After he finished speaking, Zhai Zhengrong ate a few more pieces before he put down his chopsticks and stood up with a smile, "Dad, take your time eating. I'm leaving now."
Looking at the remaining meatballs, Zhai Shixiong sighed: "Too many children are debts."
When Zhai Zhengrong came out of the old man's yard, he saw a boy wearing a coat and standing tall. He was standing there, thinking about something. His profile was clearly defined and he looked gentle and noble.
He smiled and said, "Xiao Mo,"
Zhai Yumo turned his head and saw him, then walked over with a smile on his face, "Uncle,"
"Well, have you eaten yet?"
"Just eaten,"
"Okay," Zhai Zhengrong chuckled, "Come with me to meet a few people at noon."
Zhai Yumo responded with a smile.
Zhai Zhengrong continued to walk forward, and after a few steps he suddenly turned back, "Xiao Mo, the Mu family sent some fried meatballs that Xiao Xiao made by hand, you should prepare a return gift and send it over."
Zhai Yumo raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "I'll get ready right away."
"Um,"
Zhai Zhengrong raised his eyebrows slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
So happy?
It seems he guessed right.
Xiao Mo is a good-natured, polite, and smart kid. During the time he has been in politics, he has also demonstrated extraordinary means and wisdom.
To be honest, it's much better than the one in his house.
He was very pleased that his nephew was such a talent and decided to focus on his training.
After all, if the Zhai family wants to grow stronger, they rely on the young people of their generation.
Does he actually like Fu Xiao?
Although he is happy to see it happen,...
He restrained his smile, and his eyes suddenly deepened: "Xiao Mo,"
Zhai Yumo raised his head and looked at him. He then spoke in a serious tone, with a warning in mind: "When it comes to feelings, you need to be sincere. You understand, right?"
The smile on Zhai Yumo's face froze. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his voice as clear as a deep valley: "Uncle, I understand."
Zhai Zhengrong looked at him meaningfully and turned away.
There is nothing wrong with using some tricks and scheming when working in politics.
But feelings...
Fu Xiao is a smart girl.
Such people can only be moved by sincerity.
Using tricks will probably backfire.
It's not enough to just understand, you also have to do it.
It is not convenient for him to interfere too much in the emotional affairs of the youngsters. This reminder is enough. As for the rest, he can figure it out on his own.
Zhai Yumo stayed where he was, his eyes were like thick ink that could not be dissolved, and he asked in a faint tone: "Are you sincere?"
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