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In order to prevent the old man from saying anything to someone when he is not around.
Feng Nai didn't move, just stood there handsomely with one hand in his trouser pocket.
Old Man Feng laughed: "Why, are you still afraid that if I eat your little friend?"
"Of course I'm afraid. After all, grandpa has been eating people without spit out his bones since he started business." Feng Nai said casually.
Old man Feng endured and endured so that he didn't hit his grandson with the crutch with the dragon's head.
But Mo Bei did it for him, patted Feng Nai's back, his voice was still calm: "Don't make the old man angry."
Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, did someone understand that he was blocking the knife for her.
Why has she been tearing down his platform since she came in
But old man Feng's mood is getting better and better.
Especially seeing the boy drive his grandson to the study.
Old man Feng was difficult to be gentle even when playing chess, and he didn't make things difficult on purpose.
After all, under his influence, young people nowadays can play chess better and better.
It was originally just for the convenience of conversation.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng discovered that the kid sitting across from him was unexpectedly good.
"You usually play chess at home?" Old Man Feng asked.
Mo Bei ate a car, and replied: "I don't get off at home, I always play in the park when I'm skating."
"Run early?" Old Master Feng chuckled, "You young people call it morning exercise, right?"
Mo Bei put the chess pieces away, his eyebrows and eyes unchanged: "It's all the same."
Old man Feng didn't know that Mo Bei usually had the same hobbies as the veteran cadres.
at home.
When I wake up at seven every day, I will definitely go to the nearby park to play Tai Chi with the old men who play Tai Chi.
Even playing chess, the uncles were short of manpower, so they approached Mo Bei, but they became more and more familiar with the game. In addition, the people who played the game had a comprehensive way of thinking, and gradually Mo Bei's chess skills followed.
Old man Feng hasn't been so comfortable playing chess with anyone for a long time.
His grandson would occasionally come to accompany him for a game or two.
For the rest, the handicap is too obvious.
Gradually, Mr. Feng also thought that the conversation was not so boring.
Now this plate.
Mr. Feng is really serious.
The butler can see it.
Because they added hot water to the teacup twice, their old chairman was still concentrating, occasionally pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were on the chessboard, and he didn't talk to Young Master Mo at all.
"How did you think of taking this step." Old Man Feng smiled and pointed at the chess record with his finger: "Go here, and you will win, silly boy."
Mo Bei's voice was light: "My master taught me before that when I meet a respected elder, I have to lose once. I respect you very much, so I lose once to make you happy."
Old Man Feng paused for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "So he was trying to make me happy."
"Yeah." Mo Bei's eyes were serious.
Old man Feng looked at the face that was so clean that you could almost see the fluff.
He thought to forget it, he didn't care about these two children.
Who can say clearly about the future road.
"You should also be able to see that I pushed Naier away just to talk to you about something." Mr. Feng put away the pawns, stood up holding his crutches, and loosened his mouth vaguely: "In terms of feelings, we The Feng family isn't that unenlightened, even if Nai'er goes the wrong way, we won't object..."
(end of this chapter)