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    That day, Fu Xiyao didn't know that his mother had messed up the situation he had set up. He thought that his parents had gone to Turkey with the delegation, and he had arranged people around Xiao Ran and her parents, so he drove to Beidaihe to visit his resting son with peace of mind.  Mrs. Fu¡ªthe grandfather Fu Kanghua who loves him the most.

    Unexpectedly, heavy snow fell on the way, and the speed of every car began to slow down, and there was still some traffic jams when approaching the toll booth. Fu Xiyao frowned slightly, turned off the engine and stared at the snow scene outside the window for a while, his eyes were like  The unfathomable sea, the waves are flowing, I don't know what I am thinking.  It wasn't until the sound of the horn resounding from behind urged him that he drove forward slowly.  He felt a bit stuffy in the car, so he turned on the radio, and accompanied by the melodious background music, the magnetic voice of the radio DJ floated out¡ª¡ª

    Some people say that people with dark eyebrows are very affectionate.

    Fu Xiyao subconsciously raised his head to look at the rearview mirror, and curled the corners of his mouth again. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed very thinly, and there were shallow smile lines. His eyebrows were thick and deep, which he didn't feel before, but now he really  Very affectionate.  Thinking of waking up in the morning and seeing her curled up in his arms like a cat, it felt as if she had the whole world at that moment.

    The snow was getting heavier and heavier. He didn't come to the nursing home until noon. When he walked out of the parking lot, he touched his pocket and found that his mobile phone had been left in the passenger seat. But he was thinking about other things and thought it was irrelevant, so he didn't go back  Pick.

    Fu Xiyao found his grandfather in the leisure room. The old man was playing Go with an old comrade in arms.  If you look closely, Fu Kanghua doesn't look old at all except that his hair is all white. Maybe it's because he was well trained in marching and fighting when he was young.  Shocking, and Fu Xiyao's eyes are very much like his.

    Fu Xiyao stood by and watched for a while, seeing his grandfather hesitating on a move, he finally couldn't help but said: "Go here, surround Wei and save Zhao." This move was taught by his old man.

    "Watching chess without talking is a real gentleman!" Fu Kanghua patted his hand away, and he knew who was coming by the sound, but he didn't look up, and his attention was all on the chessboard.

    Instead, his comrade-in-arms Chen Gang asked with a smile: "Old Fu, is this your grandson? Where is it ranked?"

    Old Master Fu snorted: "Fourth, the youngest one. Brat, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and call someone, this is your Grandpa Chen."

    Fu Xiyao immediately smiled and said hello respectfully, and then waited quietly and patiently for the two old men to finish playing chess.  Half an hour later, Fu Xiyao helped Fu Kangnian back to the room, where he served tea and cigarettes. Looking back, the old man's cardiopulmonary function is not very good, and smoking is useless, so he took it back.

    Leaning on crutches, Mrs. Fu gave him a sideways glance: "What are you doing here in this kind of horrible weather?" He said it harshly, but in his heart he was worried that he might have an accident while driving in snow.

    Knowing that grandpa really cared about him, Fu Xiyao poured tea attentively with a smile on his face, and said, "It's just a coincidence that the snow didn't fall until halfway. But it's a bit far here, Grandpa, why don't we go to Xiaotangshan, where the hot springs are cold  Soaking is just right."

    Fu Kanghua stared wide-eyed, looked at him knowingly and asked: "Okay, don't talk about him with me, tell me quickly, what are you begging me for?"

    "It hurts my heart to see what you said. I feel like I miss you since I haven't seen you for so long, can I come and have a look?" Fu Xiyao was still practicing Tai Chi, but he was actually thinking about how to speak.

    "Okay, that's all for now, you go back." Old Master Fu laughed angrily, and became playful, got up on crutches to go out.

    "Grandpa! Don't intervene!" Fu Xiyao's face flushed red with embarrassment when he saw through his mind. If anyone in the Fu family could hold him, the only one who could hold him was Mrs. Fu.

    Old Master Fu sat down again meaningfully, raised his eyebrows and stared at the little grandson in front of him, those sophisticated and wise eyes could make the little Jiujiu in his heart invisible.

    Just as Fu Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief, he was stared at by his grandfather and twitched again: "I just want to come and chat with you" He carefully glanced at Fu Kangnian, and felt that it was a knife anyway, so he said a little nervously, "Grandpa, I  fell in love with a girl."

    Finally got to the point.

    "Oh?" Fu Kanghua responded with great interest, but did not express his opinion. He sipped his tea calmly, as if waiting for him to continue.

    Fu Xiyao swallowed his saliva and continued: "Grandpa, I am the first to tell you." This is true, Fu Xiyao knew that his parents disagreed, so he would not mention the slightest thing to them, and he was only willing to tell him what he loves the most.  Grandpa said.

    With a smile, Mrs. Fu asked knowingly: "Stinky boy, you were not happy with your mother for so long before. It turns out that someone is in your heart. Tell me, where is it?"?? is a trump card. If you confess this matter first, you will definitely not suffer.

    Old Mrs. Fu glanced at him: "Hmph, I couldn't watch your parents' test and escaped to my place. Do you really think your grandpa and I are old-fashioned?"

    "Grandpa, how old are you? Even if you are old, you are still strong! And you think, you will be able to hug a big fat boy in seven months, don't you feel happy?" Fu Xiyao was flattering and seductive.

    Sure enough, Mrs. Fu smiled, but he said on his face: "Don't put a high hat on me, I have to think about it, and I will talk about it when I go back during the Chinese New Year." Although he didn't tell the truth, it sounded like a success.  After all, he is the oldest in the Fu family, as long as he nods, what else can happen?

    Fu Xiyao murmured in his heart, son, oh son, you came at the right time, otherwise what would happen to this matter?

    Fu Xiyao gave his grandfather an explanation and got a letter of approval. He originally wanted to go back to Beijing that day, but the road was blocked by a blizzard, and Mrs. Fu refused to let him go because he was afraid that he would be in danger, so he changed his mind and stayed until the next day.  Let the snow stop.

    Later, he remembered to go back to the parking lot to get his phone back, only to find that there were several missed calls on it, some from the company and some from Lin Jin.  He called back as he walked, and Lin Jin in Beijing quickly answered the call.

    Lin Jin said respectfully: "Mr. Fu."

    Fu Xiyao asked: "Well, why are you looking for me so urgently?"

    Lin Jin replied honestly: "Your mother came to the hospital today and even met Miss Xia."

    Fu Xiyao clenched his hands, and the smile at the corner of his mouth froze. He stopped and listened carefully to every word Lin Jin said to him. His mood sank slowly, and the chill of the snow poured into his body from his neck.  There was no warmth in his heart and the cold light in his eyes, and he dropped the phone before he walked out of the parking lot.

    Unexpectedly, after all his calculations, he was still missing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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