Chapter 664: Favoring Her, Soul Questioning (Part 1 and 2)
This blatant and undisguised preference is so obvious that the old man almost has the words "darling" written on his face.
Han Ting couldn't help but roll his eyes, and was caught by Jiang Fuyue.
A flash of guilt and embarrassment flashed across his eyes for a fraction of a second, and then he turned fierce and ruthless: "What are you looking at?! Believe it or not, if you look again, I'll beat you up!"
You know what, it looks quite like a little Mang with bared teeth.
Jiang Fuyue looked away calmly and lowered her head to eat.
Obviously, the old man put a lot of thought into this meal.
The ingredients are fresh, the presentation is exquisite, and the taste is first-class. There are also several local dishes of Linhuai.
The delicious food and the thoughtfulness should not be wasted, so Jiang Fuyue naturally has to taste it slowly, savor it carefully, and enjoy it.
Han Ting: “?” Is she a glutton?
After dinner, Jiang Fuyue accompanied the old man for a walk outside.
Han Ting sat crookedly on the sofa and couldn't help muttering, "Pretending..."
Unexpectedly, Han Shen, who happened to be passing by, heard it and kicked him.
"Hiss!" Han Ting screamed, and stood up quickly, "Are you trying to murder me?!"
"Next time I hear you say something like that, it won't be as simple as a kick."
"That's right, I wasn't wrong..."
Who wants to take an old man for a walk after dinner these days? Isn’t it better to play games, watch TV shows, and read gossip news?
Anyway, all the girls in the class like it.
He just didn't believe that Jiang Fuyue was an exception.
She must be pretending, just to show off in front of the old man and win his favor!
It's so hypocritical!
"What did you say?!" Han Shen's eyes darkened. "Say it again?!"
Han Ting curled his lips and lazily sat back on the sofa, "I won't say good things a second time."
Actually, it was all fake. The place where I got kicked hurts so much, woo woo, I want to rub it...
"You little bastard, I—"
"Hey! Big brother, what are you doing?" Han Ke appeared in time and stopped him, "Domestic violence is not acceptable, calm down."
"Hmph!" Han Shen turned away.
Han Ting: "Thank you, second uncle..."
"No, I don't want this as a thank you. You said something bad about Yueyue. If I hear it again next time, I will make you comfortable without your dad. Do you believe it?"
Han Ting's neck shrank.
Damn! Why is everyone helping Jiang Fuyue?
He is no longer the baby of this family, right?
Han Ting ran upstairs sadly, his footsteps clattering...
Suddenly, the sound stopped, and he stuck his head out of the stairwell and shouted loudly: "Xiao Mang——"
No response.
He called again: "Xiao Mang, come quickly - I'll open the can for you!"
Still no movement.
"Stop shouting," Han Ke said lightly, "Xiao Mang and Yueyue went out for a walk."
Han Ting: “…” Damn!
Stinky dog! I'm going to run out of snacks for the next next month too!
…
After taking a walk to help digest the food, which was just a daily activity, Han Qishan felt he had never felt so happy.
He is accompanied by his granddaughter and chased by his little brother.
We walked and talked, and the smile never stopped.
Seeing that it was almost time, Jiang Fuyue accompanied the old man back.
Xiao Mang followed her closely, and whenever Jiang Fuyue stopped, it would hug Jiang Fuyue's legs and rub against them.
“Tsk…”
"It seems Xiaomang likes you very much. They say dogs understand human nature. Even it knows that our whole family welcomes you, right, Xiaomang?"
"Woof woof——" Welcome! Welcome!
After returning home, according to the old man's previous routine, he would sit in the living room for a while and then go upstairs.
But today, not only did he not leave, he also took the initiative to ask Jiang Fuyue to play chess with him.
Han Shen silently held his forehead: Do you think the last loss was not bad enough?
Han Ke turned his eyes away and said, "Yes, the old man doesn't remember being beaten."
Who knew——
Han Qishan: "I won't play Go today, let's try something else."
Two minutes later, the chessboard was still the same as last time, and the black and white pieces were still in use.
But the gameplay has changed...
It became Gobang.
Han Qishan: "I've studied this kind of gameplay, it's very interesting!"
Jiang Fuyue: "I can do anything."
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Fuyue: "You lose."
Twenty minutes later.
Jiang Fuyue: "You lost again."
Thirty minutes later.
Old man: "Why do I still lose?"
Han Shen: “…”
Han Ke: “…”
"No, no, this black and white chess piece has been working against me lately, I need to change it!"
In this way, Gobang was replaced by chess.
Jiang Fuyue: "General!"
Han Qishan: "..."
"Check again!"
“…”
"Keep going! You have nowhere to run."
Old man: "No more playing! No more playing! I'm sleepy!"
After saying that, he greased his feet and ran upstairs faster than a rabbit.
Jiang Fuyue put away the chess pieces: "Uncle, uncle, I'm going upstairs to rest too."
