"No matter what I call you, I don't go home. It's hard to come back. Are you planning to tear down the house for me?"
Suddenly, an old voice came.
It's old man Feng, he has changed into the home clothes he usually sleeps in, and is no longer a Chinese tunic suit, but even so, he is quite imposing when he is leaning on a dragon's head and crutches.
No matter the bodyguards or servants around, they didn't even dare to make a sound.
At this time, the only one who dares to stop the young master is the chairman.
Feng Nai paused for a moment, and looked over with his deep eyes.
In fact, Old Man Feng still felt somewhat guilty, after all, he was the one who let Xiaobei go.
But in front of his grandson, he couldn't lose his aura.
Coupled with Mr. Feng's calmness over the years, he looked at the butler beside him as if nothing had happened: "Give it back to him, and save others from talking about it. My grandson, Feng Xiao, is a garbage collector."
"Yes." When the housekeeper responded to this sentence.
Over there, Feng Nai had already stood up straight, with one hand hanging halfway, looking at Old Man Feng, his voice was unhurried: "Why do you say it's Wangnian acquaintance?"
Old man Feng knew how stubborn his grandson was, and he wouldn't understand if he didn't give him an answer: "Nai'er, you're still too young. At this time, it's better to be apart than to be together."
"I can't feel any good things, and I don't like the idea of leaving for my own good." Feng Nai's face looked extraordinarily noble and handsome in the night: "In that case, what am I?"
Old Man Feng raised his eyes: "If she is like this in your heart, you don't have to come looking for this gift box at all. If you don't have an answer to why she left, then you deserve to find no one."
Feng Nai clenched his right hand bit by bit: "No matter what the reason is, in the final analysis, I'm not strong enough. You want to say this?"
"It's good that you understand." Old Master Feng signaled the butler to hand over the things.
Feng Nai didn't answer right away, his eyes flickered in the night, and the wind blew, shaking his black hair: "I really want to ask her if she has ever thought about staying for me even once .”
"It seems that you haven't fully understood yet." Old Man Feng paced up and down, brushing past him: "Think about it carefully."
Feng Nai stood there slender and didn't speak any more.
He didn't move, and the housekeeper didn't dare to move.
Under the moonlight, you can feel the coolness of the night.
Finally, he raised his hand and held the gift box in his hand, his eyes were light: "Who would understand what old-fashioned people like you are thinking."
housekeeper:…
After the words fell, he moved his fingers and opened the gift box.
The butler was also watching from the side. After seeing the things inside, his eyes slowly widened, and even his usual serious expression changed significantly.
"Here, Ms. Mo, is she..."
Before the butler finished speaking.
Feng Nai closed the gift box and glanced at him casually.
The butler immediately changed his words: "Do you need a hand towel, young master?"
"No need." Feng Nai withdrew his gaze: "Tell Grandpa, he's not thinking right."
Butler: ... In the old man's impression, Miss Mo is indeed not so tough.
However, what does the young master mean
To wait or not to wait.
Why do I feel that the gift box is treated casually.
Except for the housekeeper, the rest of the people didn't know what their young master had received.
Just looking at the butler's reaction, I'm a little curious...
(end of this chapter)