Mr. Feng came over with a walking stick on a dragon's head. He was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, and he still looked like a scholar. He set his sights on Mo Bei: "Little friend, we meet again."
"This is for you." Mo Bei's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, with respect for his elders in his coldness: "They are all warm fruits, and they won't hurt your stomach."
Mr. Feng has always liked to know etiquette.
Although he is indeed a businessman.
But age is there.
In their day, when visiting other people's homes, they always had to bring something with them.
Huaxia's etiquette is not empty, but has a human touch in it.
Today's young people don't pay attention to these things anymore.
If the little ice boy in front of him hadn't made his grandson take a detour, then he really didn't choose.
Most importantly, even knowing his identity.
Those eyes were still the same as when I first saw them, without any flattering elements.
Mr. Feng has been in business for many years and has met countless people of all kinds.
Like a teenager who has experienced everything but remains unchanged, there are too few, too few.
Perhaps, this is why his grandson treats him differently.
Old Man Feng didn't let his thoughts out, and took the fruit basket with a smile: "On this point, it's time for Naier to learn."
Feng Nai only smiled casually, but didn't speak.
After all, he didn't believe that the old man just wanted to treat them to a meal.
"Come in and sit down." The old man Feng's purpose is indeed impure, but the more he looks at it, the more he is satisfied, and he is still thinking about what to say later, so as not to make Boy Bing feel disgusted with him.
This is the first time that old man Feng has been so unscrupulous as a villain.
However, his grandson had changed too much because of him, so much that old man Feng had to take care of it.
"I watched today's match." Old Man Feng said, "It was a very good match."
Mo Bei's etiquette has always been: "Thank you."
Old Man Feng sat down and changed his voice: "However, there are too many negative rumors."
Feng Nai snorted: "Grandpa can speak directly."
"You two are too close." Mr. Feng seemed to be stating the facts: "You have taken over the Feng family now, why? You want him to be involved in inexplicable scandals with you? Let people think that his strength is your protection Can you afford it?"
Hearing this, Feng Nai frowned slightly.
Old Master Feng ordered the housekeeper unhurriedly: "Bring up the soup first, let Shao Mo have a taste."
It seems that this conversation is just the teaching of the elders to the younger ones.
Feng Nai's eyes narrowed, and his lips curled up suddenly: "Since Grandpa watched the game, he should understand that it was this little brother who took me to fly. In the e-sports industry, only strength can't make fakes."
When Old Man Feng picked up the spoon, his aura was obviously different from before.
His worry-free grandson is going to confront him head-on now
Originally, old man Feng didn't want to talk too much, after all, he didn't want to make that ice boy think that he was a stubborn feudal old man.
But so far, only a little bit.
"Nai'er, you are the heir to the Feng family, and every move you make will affect the company's image." The old man Feng put down the porcelain bowl, and said in an unhurried voice, "It's okay for you to get in touch with people, but no matter how good boys are, Also keep your distance and don't let others see the joke."
When Feng Nai heard this, he was about to refute.
Over there, Mo Bei said, "The old man is right, no matter how good boys are, they must keep their distance."
(end of this chapter)