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61 , the mandarin duck score

Without waiting for Ming Wuyou to answer, Mr. Ming asked again: "Grandpa heard that he is a wealthy businessman in Beijing."

Ming Wuyou silently glanced at his grandfather, "What are you thinking about?!"

"What else can Grandpa think about?" Mr. Ming said with a smile: "Of course I think Mr. Yun is very good. Grandpa is thinking that if such a person can be your husband and take care of you for the rest of his life, Grandpa will be comforted.

"

Ming Wuyou was speechless for a moment and said, "It's impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" Mr. Ming's gray eyebrows raised: "Grandpa, it seems that he cares about you and the affairs of the Ming family. Before you arrived in the living room, he even talked about your mother with grandpa.

."

"Grandpa, don't think too much, he just asked casually."

Ming Wuyou held the old man's hand and joked: "Besides, there are many sanctimonious people in this world. Do you know what his character is like? He is from the capital, and we don't know about him. What if he has a wife in his house?

Or do you have a fiancée?"

Of course there is nothing wrong with Yun Ziheng's character. He has no wife and no marriage contract, but how could she and Yun Ziheng be together?

Ming Wuyou didn't want the old man to have any unrealistic fantasies.

"This..." Mr. Ming frowned: "That's right."

After he finished speaking, he sighed: "You are getting older year by year, and grandpa is getting older. He may come back to the west one day. What will you do if you are all alone?"

"Grandpa is talking nonsense again." Ming Wuyou said seriously: "You just have some minor illnesses and pains. If you take good care of yourself, you can live for another hundred and eighty years."

"One hundred and eighty years? That's not an old monster anymore."

"Who said that? It's obviously the old god!"

Mr. Ming was amused by Ming Wuyou. He gently stroked Ming Wuyou's hair and said, "Then you can't stay alone with grandpa for a hundred and eighty years, right?"

Seventeen years ago, he was looking for a son-in-law for Ming Ruo, but he ended up with Fu Mingting, a beast in clothes, and ended up giving away the white-haired man to the black-haired man.

When he arrived at Ming Wuyou's place, he became more cautious about the important matter of marriage. He felt that Ming Wuyou was still young and should take his time in choosing a husband.

Ming Wuyou's personal abilities are so strong that he even thinks that even if they don't get married, he can stay with her for a few more years.

But after Ming Wuyou was drugged some time ago, his mood changed.

That thing happened right under his nose, and he was so slow that he didn't notice it, and it almost caused a disaster.

People have to accept old age.

After all, he was suffering from illness, his energy was not as good as before, and he couldn't even protect Ming Wuyou, so he desperately wanted to find a good match for Ming Wuyou.

Today Yun Ziheng likes him very much.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that the relationship between Ming Wuyou and Yun Ziheng doesn't look like an ordinary doctor-patient relationship.

But now Ming Wuyou said firmly "impossible".

He turned to Ming Wuyou, smiled lovingly and asked: "Wouyou'er, tell grandpa what kind of person you like to be your husband? Grandpa can help you pay attention."

"Me..." Murong Yu's stern and even somewhat rigid face flashed through Ming Wuyou's mind, and he was thinking, if he told Grandpa now, would Grandpa jump in shock?

After pondering for a while, Ming Wuyou lowered his eyes and said: "I want someone who only thinks about me and won't tolerate others bullying me. Like grandpa, he holds me in his hands and makes me lawless and happy.

Someone who won’t let me suffer any injustice.”

Mr. Ming smiled deeply: "That's natural."

The grandfather and grandson started chatting about their daily life.

Ming Wuyou remembered what his grandfather had just said about Yun Ziheng's question about his mother, and then he thought about his life experience, and thought to himself, how much did his grandfather know about what happened back then?

She hesitated and said, "Grandpa, about that belt... it's the one you gave me last time. Have you ever heard your mother say anything before?"

Mr. Ming's gray eyebrows twisted slightly, "Your mother never told me that I found the things after she passed away while sorting out her belongings."

"The belt is hidden under the secret compartment under her bed. The secret compartment in that place was made when she was a child and was specially used to store her favorite gadgets."

"I thought this thing was very important to your mother, so grandpa put it away and thought about it."

Ming Wuyou asked: "Grandpa, the strange thing about the belt is very important to mother. Have you sent someone to investigate?"

"No." Mr. Ming sighed: "I was heartbroken at the time. After your mother's funeral was completed, I had to take care of you again and couldn't get away from taking care of the Ming family's business."

"That's it." Ming Wuyou nodded and tried to say: "Grandpa... have you ever thought that maybe Fu Mingting is not my biological father at all?"

Mr. Ming fell silent for a long time and then said, "I never thought about it in the past few years. Later, Fu Mingting's true colors were revealed and he left the Ming family. I carefully recalled what happened before and after your mother's marriage, and I also had doubts."

"But the fact that the belt involves your mother's reputation is one, and the other is——"

"Although grandpa has been ill at home these past few years, he also traveled extensively when he was young. He considers himself to be well-informed. The Kunshan topaz embedded in that belt, if I guess correctly, should be a tribute."

"The tribute involves the royal family and high-ranking officials and dignitaries. They are all people who can shake up the whole country with just a move of their eyebrows."

"For a person like that, the family relationship is complicated, and the parentage of the direct descendants is very clear. If you are really of their blood and follow those people, there is a high chance that you will be trapped in the back house, and you can only be a sparrow if you are cautious."

"Grandpa, there is a possibility that he will never see you again for most of his life."

Mr. Ming smiled bitterly and said: "How can you let me go, grandpa? Although the Ming family does not have huge power, it can allow you to live a peaceful and happy life, and do whatever you want to do, Wuyou'er...will you blame me?"

grandfather?"

Ming Wuyou was shocked in his heart. He didn't expect his grandfather to understand everything all the time.

If the incident where Fu Mingting gave her medicine to Murong Yu and lost her virginity had not happened in her previous life, then she might have lived a peaceful and happy life as her grandfather said, and could do whatever she wanted.

Pity.

Moreover, after experiencing the past life, Ming Wuyou deeply understands a truth. This is a feudal society where people are divided into three, six, and nine classes. Only by mastering power and standing in a high enough position can you make decisions for yourself and better protect those around you.

people.

She wants her identity.

That originally belonged to her too.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa." Ming Wuyou looked at his grandfather and said softly, "I want to find out about my life experience."

"You -" Mr. Ming was stunned. He opened and closed his lips for a long time before saying, "Check it out. This is your own business. You are older now and have the right to know that grandpa will not interfere with you."

"If we can really find out, you will have other family members, and they can help grandpa protect you."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Ming Wuyou said seriously: "Don't worry, you are my only relative in the world. I will never be separated from Grandpa in this life, whether now or in the future."

"Even if I find out my life experience, it will not affect the relationship between our grandfather and grandson."

A little relief flashed in Mr. Ming's eyes, and his skinny hand couldn't help but fall on Ming Wuyou's shoulder.

Just looking at her for a while, the old man suddenly asked: "Wouyou'er, have you found something?"
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