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Chapter Eighteen: He Lao's Gaze Chapter

Looking in the direction of his grandfather's salute, Feng Sizhe saw an old man with some white hair sitting on a good-quality sofa eating porridge fed to him by a slender girl. When Feng Sizhe's eyes came up, it happened to be

Seeing the old man's eyes looking towards him, a gleam of light suddenly flashed across the eyes of the old man who was originally a little sick. Although the time was short, it left a deep impression on Feng Sizhe. This was definitely a man who had experienced many storms.

The light that can only be emitted from human eyes is even sharper than the look in Bao Jingguo's eyes when he received him that day.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Feng Sizhe really couldn't believe how such an old man who needed others to feed him could have such a sharp gaze. At this moment, Feng Sizhe said without exaggeration, he felt that the gaze could penetrate

With your own mind, you can see what you are thinking.

"Mingyuan is here, please take a seat. You don't need so many etiquette in your own home." Mr. He just glanced at Lieutenant General Zhao and said this casually. Then he fixed his eyes on the person behind Lieutenant General Zhao.

The gaze of young junior Feng Sizhe seems very casual, but it can indeed make people feel that he is so focused.

Feng Sizhe, a second-generation man, had seen too many storms and waves in his previous life, especially when his grandfather was hospitalized. There were also many national leaders who came to the hospital to visit him. It can be said that Feng Sizhe was well-informed, but not

I don't know why he shuddered from the bottom of his heart when he met Mr. He's eyes. Maybe it was because Feng Sizhe's visit this time was related to his granddaughter. In short, Feng Sizhe's heartbeat was very irregular, and it wasn't until his grandfather also felt his

Feeling uneasy, I casually patted his shoulder and said, "Old chief, this is my grandson Feng Sizhe who has obtained double master's degrees in the UK, haha."

It wasn't until his grandfather's hand patted his shoulder that Feng Sizhe felt relieved for no reason. It seemed that because his grandfather was standing next to him, he suddenly felt more at ease. "Hello, Grandpa." Feng Sizhe finally did not lose his mind.

With courtesy, he bowed to Mr. He.

In fact, what Feng Sizhe didn't know was a story from the war years. At that time, Mr. He had just been promoted to regiment leader and he accepted an order from his superiors. The order asked him to recruit a civilian anti-Japanese team from a nearby mountain. To put it nicely, it was an anti-Japanese team.

In fact, they were just a group of bandits. During this period, the Kuomintang troops from nearby also went to recruit people, but for some reason they didn't make it. Later, with the mentality of giving it a try, they organized and asked Mr. He to go, but Mr. He only brought his belongings with him.

One of the guards went to the mountain and met the bandits, who had a team of 200 people. At that time, Mr. He subdued the bandits with his sharp eyes and gaze, allowing them to successfully join the People's Anti-Japanese Armed Forces.

sequence.

Later, I heard one of the bandit leaders say that Mr. He's gaze was so sharp. People felt uncomfortable when he was stared at by this gaze, and even made them afraid to mention many of the conditions they had originally thought of. They were so confused.

joined the armed forces of the People's Army.

Naturally, there is no way to verify this matter, but in any case, through this story, we can still see that Mr. He's sharp eyes have reached a level that can be called legendary.

"Well, not bad." Mr. He said these words softly after looking at Feng Sizhe's face and body.

"Hehe, hehe." Listening to Mr. He's evaluation, the excitement and joy on Lieutenant General Zhao's face were all written on his face, as if he was saying, how can I, Zhao Mingyuan's grandson, be so bad?

Mr. He seemed to have seen what Lieutenant General Zhao was thinking, "Mingyuan, you don't have to be too proud. Foreign words and words are easy to read before they have passed by. Young people still need to beat and beat more in the process of growing up."

, blindly holding on to things you don’t know is not necessarily a good thing.”

Mr. He's words immediately awakened Lieutenant General Zhao. The smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by an extremely serious expression, and then he said softly: "Yes, I have taken the chief's words to heart."

"Well, okay, now that Sizhe is here, then Sasha, please accompany him for a walk in the back garden. Young people still like freedom after all. With me, an old antique, I am afraid that I will be embarrassed to say many things.

Let's do it." After saying that, Mr. He waved his hand lightly, and then saw the girl who was feeding him porridge just now stood up, "Grandpa, then you and Grandpa Zhao talk, let's go to the back garden for a while."

Mr. He nodded and said nothing. Instead, he looked at Lieutenant General Zhao. The two people who had fought together on the battlefield just sat here and chatted about the past. He Lizhen, who was standing beside him, was also holding his hand at this time.

Two cups of tea came over and served as waiters, placing one cup for each of their father and Lieutenant General Zhao.

Feng Sizhe nodded politely to Mr. He, and then nodded to his grandfather. After seeing his grandfather wave his hand, he followed the protagonist He Shasha, whom he wanted to meet today, towards the side door of the villa.

Although Feng Sizhe had met many women in his previous life, and had even experienced many romantic places, this was indeed the first time for him to have such a traditional blind date, and he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, perhaps because he had been congratulated.

In short, due to the influence of old eyes, he never looked at He Shasha. After the two came to the back garden, Feng Sizhe had time to take a look at He Shasha, the daughter-in-law whom his grandfather had appointed for him.

Just now, Feng Sizhe only felt that He Shasha had a good figure. Now when he saw her face, he really felt that she was really a rare beauty.

Wearing a decent white dress with flowers, her white calves are completely exposed in front of Feng Sizhe, which can't help but make the body feel a sense of youth. She has long black hair, and her forehead is

The eyebrows are neatly cut and full of sophistication, which makes the snow-white face extremely beautiful. The eyelashes are long and variable, the eyes are big and smart, the bridge of the nose is high and pointed, and the mouth is small and rosy. In short, the characteristics that a beauty should have are in her

You can find it all over your body.

And just when Feng Sizhe was looking at He Shasha, she suddenly said, "Have you seen enough?"

Feng Sizhe was stunned when he suddenly heard that the beauty in front of him said this, and then smiled sheepishly. It was indeed rude to stare at someone like this when they met for the first time.

Just when Feng Sizhe was thinking about how to explain his indecent behavior, He Shasha suddenly said again without any clue, "You are very special."

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