Huo Siheng came uninvited. As the end of the year approached, the old guys in Fuchun City began to be restless again. If it were the case, he would have taken action in private to solve the problem. Of course, it is not impossible now, just too lazy to work hard. It would be better to go home and spend more time with Mu He.

The troubles always need to be solved. Since they want to convince people by their seniority, he might as well come to City A to invite the old man, the great Buddha, back. He knew how to perform the next play and end it.

I didn't expect to meet Hosyan and his girlfriend so by chance here. Oh no, it's my wife.

Hosheng's eyes swept through their ring-wearing hands lightly, and then moved away quietly. When he looked at the old man, his lazy expression did not calm down, and his voice was not warm: "Grandpa."

Mr. Huo shivered from the moment he entered the door. Originally, the old man's heir was the eldest grandson Huo Siyan. He had been trained step by step since he was a child. Unfortunately, his fate was a mess. After many twists and turns, he mediated it, and finally ended up being separated by a father and son. Now he is the one who is buried on his neck, and he has figured out many things. If he continues to be stalemate, he may even lose his grandson.

In my lifetime, how much can I make up for it?

As for Huo Siheng, the old man has always been very concerned about his origin. The heir to the Huo family was actually an illegitimate son. It would damage the reputation of the century-old family if it was spread. However, throughout the three generations, only he had the means, courage, and style to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the entire Huo family.

Under this premise, origin seems less important.

Huo Siheng was the old man who opposed the public and pushed him to the position with his own hands. He has not disappointed him for more than a year. Recently, some rumors have been heard, saying that he had been in trouble with an actor. The old man was unhappy about this, and naturally he would not give him any good face when he saw him.

Hosheng didn't care, as if he had been used to it. He sat down on the single sofa and subconsciously raised his legs. Miaomiao guessed that he might have to put it on the table, but he didn't. He put it down again, his posture and expression were still casual, and his fingers tapped on the handrail one after another.

He noticed Miaomiao's gaze, turned his head and looked over, curled his lips and smiled, polite and alienated.

She withdrew her gaze in a slight embarrassment.

I thought to myself that such an unpredictable man was a little curious about how Mu He got along with him in private.

Fortunately, not long after, the servant came over and said that the food was ready. Miaomiao saw the dishes delivered in one by one and then knew that the old man was just an ordinary family dinner, and she relaxed a little.

I heard from my father-in-law that the Huo family could not make noise when eating, so even though the food was ahead, Miaomiao could not eat happily. Huo Siyan picked up a lot of dishes for her. If she were normal, she could basically keep up with his speed. It was not like now, and she had a bowl of pearls.

He asked her in a low voice: "Is it not suitable for your taste?"

Miaomiao shook her head.

With a look, Hosyan could see what she was thinking and took the initiative to break the silence on the dinner table: "Grandpa, when will you go back to Fuchun City?"

Mr. Huo hadn't digested the surprise that his grandson picked up food for Miaomiao. After hearing his question, he was stunned for two seconds: "It's not sure."

This was exactly the purpose of Hosheng coming. He secretly looked at the old man's expression and continued casually: "Don't worry."

"It doesn't matter if you stay in City A until the New Year," he hid a shiny knife in his seemingly calm smile. "I can take this time to clean up the portal so as not to get back in your eyes."

Anyway, those people are descendants of their Huo family, so they have nothing to do with him.

How could Mr. Huo not hear anything in his words? He was about to pat his chopsticks, but he was worried that Miaomiao was there too. He was afraid that he would scare his grandson's wife, so he had to suppress his white beard and tremble: "Old Zhang, arrange it to go back to Fuchun City in the next two days."

"Yes, Master."

Hosheng said "tsk" with a little regret and started to eat quietly.

Miaomiao was simple-minded and did not have the ability to catch the turbulence between them. She tasted all the dishes that Hosyan picked. Unexpectedly, the seemingly simple and ordinary home-cooked dishes were so delicious. Then she thought that what could be eaten by the old man must be carefully selected good things.

She ate with relish.

I accidentally... I was overeating.

After the meal, the servant brought Miaomiao a cup of malt tea. She smiled embarrassedly and thanked her. The old man sitting opposite her snorted: "I didn't see you so politely last time."

He was used to being arrogant and arrogant tone, especially when talking to the younger generation, and unconsciously put on the airs of the parents. If these words fall into the ears of those who are interested, most of them will interpret the meaning of ridicule and sarcasm. After saying that, he thought to himself, are you saying it too seriously?

Unexpectedly, Miaomiao didn't take it to heart at all, and said to him with a smile: "It's different."

"Oh, where is the difference?"

"Last time," Miaomiao looked shy and glanced at Hosyan quickly, with a shallow smile, "I'm not your granddaughter-in-law yet."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huo's eyes flashed slightly and he restrained himself again: "I'm here this time, that's it?"

He had already known the matter, but he still had to confirm it himself before he could feel at ease.

Miaomiao picked up the malt tea on the table, borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and smiled sweetly, "Grandpa, you drink tea."

