Chapter 129 I will take good care of the beauty

Huo Nanting: ...

the dirty words that were about to come out of his mouth were choked back.

It was New Year's Day, he should bear it.

But he still gave Bo Sili a gorgeous eye roll.

Huo Beisi smiled and let Huo Nanting push him in.

He brought gifts from Country F for everyone, everyone had one, except Bo Sili.

Bo Sili raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, to isolate me?"

Huo Beisi raised his eyes to meet his gaze, "You still have the nerve to ask?"

"What's wrong?"

Bo Sili sat down on the sofa, propped up one leg, with a smile on his face, "You two didn't succeed?"

"..."

Huo Nanting, who was standing aside, heard it and was too lazy to open the gift, so he quickly came over and interrupted: "Then it definitely can't work!"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Bo Sili looked at him with disdain.

Huo Beisi was crunching walnuts and said calmly: "Miss Bo suspected that I was approaching her on purpose. Not only did she not appreciate my kindness, she even came to warn me not to have any ideas about her."

Bo Sili laughed.

To be honest, he also found it interesting when he knew that Huo Beisi and Bo Jiao met in Country F and stayed in the same hotel.

How could it be

such a coincidence? "Are all people with the surname Bo so narcissistic?"

Huo Nanting added, rolling his eyes at Bo Sili.

"What happened next?"

Bo Sili asked again.

He remembered that Bo Jiao arrived home safely, and judging from the content she posted on her Moments, she didn't have a bad time in Country F for a few days.

He thought she spent the days with Huo Beisi, even a candlelight dinner.

"Later, it happened that one of my clients from Country F took a fancy to her, and he asked me about her situation, so I got a connection. Miss Bo spent the two days in Country F with him." Bo

Sili frowned in confusion, "What?"

How could someone come later than him?

"You deserve to be single for thirty years."

Bo Sili shrugged and complained.

He was a bit lonely. He

could ruin this kind of fate by himself.

Huo Beisi frowned unhappily: "I didn't plan to pursue her." Bo Sili

raised his eyes and looked at her, "Then who did you take a fancy to?"

Huo Beisi was silent, his eyelids drooped and he didn't say a word.

Huo Nanting grasped the key point, "If that's the case, then that foreigner only took two days to catch up with Bo Jiao?"

Bo Sili frowned, "How do you know if he succeeded or not?"

"Bo Jiao just posted a circle of friends."

Huo Nanting raised his mobile phone and said.

Bo Sili took it and took a look, then said coldly, "Fuck."

"Hey, you swore, send a red envelope!"

Huo Nanting pointed at Bo Sili and said schadenfreudely.

Bo Sili sent a big red envelope in the family group.

Huo Nanting was waiting by the side and was the first to grab it. When he opened it, it was 0.01.

"I..."

He held it back and his face became even darker with anger.

I should have known better not to grab it.

"Tsk."

Bo Sili looked at Huo Beisi with an expression that said you have lost 1 billion.

Huo Beisi showed no emotion. He just looked at Huo Nanting and said, "Get some things and come with me to the Jian family."

"Okay."

Huo Nanting put away his phone.

The Jian family was once a prominent family in North City. However, the descendants of Grandpa Jian were not up to standard, and the Jian family has long been in decline. Many of the children of the Jian family went abroad or went to other places to develop. Only the older generation is still guarding North City. Although

the Jian family is no longer as strong as it used to be, the reputation of Grandpa Jian is still there. When he was seriously ill, the powerful and wealthy businessmen in North City rushed to visit him, and the Huo family was no exception.

When Huo Beisi and Huo Nanting arrived, the uncles of the Jian family couldn't help but wipe their tears and invited them to come over.

"Bei Si, the old man was just talking about you."

The son of Grandpa Jian was unfilial, and his grandchildren were not around to enjoy his care. To Grandpa Jian, the brothers Huo Beisi and Huo Nanting were like half of his grandchildren.

"Grandpa Jian, I'm Beisi, I'm here."

The old man on the bed had gray hair, his eyes were looking at the ceiling, his mouth was open, and his breathing was heavy and turbid.

Huo Beisi held the old man's hand, and his eyes were red for a while.

"Bei... Beisi ah..."

The old man was still looking at the ceiling, and his words came out one by one.

"Hey, I'm here."

"Where is Jia... Jiaren?"

Hearing this name, Huo Beisi's eyes seemed to be burned, and a tear slid from the corner of his eye and fell on the back of the old man's hand.

"Brother, Jia Ren is still on the way, she will be here soon."

The second uncle, leaning on a cane, spoke patiently to the old man.

After speaking, he wiped his tears and sighed: "The second brother is too cruel..."

Grandpa Jian loved his youngest son's granddaughter the most, and he was the one who brought her up.

But later, after the family immigrated, they never came back to see each other.

The second brother resented that Grandpa Jian gave the family business to the eldest brother, so he cut off his relationship with Grandpa Jian and never contacted him until he died.

Not only that, he also forbade his daughter to visit the old man.

Once, Jia Ren Jian sneaked back to accompany the old man for a few days, and the second brother personally caught her, beat her up, and locked her up at home for a few months. He was so cruel.

Now that the old man is dying, they are thinking of coming over.

"Bei... Beisi."

The old man spoke weakly, and every word was difficult to say.

Huo Beisi leaned his head closer, trying to listen to every word he said, "Grandpa is here, you say."

"Good... take good care of Jiaren."

Huo Nanting, who was standing aside, was stunned. Was the old man sick and confused?

Jian Jiaren had been gone for ten years and was no longer in Beicheng.

"Good..."

Huo Beisi's eyelids drooped, and his long eyelashes were stained with tears.

"Jiaren, Jia..."

The old man stretched out his hand, his eyes widened, his expression was fierce, as if he wanted to touch something, but he couldn't touch it.

And the next second, the old man's hand dropped, and the whole person slowly lost his breath.

"Big brother..."

"Grandpa Jian..."

Several people in the room cried together and knelt down.

Old Master Jian died with his eyes wide open.

Before he died, he was still thinking about his granddaughter whom he had not seen for ten years.

Huo Beisi trembled his hands slightly, covered the old man's eyes, let him close his eyes, and said softly: "Grandpa Jian, don't worry, I will take good care of the beauty."

When Huo Beisi and Huo Nanting left the room, the people of the Jian family covered the old man with a white cloth and prepared for his funeral.

Huo Nanting pushed Huo Beisi out, feeling sour and unhappy: "Old Master Jian was glorious for decades, but he ended up like this in his later years. It's really pitiful."

Huo Beisi was speechless. Although his tears had dried, his eyes were still red.

He lowered his eyes and turned the walnuts in his hand again and again.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of him, and a pair of pointed ladies' leather shoes fell into his sight.

Huo Beisi's eyes froze, and he looked up to see a beautiful face.

Her makeup had been smudged by tears, but even so, she was still beautiful.

She looked at Huo Beisi quietly, without saying a word, just glanced at the walnut in his hand, and then walked past him.

A heart-wrenching cry of "Grandpa" came from behind Huo Beisi.

He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

The sky is very blue today.