look on her face, and felt no wave of emotion in her heart. No matter how difficult it was, she had to finish the path she chose, let alone such a woman seeking death.
"See?"
As soon as Yao Yiyi stepped back down the stairs, the old man turned around and said as he walked: "When you marry a virtuous wife, even if you are not virtuous, you should be well-matched. Otherwise, when you get older, the younger generation will laugh at your jokes."
Yan Han walked behind, his mind sensitively captured something, and he said calmly: "I didn't see grandpa's jokes."
Yan Zhenting laughed, but was not really angry. He walked to the corridor and stopped.
"I heard that your secretary has changed?"
Yan Yanhan's eyes flashed, and his inner guard instantly rose. His face was calm and he said: "It's been used for five years, it's time to change it."
The old man glanced at him with an unclear meaning, without revealing anything obvious, and said casually: "You have to give him enough money. After all, he has worked hard for five years. Don't hurt the old man's heart by dragging his feet."
Yan Yan remained silent, probably guessing what the old man was going to say next.
"You are not young anymore."
Sure enough, this is the focus of coming back today.
"I don't plan to get married for the time being."
Yan Han said bluntly, leaving no room for the old man to give any hint.
The old man clicked his tongue, suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he turned his face to look at Yan Han inquiringly, "Are you not planning to get married, or are you not planning to marry a noble lady?"
Men know men best, and the old man has also been young. There are some things that he and his grandson can understand naturally without having to explain them explicitly.
Yan Han turned around in his mind and understood the old man's hint, "Do you want me to marry a woman from the Qin family?"
Qin Jianxi, the daughter of the Qin family, had been hinted by her parents a few years ago, but at that time Qin Jianxi was in a relationship behind everyone's back, and Yan Han took the initiative to refuse for the sake of her childhood sweetheart.
"That kid Jian Xi is very good." The old man responded in a roundabout way.
Yan Han did not refute, and said slowly: "I don't plan to marry a Cinderella, but I also don't plan to find an ice cube and wood to sleep with, at least..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.
The old man raised his eyebrows, "At least what?"
"At least it has to be like what my parents did back then."
The soft words floated in the corridor, and the grandfather and grandson were silent at the same time.
Yan Zhenting's face instantly turned cold, his eyes flashed with unconcealable disgust, and he turned his gaze to the window.
"Like them, you might as well never get married for the rest of your life!"