"Hey, go to bed early."
"Good night Yueyue."
Jiang Fuyue: "Good night."
At one o'clock in the morning, Han Shen finished dealing with company matters in his study and prepared to go downstairs to get a cup of hot water.
When I passed by the old man's room, I found that the light was still on and the door was not closed.
He looked inside through the sparse crack in the door and saw a figure sitting by the bed under the light, with several books spread out on his legs and one in his hand. He was wearing reading glasses and studying seriously, occasionally writing, drawing, and muttering to himself.
Han Shen raised his eyebrows and went back to the study to see that there was indeed a gap on the top shelf of the bookshelf.
Aren’t they just a few chess manuals?
…
That night, Jiang Fuyue slept soundly and sweetly in that pink and tender room.
I woke up naturally the next morning and looked at my phone. It was eight o'clock.
She didn't have the habit of staying in bed, so she got up, washed up, and went downstairs to have breakfast.
"Yueyue is up so early?"
"Why don't you get some more sleep?"
"Is the bed uncomfortable? I'll have it changed right away—"
Jiang Fuyue: "No, I slept well, thank you uncle."
Han Shen nodded: "If you need anything, just ask directly. There's no need to be polite in our own home."
"good."
Han Shen smiled and nodded, then called the servant over. His tone suddenly darkened, completely unlike the gentle and kind tone he had used with Jiang Fuyue: "Go wake Han Ting up. Everyone's up, but he's the only one still asleep. How can this be?!"
"Yes." The servant went upstairs tremblingly to wake the little ancestor up, his heart bitterer than bitter gourd.
It was half an hour later when Han Ting came down.
The sleepy boy appeared in the dining room with dark circles under his eyes and a look of resentment on his face.
His hair was uncombed and his face probably wasn't washed either. He was still in his pajamas. He yawned every two steps and looked limp all over.
Jiang Fuyue: "I'm done eating."
Put down the bowl and chopsticks, get up and leave.
Sure enough, Han Shen's roar was heard from the dining room soon after.
There were also occasional backtalk and rebuttals from the boy.
There was chaos everywhere.
Han Heng: "Ahem—they're just like that, you'll just get used to it."
Jiang Fuyue nodded: "I'm quite used to it."
“…”
"Xiao Mang, come here--" Jiang Fuyue waved to the dog.
"Woof~" is coming!
The little mang came to her feet happily. Jiang Fuyue put a leash on it and said, "Come on, I'll take you out for a swim."
“Woof woof woof——”Yeah, yeah!
Han Heng: "..." This little girl is so calm!
At this time, the cell phone rang. Han Heng took a look and saw that it was his agent calling.
He doesn't want to work or make money recently. He just wants to hang out and spend time with his niece.
So without thinking, I just hung up.
The agent on the other end started swearing and then continued beating.
But... this guy actually turned off his phone?!
At this moment, Han Heng could never have imagined that he, who had always been very careful about his reputation, would cause a sensation on the entire Internet because of a scandal in just a few hours, triggering a wave of melon-eating craze!
…
On the lawn, Jiang Fuyue was running circles with Xiao Mang.
As a result, the dog got two frisbees from somewhere and barked "Woof woof" to play!
Jiang Fuyue took it and threw it out.
Xiao Mang barked twice and ran after him.
After catching up with her, he brought it back to her and gestured to continue.
After five or six rounds, the dog became more and more excited.
Suddenly, a whistle was heard, and Xiao Mang, who had already jumped into the air, stopped, looked around, and then landed on the lawn with a pia chi.
Lowered eyebrows and drooped eyes.
I saw Han Ting running towards me on the opposite path, with a whistle hanging around his neck. It was he who had just blown it.
"Jiang Fuyue—who told you to take Xiao Mang for a walk?! Did you get my permission?! Do you know what this behavior of yours is called? Taking something without asking is considered stealing!"
"Don't think that just because Grandpa, my dad, my second uncle, and my younger uncle all like you and pamper you, you can act recklessly, act lawless, and go too far!"
Well……
"I heard from my uncle that your grades aren't very good. You've never passed the Chinese language exam since you entered high school."
Ga!
Han Ting glared angrily: "Don't think that you can use my grades to destroy my self-esteem, undermine my confidence, and humiliate my personality to highlight your excellence, pride, and brilliance. I tell you, I don't buy it -"
Jiang Fuyue tilted her head, a puzzled look in her eyes. "From the moment you saw me until now, you've used four idioms, quoted once, and used two parallelisms. So, why didn't you pass Chinese?"
The soul asks questions.
The little dog raised its head and said: "Woof!" Yes, why, tell me!
Han Ting: “?”
Is this the time to discuss Chinese?
Grass--
Two updates together, 3,000 words.
See you tomorrow for the third update. I won’t tell you the exact time (because I’m worried about being stuck on writing), but it will definitely be there!
(End of this chapter)
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