Affable, but lacking in virtue
An Xia thought how long Fu Qingchen would chat with that "friend", after all, it is said that greetings with rich people like them seem to take extra time.
He started with a deal worth tens of millions, so he couldn't be careless.
He had already prepared to eat half full first, and then Fu Qingchen would make love to him, but he didn't expect that as soon as his butt touched the stool, the door of the private room was opened by Fu Qingchen from the outside.
An Xia, who was about to sit down with his butt sticking out, blinked:
"You've finished chatting with that friend."
How long has it been?
What can they chat about in such a short time?
An Xia was imaginative, and this time was just enough to slap him in the face.
But how could a well-educated person like Fu Qingchen attack others in public? Hahaha.
An Xia just thought about it casually, and then threw this ridiculous guess out of her mind.
Fu Qingchen nodded after hearing what he said: "It's not a complicated matter, just say a few words casually."
He would only feel disgusted if he said one more word to that kind of person.
But there was no need to let An Xia know about this matter. Anyway, if An Xia knew it, it was the same as him knowing it, and he would still come forward to solve it in the end.
And his plan today was to bring An Xia to dinner, not to make things difficult for An Xia.
In terms of emotion and reason, he felt that he should keep his boyfriend away from some unnecessary troubles.
Fu Qingchen smiled at An Xia, walked over to him and personally arranged the knife and fork in his hand:
"You can order whatever you want to eat today. The chef of this restaurant is an old acquaintance of mine, and his cooking skills are pretty good."
When he heard him say this, the restaurant manager had a bad feeling in his heart.
It was a bit unheard of to have a Michelin three-star chef cook a plate of fried tomatoes and eggs. There shouldn't be anything more bizarre... right
The restaurant manager's heart was hanging high in the air when An Xia suddenly smiled.
As soon as Fu Qingchen finished speaking, An Xia began to jump up and try.
He was already very surprised that such a high-end western restaurant could make a home-cooked dish like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but from what Fu Qingchen said, it seemed that the restaurant chef's "potential" was far more than that.
An Xia pursed her lips and smiled shyly, turned her head and asked the restaurant manager:
"Then please ask the chef to give me some shredded pork with green peppers, sweet and sour spare ribs, pot-wrapped pork, stir-fried chicken with rice and pork with preserved vegetables! Thank you for your hard work!" The
restaurant manager's forehead was getting more and more wrinkled. He remembered that their restaurant was obviously a western restaurant. Wasn't Mr. Fu's boyfriend really trying to embarrass them by ordering so many home-cooked dishes?
The manager secretly glanced at Fu Qingchen, who was sitting opposite An Xia, and tried to ask the big boss what he should do through his eyes.
The big boss didn't even look at him, just staring at his boyfriend with a smile.
Seeing the big boss's look, the restaurant manager immediately understood that it was right to listen to Fu Qingchen's boyfriend
. The big boss didn't want to pay attention to him now.
As a qualified person, he already knew exactly what to do.
The restaurant manager immediately agreed to all of An Xia's requests, and planned in his heart that no matter what, he would let the Michelin chef in the back kitchen cook these dishes for An Xia today! The manager left
the private room happily, and An Xia, who was about to fill her stomach, was very happy and sat happily in her seat waiting for the dishes to be served.
When he was happy, Fu Qingchen was happy, but when Fu Qingchen was happy, he couldn't sit still.
As soon as he couldn't sit still, his evil hands began to move around.
Fu Qingchen quietly reached forward and tried to grab An Xia's hand on the table.
Now there were only him and An Xia in this private room, and it shouldn't be too much for him and his boyfriend to hold hands and kiss each other.
Mr. Fu had his own plans in mind, and his evil claws stretched farther and farther, and were about to touch An Xia's fingers──
[Hey, my grandmother's boyfriend is actually an inventor, a technology tycoon]
At this critical moment, the gossip system was online again.
Fu Qingchen, who was only 0.01 millimeter away from achieving the goal of holding hands:...
Okay, you are awesome: )
Mr. Fu, whose plan was forced to be interrupted, smiled slightly and poured An Xia a glass of sweet juice.
For the sake of gossip, he was willing to forgive this system that still couldn't learn to read colors.
An Xia didn't notice her boyfriend's frustrated expression. While waiting for the food, he simply read some gossip to kill time, and he could also help his grandmother check.
The full name of the grandmother is Yu Xiulan. Although the old lady is already a hundred years old, she is still very strong. She often travels with her sister group and has a very young mentality.
Sometimes, some of her views make even An Xia, the great-grandson, feel ashamed.
Since the death of the great grandfather, An Xia's great grandmother has been single. During this period, no matter how many single old men pursued the great grandmother, the great grandmother would disdain them.
In the words of the great grandmother, these suitors will only affect the speed of her square dance.
As she got older, she gradually relaxed her requirements for suitors and would go out to eat with some old men.
But no matter what, she refused to remarry.
An Xia still remembers that when he was young, his grandmother once stroked his head while looking up at the sunset by the sea.
