"have."
Speaking of which, Jiangnan hasn't smoked in recent days, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have cigarettes on hand.
"Give me one."
The old man immediately became excited.
Old people of his age were basically heavy smokers and never put down their cigarettes.
In the past two years, due to poor health, he has not smoked.
In the past two days, since Jiangnan returned to Kyoto, his health has improved, and he naturally felt like smoking.
"Come."
Jiangnan took out a box of hundred-yuan cigarettes and handed it to the old man, and then gave him a lighter.
"Your cigarettes are no good. I'll send someone to get a few cartons of my cigarettes when the time comes."
The old man took a puff, blew out a smoke ring happily, and said with a smile.
"Can I give it to you?"
Jiangnan took the lighter and lit a cigarette.
"Why don't you give it to me?"
The old man glared and puffed out his chest and said, "Can't I get it for my grandson? I don't smoke, hehehe."
"Okay, I haven't tasted cigarettes at your level yet."
Jiangnan was indeed a little curious. Could it be that it was really very different from ordinary cigarettes?
"It's OK. The one I smoked tastes pretty good."
The old man seemed to be afraid that Zhao Wanqing would suddenly strike back, or maybe he really hadn't smoked for a long time. He finished a cigarette in less than twenty seconds.
“You are…”
Jiangnan looked at the old man in disbelief and exclaimed, "Wow, is he eating or smoking? The speed is incredible!"
"When I was commanding the front line, I smoked a cigarette every ten seconds or so. I had to be quick. It was normal, normal."
The old man felt Jiangnan's gaze and laughed immediately, "Hurry up, don't let Wanqing find out that I'm smoking, otherwise she will make a fuss! If your relationship gets ruined, then I, an old man, will be guilty of a great sin!"
“Not really.”
Jiangnan waved his hand and threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
"You kid, you are such a waste."
The old man looked at the half-smoked cigarette on the ground with reluctance.
"Old man, you can smoke whenever you want in the future. I'm here to make sure you stay healthy."
Jiangnan helped the old man up and whispered, "Your eldest grandson is a person who has inherited all the medical skills of the master of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Um?!"
Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He looked at Jiangnan a few more times and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. In the end, he just laughed. He stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying happily: "Okay, okay! It seems that what old man Leng said is right. Your fate is not destined to be in the Jiang family. It will only restrict you! Now it seems that if I had insisted back then, I would not have created who you are today!"
He didn't need to ask any more questions why Jiangnan was so powerful.
He is almost half buried in the ground, what is the point of knowing all this?
All he needs to know is that the person next to him is his favorite eldest grandson!
…
"Hmm? Such a smell of smoke?"
Half an hour later.
In the old man's yard.
Zhao Wanqing pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as she approached the stone table, her brows immediately frowned.
At the same time, she looked at the old man suspiciously.
"Grandpa, did you ask Jiangnan to give you cigarettes?"
Zhao Wanqing asked.
"No, how could I smoke!"
The old man shook his head and waved his hands hurriedly, then stood up from the stone bench and walked towards his house, and his voice rang out: "This world belongs to you young people. As for me, I will take a nap and rest."
"Old man..."
Zhao Wanqing just shouted.
"You have to call me grandpa!"
The old man turned around and smiled.
"Grandpa! You must not smoke. This thing is very harmful to you!"
Zhao Wanqing's tone became a little weaker.
"You are such a good girl. Okay, you two can go on a date. Grandpa will be alone at home. I feel like I have become 20 years younger these past two days. I don't know if it is an illusion!"
The old man's murmur came.
Bang!
The door is closed.
"Did you... give the old man a cigarette?"
Zhao Wanqing puffed up her cheeks, stood in front of Jiangnan with her hands on her hips, and questioned angrily.
"without."
Jiangnan pulled her into his arms and sat down, smiling and saying, "Remember, you have to call me grandpa from now on, don't call me old man, it's too distant!"
“Oh, you…”
Zhao Wanqing's body immediately went limp, and she subconsciously put her arms around Jiangnan's neck. Their eyes met, and hers was intoxicated.
"Is there room for you at home?"
Jiangnan leaned close to her ear and asked quietly.
"No...but...I...I drove here, in the back...side door yard."
Zhao Wanqing's voice continued to ring out, with a slight gasp in it.
Hearing this.
Jiangnan got up directly from the stone bench and left the small courtyard, carrying Zhao Wanqing, who shyly buried her pretty face in his chest.
…
…
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
A black A8 slowly drove out from the side yard of the old man's house.
"etc!"
After Zhao Wanqing closed the side door, she returned to the car.
She first straightened the passenger seat with a blushing face, then tidied up her rather messy floral dress. While tidying it up, she also fastened her seat belt and muttered softly, "Without safety measures, will something go wrong?"
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