70. Chapter 70 Are you sure it's strength and not failure?
After hearing this, Wei Zhehan curled his lips and smiled, looking straight at the dumbfounded woman sitting opposite him with soft eyes, and replied: "Grandpa, what you said is true, but you should not underestimate the descendants of the Chinese nation.
Wanqing can also play Go."
When Yang Mulin heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Really?! Wanqing can also play Go?!"
When Mu Wanqing heard this, she immediately...the cold sweat and black lines on her forehead began to slide down.
What the hell is this bastard Wei Zhehan talking about?! She clearly...
Mu Wanqing reflexively chewed her nails and said vaguely and hesitantly: "Only someone as smart as grandpa can play such an advanced game as Go, which tests IQ. How can I know it? I can only play backgammon...
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After hearing these words, Yang Mulin laughed heartily again.
Of course, while the three of them were laughing and returning to Mu Yuan, in Jinxiu City, there was——
With a "pop" sound, the transparent goblet was violently hit on the wall and shattered into pieces.
The bright red wine slowly slid down the wall.
Yang Mufan was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He pointed at the huge LED and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, look, look, look, that damn old man not only demolished my stage, but also took over the guards."
Zhehan is a godson, do you think he is delirious and has Alzheimer's disease?!"
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When Yang Mufan returned to Mu Garden again, it was already dark.
As soon as I walked into the courtyard, I heard joyful laughter and laughter overflowing from the main hall, lingering, circling, and reverberating in the dark and high night sky for a long time.
Yang Mufan couldn't help but pause at his pace, and the hands hanging by his sides were unknowingly pulled into fists.
Yang Mulin said: "Zhehan, just let Wanqing do it on her own and don't interfere."
Mu Wanqing said: "Yes, yes, it's obviously me and grandpa playing chess, but you keep interfering, completely unable to use my true strength."
Wei Zhehan said: "Strength?! Are you sure it's strength and not failure?! Grandpa killed him instantly in three steps. Are you embarrassed to waste Grandpa's time?!"
Mu Wanqing was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Yang Mulin burst out laughing: "It's okay, Wanqing has just learned it, and she's interested. Don't ruin her interest."
Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing immediately echoed: "That's right, even if you don't dislike me even if you look at me, grandpa, why are you so anxious here?! You are not allowed to touch my chess, I will move on my own, and I will fully prove to you: without you
By gesticulating around, I will 'live' longer. Hey~, Grandpa, you just left?! Did you go the wrong way?! Oh, Han, what should I do next?! Why did I suddenly 'die'?
Already..."
Wei Zhehan sat next to him and rolled his eyes coldly: "You are so powerful, do you still need me?!"
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The night in the suburbs was quiet, peaceful and beautiful. Yan Mufan stood in the yard, listening to the joyful laughter, and felt cold and desolate for no reason. His whole heart fell bit by bit into the cold and dark hell, without any light.
I can't even feel the temperature at any point.
"Young Master?!" The housekeeper followed him respectfully, and when he saw Yang Mufan was lost in thought, he reminded him in a low voice.
Yang Mufan frowned, then strode inside.
When he entered the main house, the first thing he saw was: Yang Mulin and Wei Zhehan were sitting face to face playing chess, while Mu Wanqing was lying on the side eagerly, peeling oranges and peeling apples for them.
