Long Qingtian was correcting documents in the office.
The phone rang suddenly.
Long Qingtian glanced at him and saw it was Lu Lan, so he didn't answer the phone.
The phone rang persistently for a long time and finally ended. But soon, a text message came over: Brother Tian, I am going to try on wedding dresses today. Are you free to accompany me?
Long Qingtian didn't look at it immediately, but just completed his work seriously until the phone rang again. Listening to the music, he knew it was Long Zhai's call.
In the old house...
Thinking of Grandpa Long's white-haired man giving away his black-haired man, and now his increasingly stooped body, Long Qingtian answered the phone helplessly.
"The wedding is ready. If you have time, you can accompany the bride to try on the wedding dress. After all, it only happens once in a lifetime." Even after so many years, the old man still knew that he could no longer control his grandson, but his tone of voice still sounded...
The meaning of command.
Long Qingtian hummed lightly, but no matter who he was, he could hear the perfunctory tone in the hum.
The old man suppressed his anger, but thinking of the purpose of his call, he could only say: "You will have your wedding in ten days. The new house has been decorated in the old house. Do you want to come and take a look?"
"Need not."
"... Qingtian, you are not young anymore. You are thirty years old. Grandpa, I want to have a great-grandson now. When will you live with Lu Lan?"
"good."
"Qingtian, do you understand what I said?"
Long Qingtian really didn't hear clearly, because when he talked about a new house, he suddenly thought of the night when Mo Jiu proposed, when he decorated the villa to look like a new house.
That night, he was like a stupid young man whose whole body was inexplicably ignited with passion.
"Sorry." After hearing the old man's question, Long Qingtian said calmly.
The old man was so angry that he choked for a moment, but he still held back his temper and persuaded: "Qingtian, many young people nowadays are unmarried and living together. Grandpa, although I am old, I am not a pedantic person..."
"I know, do you have anything else to do?"
The old man choked again at his words and snorted coldly, "Come back for dinner tonight!"
Before Long Qingtian could refuse, the old man's words came again: "Hmph, I know that Chief Long is so busy that he doesn't even have time to have a meal with me, but you can't forget that today is your mother's death anniversary!"
Long Qingtian froze. He had been very busy recently and had indeed forgotten about it.
Mentioning his dead mother, a soft expression finally appeared on Long Qingtian's face, "Okay."
In the Long House, the old man hung up the phone and sat on the sofa.
In Nuoda's living room, the furniture and furnishings are all made of mahogany, giving it a low-key luxurious beauty.
But no one appreciated this beauty, because the old man lived alone in the entire apartment.
Mr. Long leaned on crutches, looked at everything in the room, and sighed slightly.
The older he gets, the more he realizes that he seems to have become a lonely old man.
Only the guards would say a few words to him.
Next to him was a security guard in his thirties who had been with him for several years. The old man trusted him quite a bit. The old man couldn't help but ask: "Tell me, did I do something wrong?"
Otherwise, how could one become lonely in old age?
The guard didn't speak, he knew that the old man just wanted to talk.
The old man rubbed his head, "I just want a great-grandson. At least, the incense of the Long family will not be cut off."
