When old man Feng said these words, the sky outside the window gradually approached dusk.
The car stopped.
Special assistant Yuan handed over the mortgaged house book to his young master.
Feng Nai only glanced at it, his eyes were extremely indifferent.
Flipping through it casually with her fingertips, she suddenly paused: "What kind of friendship does my grandfather have?"
"Chairman?" After thinking about it, Yuan Tezhu frowned, "I've never heard of it."
After all, the old man's behavior is relatively old-fashioned, and he was a soldier in his early years.
Most of the acquaintances in the business world are of their age.
He thinks that the younger generation is impetuous now.
Even though they are excellent, not many are willing to take responsibility.
Even the young master and the old man didn't like her very much.
Who can become his year-end friend
Before Yuan Tezhu could wait, he came up with one, two, three, four.
Over there, Feng Nai closed Fangben, his eyes flickering: "Go back to my home."
back home? Both Special Assistant Yuan and the driver felt a little unbelievable.
After all, every time the old chairman set up a trick for the young master to go on a blind date, the young master refused, unless the old chairman threatened the young master with something.
The old and the young will always fight wits and courage, even the old chairman of the bodyguard will be sent to the base, and the young master will go back to his home.
What happened this time
Neither of them dared to ask.
Without the young master beside Miss Mo, they really felt terrible.
The drive is a bit far.
Without speeding, the car has reached the limit.
It's going to be night.
After nightfall is a city's peak season.
There will always be traffic jams.
Special Assistant Yuan turned his head to the side, wanting their young master not to worry.
Unexpectedly, the next moment I heard it, the car door opened with a bang.
Feng Nai had already left, his long legs straddled the railing, and when he landed, he flapped his clothes at an astonishingly fast speed.
The street lamps on the street came on one after another.
On Mayday in the world, even the wind comes slowly, and it is not as loud as the ups and downs of his breath.
"Master!"
Yuan Tezhu was worried and wanted to follow.
But in terms of crossing the railing, he was obviously far behind Feng Nai.
The gate of our house is closed at eight o'clock.
As soon as the bodyguards in black took off their earphones and were about to enter the courtyard, they saw a windy figure walking over there.
"Master!"
Some people's eyes widened.
Feng Nai supported the heavy wooden door with one hand, his black forehead hair was damp and hit the bridge of his nose.
That should be Khan.
Anyone who knows Feng Nai well knows that he is usually very clean. Even when he is exercising, he always uses a hair tie to fix his hair, and he will never let himself sweat a lot, no matter what the season is.
But today...
"Where's my grandpa?" Feng Nai glanced over, even though his breath was not stable, the coldness brought out by that indifference sent a chill down the backs of the bodyguards.
Judging from the young master's state, he should know that Miss Mo has been here.
The bodyguards glanced at each other.
Feng Nai ignored them and walked straight towards the house.
At this time, Mr. Feng was on the second floor, looking at his pot of Clivia, and watering it with a sprayer.
"Master, the young master is back." The butler stood beside him, and he could see the outside scene, somewhat surprised in his eyes.
Old man Feng raised his eyes: "He's here to look for Bei. He must be sad to see that he's not there. I won't see him anymore. You send him the things Bei left behind."
"Yes." The butler took the boxed box and walked downstairs...
(end of this chapter)