Mr. Huo took the tea and was about to drink it. Huo Siyan reacted very quickly and stopped him: "Grandpa, let's leave this cup of granddaughter-in-law tea for the wedding before drinking it."

Naturally, I took the tea away and put it back on the table.

Butler Zhang, who was nervous next to him, breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man had a heart surgery half a year ago, so drinking malt tea is a taboo.

Miaomiao was not sure about the inside story and thought what Huo Siyan said was quite reasonable. She toasted this cup of tea a little early, and the old man might suffer from insomnia when drinking tea at night, which was because she was not careful.

"Then I'll peel an apple for you."

"OK!"

Miaomiao talked to the old man while peeling the apple. Huo Siheng, opposite, raised his chin outside and signaled Huo Siyan to go out to talk?

Outside, snowflakes fell silently, and under the light, the ground was covered with dimness.

The two chose a secluded corner.

Next to it, the red plum blossoms stand proudly on the top of the snow, and the green tiles on the eaves cut the cold moon to half.

Hoshen leaned against the wall, bent his waist and took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket: "Don't you mind?"

"Um."

He pulled out one and skillfully clamped it between his fingers. ""bang", after the light lighter lit, the faint blue flame jumped up. He lowered his head and bit the cigarette butt, slowly spit out the smoke. In the hazy area, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said lightly: "I'll handle everything you need to deal with."

Hosyan lowered his eyes and looked at the hands, clean, slender and distinctive. No one knew how much blood they had been stained with or how much darkness they had been removed. The man in front of him, his cousin in his relatives, endured all the storms that should have been poured into his life alone, and he had a stable and worry-free life today.

"Your mother's affairs have also been found out."

"As you think, the cancer cells in her body were implanted artificially." Hoshen speculated that he was doing research on cancer cell allogeneic metastasis when he was in the United States, probably a large part of the reason was his mother's death and he let out a sip of smoke. "I can't move the person who is the leader behind it."

He smiled lightly, and his young face had an invisible cruelty: "However, within half a year, I will give your mother an explanation."

Hosyan's thin lips were pursed into a straight line: "Who is it?"

Huo Siheng bounced off a piece of ashes and sneered sarcastically: "Huo Lang, your second uncle."

Even though the Huo family is in control now, he has never admitted that he is a member of the Huo family, and has never admitted that Huo Lang is his father.

It was silent for a moment.

Hoshen threw the cigarette burned to the end into the snow, stepped on it, and put one hand into his pocket: "Let's go, let me tell your old man."

"By the way, congratulations."

Hosyan looked at his back as he was lonely and distant in the night, and his heart was swelling: "Thank you... brother."

I had never met before I was sixteen, and when I met Yu Wei, I didn't think about any interaction in the past. Now that I can only stay with Miaomiao with him.

This love is unforgettable for Huo Siyan in this life.

"If there is anything I can help in the future, I will do my best."

Hoshen heard this, his steps paused slightly, and he didn't look back, but just waved his hand.

It gradually drifted away and disappeared soon.

Huo Siyan returned to the living room. When Miaomiao saw him, she felt relieved: "Ayan, come here quickly."

After eating the apple, Mr. Huo asked Mr. Zhang to take out a file bag. It contained some real estate, stocks and fund information. The amount was so large that it was comparable to the assets that Huo Siyan showed her before. Miaomiao didn't understand what he meant at first, but she thought that they were indeed grandfathers and grandsons, and their styles were exactly the same. As a result, he said calmly: "Please keep it, it's all for you."

She was really scared, how could she accept it?!

Miaomiao racked her brains to refuse the reason. The old man said that even if she didn't want it, he would have a way to transfer it to her name. She had no move at all. Just then, Hosyan came back and she handed him the problem.

Sure enough, this decision was wise.

Huo Siyan gave up Mr. Huo's idea after just a few words. He asked Butler Zhang to go into the inner room and took an exquisite brocade box. The lid was opened. What appeared in front of Miaomiao was a jade bracelet, with a pure and uniform color, green and lively green. Even if she was an outsider, she knew it must be a valuable treasure.

"I'm going to get angry if I don't accept this."

Miaomiao hesitated, and Hosyan patted her hands: "Isn't thankful for grandpa yet."

Then she took it over: "Thank you, grandpa."

Mr. Huo nodded with satisfaction.

Miaomiao and Huo Siyan stayed in the old house until early nine o'clock and were about to go back. In addition to the jade bracelet, she also took away a thick red envelope. When she was in the car, she couldn't help but take apart. The red envelope contained 10,000 yuan in cash.

In the era of convenient mobile payment, Miaomiao hasn't seen so much cash for a long time. She leaned on Hosyan's shoulder and smiled with her eyebrows and eyes: "Grandpa said I'm a pick-up."

"no."

Hum? Not what?

Miaomiao quietly waited for the following text.

The man's warm breath slowly brushed across her cheeks, and a low voice fell down: "You are one out of 3 billion."
Chapter completed!