The dim sunlight shone on her wrinkled but still energetic face. Her gray hair was permed into the most fashionable big waves at the time. She also wore a pair of black sunglasses and a floral dress.
An Xia still remembers that the floral dress was a birthday gift from her grandfather to her grandmother.
The cool sea breeze blew in from the sea, the hem of Grandma's skirt fluttered slightly, and her gray hair fluttered in the wind behind her. Even the curve of each strand of hair was exquisite.
Behind them, a group of Grandma's admirers held banners and shouted in support:
"Xiu Lan, Xiu Lan, I love you! Like a mouse loves rice!"
—— "Yu is your last name! Huo is your life! Xiulan, just go ahead bravely, we will always be your most loyal backers!"
—— "You vote and I vote, Xiulan will debut tomorrow! If you don't vote and I don't vote, when will Xiulan come out!"
Oh, yes, but his grandmother is participating in a square dancer group selection show jointly organized by their community and other communities.
"I am your grandmother!
"
Also known as: "Hot-tempered old lady 101"
Although An Xia was also very shocked that their community could find 101 hot-tempered old ladies, this did not prevent his grandmother from becoming the hot candidate for the center position of the girl group selection show with an absolute advantage.
Facing the enthusiastic suitor behind her, the great-grandmother had a blank expression. She moved her mouth and adjusted the dentures in her mouth:
"Little Anxia, you must always remember one thing."
Little Anxia looked up in a daze: "What is it, great-grandmother."
Yu Xiulan said in a steady tone:
"When you grow up, never get married just for the sake of getting married. Marriage is a huge siege. Some people want to get in, while others try their best to get out. Great-grandmother doesn't want you to regret it then."
Such profound truth made little Anxia confused. He only knew that among the little old men who were waving flags and shouting behind them, many wanted to marry the great-grandmother.
Little Anxia asked again in a childish voice: "Then which grandpa will you marry after you die?"
Yu Xiulan raised her eyebrows under her sunglasses:
"Your grandma, I don't want to get married yet, but I don't mind having some fun with them.
After all, when people are bored, they will find an alpha or beta to have some fun with their feelings."
Little Anxia's eyes widened slightly. How to play with feelings
? Is it like Xiaohong, the class flower in the class next to him?
Xiaohong will hold up the latest toy her father bought for her and let everyone in the class call her queen. What will the grandma hold up
? Is it her recently customized gold-studded false teeth?
Noticing the increasingly strange look of her great-grandson, Yu Xiulan cleared her throat and quickly changed the subject:
"Little Anxia, are you hungry? Let's go home now. Grandma will make you your favorite fried tomato eggs!"
In the next ten years, grandma really showed her open-minded view of love to the extreme - only love but not marriage.
As she got older, until she finally reached the age of 100, the hot-tempered old lady Yu Xiulan gradually calmed down and withdrew from her big fish pond.
Now, after several years, An Xia heard the news that his great grandmother was in love again. How could he not worry about Yu Xiulan?
An Xia began to read the information of Yu Xiulan's "boyfriend" Sima Qiang word by word:
[Sima Qiang, no, it should be Grandpa Qiang, who is 90 years old this year, single, has a house, a car, and a pension, is in good health, has a cheerful personality, has a wide range of interests and hobbies, and especially likes to invent gadgets. ]
From these information, it can be seen that Grandpa Qiang is a kind and amiable old man, with a clean family background and no weird hobbies or bad habits.
An Xia was relieved a little bit, as expected, his great grandmother's vision of people is still accurate.
Let him see what this strong old man likes to invent.
Seeing this, An Xia couldn't help but be silent──
[He recently designed a pair of luminous reading glasses for a blind old friend...]
An Xia was silent for a while, and then read it carefully again.
He clearly knew every word, but why couldn't he understand it when it was put together?
How could such a devilish invention exist in this day and age!
Fu Qingchen, who had been listening to his inner voice, was also silent. This was a bit of a hellish joke.
He wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh, because this laugh would mean the loss of ten years of merit.
An Xia flipped through it again, trying to find some useful inventions from Sima Qiang's information.
[...Well, he also designed a senior foot strength training for sprinting for his old brother who suffers from leg diseases. 】
Looking back, Sima Qiang also made a lot of shocking inventions that An Xia couldn't understand.
Although he couldn't understand, he was shocked, because Sima Qiang not only wanted to invent these things, he even wanted to personally deliver these things to his good brother.
What kind of sorrow and resentment is there here to do such a wicked thing?
An Xia's first impression of Sima Qiang changed from a kind and amiable old man to a kind and amiable but very wicked old man.
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My brain is stuck today, and I am not satisfied with what I write no matter how I delete or reduce it, but I will be sorry for everyone if I don't update it, so I still wrote this short chapter to let everyone relieve their gluttony.
There is another important thing to inform you, this article has officially entered the final stage, and it will be finished in about a week.
Starting tomorrow, I will try to update more than 7500 pages every day, and I will make sure that everyone will enjoy watching!