Yan Murong was stunned by what Mr. Qin said. But when he saw the expression on the old man's face, as if the old man was looking at his grandson-in-law, Yan Murong understood immediately. That expression was the same as when he first went to Dong's house to meet Mr. Dong. .The expression on his face when he pulled himself up and asked you what do you think of our Wuyan family was almost carved from the same mold.
Yan Murong opened her mouth and looked at Mr. Qin with wide eyes. She thought to herself, this old man is not serious.
"Murong, you haven't answered me yet." Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak for a long time, Mr. Qin asked urgently.
"I-----" Yan Murong stuttered for a long time before saying, "Grandpa Qin, if you think about it, I have only met Qin Wushuang twice."
Yes. He and Qin Wushuang have only met twice. The first time was in the private room of Victoria Hotel. They only met through Dong Wuyan's introduction. There was no interaction at all. The second time was when he came out of Dong's house and was raped. After chasing him and blasting him with a rocket launcher, he went to find Dong Wuyan to settle the score ----- This time there was an intersection. Moreover, he also knocked Miss Qin Er unconscious.
"You kid, you are perfunctory with me." Mr. Qin pointed at Yan Murong and said with a smile. "Don't think I don't know that you have a passionate relationship with the eldest granddaughter of the old Dong family - our Wushuang and her are good friends. I don’t believe she didn’t mention Wushuang to you.”
"-----"
Yan Murong was almost crying. How should he answer this?
Yes. Your Qin Wushuang and Dong Wuyan are good friends. And they even sleep naked on the same bed.
If he said that, he would probably be beaten to death by Mr. Qin with a cane.
"Old Qin, what do you want to do? Are you anxious to find a son-in-law for Wushuang girl?"
At the critical moment, Mr. Qin finally spoke. This made Yan Murong feel relieved.
"Haha. Yes." Mr. Qin laughed loudly. "That's what I meant. It's just that Wushuang was still young and no one urged her. Besides, that girl has very high standards. Let her go on her own. I didn’t know which year or month I was going to pick. I was worried about this, so Murong came."
"Grandpa Qin-----I. I'm married." Yan Murong suppressed his face to turn red before he said anything. His eyes couldn't help but glance at Mr. Dong's face------well...somewhat Guilty.
"What does that matter?" Mr. Qin smiled and said. "There are countless men in the world. It is difficult to find a good son-in-law. It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. But this man must be very good. I You look good."
"Mr. Qin is right." Yang Zhenxing laughed and agreed. "No matter how good the horse is, it can only be equipped with one saddle. But then there are four horseshoes. Haha. My metaphor may not be appropriate. But That's what it means ----- How about I come and join in the fun. Our girl is celebrating her 18th birthday today and is now an adult. I wonder if Murong is interested."
"It seems that I can't join in the fun." Mr. Li also said with a smile. "We have many sons, but we don't have any daughters. What a pity."
"-----"
Yan Murong felt that either he was crazy or these old men were crazy.
The world is changing so fast that Yan Murong's brain can no longer keep up with the thinking of these old men.
It is said that the older you get, the more conservative you become. But looking at the current situation, it seems that this is not the case at all. These few are just the opposite. They are very open-minded. They are actually vying to give their daughters and granddaughters to themselves as concubines.
"Murong, what do you think?" Mr. Qin looked at Yan Murong with a smile, which made Yan Murong feel scared. Sitting on the sofa was almost like sitting on a nail board.
"Grandpa Qin, please stop teasing me." Yan Murong said with a bitter look on her face. "I'm not familiar with her."
"You weren't familiar with that girl from the Dong family at first," Mr. Qin said.
"I-----"
Yan Murong thought to herself, why don't she cry. I just don't know if this old man will accept this trick.
"Haha. Okay. Old Qin, please stop teasing this kid."
Just when Yan Murong was holding back her strength and trying to squeeze out a few tears, Mr. Dong burst out laughing. "Look, if you keep teasing him, he will run away."
As soon as Mr. Dong's words came out, everyone burst into laughter. Only Yan Murong's expression was unusually depressed. These old men have been kidding themselves for talking about feelings for a long time ----- Damn it. Why don't you stop? Just hold on. I'll agree if I don't know for sure.
"Murong." After several people stopped laughing, Mr. Dong said, "Actually, we old guys came to you just to ask you if you need our help."
"Help. What help?" Yan Murong was stunned and asked doubtfully. "You have helped me a lot before. Now the plan is going according to the steps. It is developing smoothly."
"So far, it seems that things are going quite smoothly." Mr. Dong nodded and said, "However, it seems that there are some things that you don't know yet."
"What happened?" Yan Murong asked strangely. Looking at the expressions of the old people, it didn't look like they were joking with him.
"You really don't know. Your grandfather never told you." Mr. Dong asked.
"No." Yan Murong shook his head. "The development has been going very smoothly recently."
"You should take a look at this first." Mr. Dong nodded. He took out a kraft paper envelope from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. He motioned to Yan Murong to take a look.
Yan Murong picked up the envelope with a suspicious look on his face and squeezed it gently. Judging from the feel, it seemed to contain several pieces of paper. He tore off the seal on it and several photos fell on the coffee table.
The background of the photo is the entrance of a hotel. The protagonist inside is not a person, but a Bugatti Veyron sports car. Similarly, the protagonists in several other photos are also this luxury sports car. It's just that the shooting angle is different. That's all.
"Grandpa Dong, please show me what this photo means." Yan Murong looked puzzled. "Aside from the price, is there anything special about this car?"
"I didn't let you see the car." Mr. Dong smiled and picked out two photos taken facing the hotel door. "Look inside the hotel. Does this person look familiar?"
Hearing this, Yan Murong was even more strange. As Mr. Dong said, through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the hotel door, you can see a figure walking out of the hotel. It's just because of the reflection of the glass that you can't see it very clearly. But the overall outline can also be seen.
"Did you see it?" Mr. Dong asked.
"It's a little blurry." Yan Murong looked at the photo carefully and said, "But it's really familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere."
"Doesn't it look a lot like Zheng Wuming?" Mr. Dong reminded him.
"Impossible." Yan Murong exclaimed. "Zheng Wuming has been dead for half a year. If this is Zheng Wuming, unless he faked his body."