Zhou Lu drove to the Han family in Changning City.
It covers a huge area, a whole large manor.
There is a team of fully armed bodyguards guarding the gate and no outsiders are allowed to enter.
The majestic gate alone is enough to make people take notice.
The guard who had been notified in advance decisively opened the door and let Zhu Mo's vehicle pass when he saw it approaching.
After passing through a nearly one-kilometer-long garden path, the car finally arrived at its destination and stopped in front of a magnificent, independent five-story villa.
The Han family had been waiting outside for a long time.
It must be said that Han Ningchu's status in the Han family is indeed unquestionable.
Han Mengliang is only seven years older than Zhu Min, and he looks energetic and full of vigor.
Who would have thought that it would only be a few years before this head of the family abdicated.
On the contrary, Han Ningchu's father, Han Yingfan, is only in his early forties and looks younger.
Because of Han Ningchu's arrival, these two members of the Han family broke the record of the youngest patriarchs of the four major families.
In the end, the record was broken by 21-year-old Han Ningchu, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for anyone to surpass it in the future.
Han Ningchu hurriedly pulled Zhu Mo out of the car, pulled him forward, and said proudly, "My boyfriend."
"Oh, Xiao Mo, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are so handsome." Han Mengliang walked up to him and said with a familiar smile.
"Hello Grandpa, it's been a long time since we last met." Zhu Mo nodded slightly, turned around and asked Zhou Lu to help take down the gifts.
"You're here, so what do you need to bring? Your father always comes to my house empty-handed." Han Mengliang laughed and began to ask about Zhu Min's recent situation.
"Um...Fifth brother, go in and ask someone to bring a pillow and a set of toiletries to my room..."
Han Ningchu ordered his younger brother.
Han Xingchen didn't dare to disobey his elder sister's instructions. He made an OK gesture and walked in.
"Fuck, what are you doing? You can do the art of splitting yourself into two, and you want two sets of toiletries, beautiful...sister." Han Xingyun said while holding back his laughter.
When he saw Han Ningchu, he thought of that night. The little windmill will be a memory he will never forget.
Similarly, the day he laughed so hard that he was hospitalized was something he would never forget in his life.
"Are you stupid? Of course it's because Zhu Mo wants to sleep in the same room with me." Han Ningchu said coldly.
"What do you mean by 'Zhu Mo thinks'? I think it's clearly you who thinks." Han Xingyun was so outspoken, not giving any face at all, and exposing his elder sister's true thoughts in public.
"Heh... Han Xingyun, it looks like you're itching for trouble."
Han Ningchu's face was gloomy and murderous.
Seeing his elder sister like this, Han Xingyun instantly felt regretful and swallowed his saliva and said, "It's over... I'm ruined."
Zhu Mo hurriedly hugged Han Ningchu and whispered softly in her ear: "Okay, senior sister."
After hearing Zhu Mo's words, Han Ningchu instantly turned from a tiger into a kitten, leaning obediently in Zhu Mo's arms.
"Um...Xiao Mo, come in with uncle." Han Mengliang stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Mo.
When Zhu Mo heard Han Mengliang's name, he broke out in a cold sweat.
There was also a slight change in expression on Han Yingfan's smiling face.
Han Ningchu's younger brothers were stunned on the spot, with horror on their faces.
"That grandpa...you are not at the age of Alzheimer's disease, how can you call yourself Zhu Mo's uncle? Are you kidding me?" Han Xingyun's mouth twitched.
I wonder how the generation got messed up?
Calling Zhu Mo, who is one year younger than me, brother-in-law is already the bottom line, but now I have to call him uncle?
"That's right. According to seniority... Zhu Mo should be my younger brother." Han Yingfan said with a smile, turning around and calling Zhu Mo "Brother."
"Uh... Uncle, just call me by my normal name." Zhu Mo said awkwardly.
The sons of the Han family looked at each other with extremely complicated expressions.
As soon as he walked in, Han Song, the Han family's chief steward, came over with a group of servants, nodded slightly to Han Mengliang and Han Yingfan, and bowed to Han Ningchu: "Master, you can have dinner now."
Although this butler is old, he has an extraordinary bearing. His every move can make people feel his nobility and majesty.
And he is a quasi-saint.
The Han family's background is truly astonishing, and the quasi-saint actually lets them use him as housekeepers.
Then he bowed to Zhu Mo: "Master."
The servants following behind him bowed and shouted in unison: "Master."
My goodness, this Han family has always respected Han Ningchu as the only one from within, right? They are so powerful.
Seeing Han Mengliang, who was older than him, Han Yingfan just nodded slightly.
But no matter from words or actions, he only recognizes Han Ningchu.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
At this moment, Han Ningchu's eyes were cold, and the aura he exuded was unusual than usual.
This is the senior sister’s usual state. Except in front of herself and her family, she is still the stern and cold head of the Han family.
Leading everyone into the restaurant, Han Ningchu pulled Zhu Mo to sit in the first seat on the right.
Several younger brothers looked surprised.
Normally, that seat is where Han Ningchu usually sits.
But he actually gave it to Zhu Mo directly. On second thought, it was reasonable for Zhu Mo to sit there according to seniority.
The servants had already brought dinner to the table, with all kinds of delicious dishes and a fragrant aroma.
Everyone in the Han family looked at Han Ningchu at the same time.
"Eat. I never see you guys look at me normally. Why are you pretending now?"
Glancing at Zhu Mo beside him, Han Mengliang smiled and said, "Ning Chu, I still remember that I asked Zhu Mo a question."
Han Ningchu threw some food into Zhu Mo's bowl, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the problem?"
Han Mengliang stroked his beard and smiled faintly:
"That was when you were a kid and you were sparring with Zhu Qing. At that time, I asked little Zhu Mo if he wanted to marry my Ning Chu in the future. He said..."
"Don't say half the words. What did Xiao Zhumo say?" Han Ningchu suddenly became interested and asked eagerly.
Han Mengliang suppressed his laughter: "He shook his head without even thinking about it, and looked disgusted."
"Ah this..."
Did old Biden do this on purpose?
But, you don’t think that senior will be angry with me because of this, right?
As Zhu Mo expected, Han Ningchu smiled, hugged Zhu Mo's waist and said charmingly: "Hehe. Man, you couldn't escape my clutches after all."
Zhu Mo touched his head and smiled awkwardly, not daring to respond in front of so many people.
Han Mengliang, who was asking for trouble, twitched his lips and smiled bitterly: "Let's eat."
I thought Han Ningchu would be angry after hearing this, but I never expected that she didn't take it seriously at all.
Zhu Mo's plate was piled high like a mountain by Han Ningchu.
"Open your mouth, ah~"
Han Ningchu even fed Zhu Mo himself, which made the men of the Han family at the dinner table break out in cold sweats.
Han Yingfan grumbled sadly, "Alas... Ning Chu has never fed me in his life. This hurts my heart..."
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