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Fu Huayong immediately understood one thing. So the reason he used his words was inherited by his clan.

"Old woman, you, you're really too old!"

Fu Huayong:...

Regarding this matter, being able to make a move was already giving Ning Jin a huge amount of face.

Not long later, Old Mistress Fu grabbed Fu Huayong's sleeves and leaned to his side, only then did he whisper into his ear, "Child, I know that you're trying to find an excuse for yourself, but can't you be more reliable?"

His eyes also looked at Old Master Fu from time to time.

Fu Huayong: Did he?

"A lot of things have to be taken into account, understand?" Fu Huayong crossed his legs and said casually, while Old Madam Fu thought that he was blaming her for poking him in the face. He even covered up and told Old Man Fu, "I know you're a good boy, and you don't want it to be published in the newspapers either. Alright, your grandfather and I will forgive you." That posture was really bold and straightforward.

Old Master Fu's chest jumped up and down when he heard it. When did he say he would forgive? His eyes stared fixedly at Old Madam Fu.

Fu Huayong's crossed legs trembled. Could it be that he wasn't clear enough? An invisible coldness radiated from his body. His eyes seemed lifeless, but he was secretly sizing up his surroundings.

"If not, I can say it again."

"You're going to say something shitty." The Old Master Fu could no longer tolerate it.

If Hua Yong had only been careless just now, he would have immediately left when she was covering him, not continuing to stay here. He raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and played around with Old a few times: "Stop quarreling, let Hua Yong finish."

It was something that should have been said in a few words, but it had been done in such a large circle.

Fu Huayong raised his eyes, and only when his grandmother pulled at his sleeves did he look at the sulking Old Master: "This woman knows where Ning Jin is, and eating with her is just a request from her."

With that, he levelled up the mines, causing huge waves. The Old Master and Old Granny were stunned, but Old Master Fu said with a disappointed face: "You bastard, why didn't you say it just now?"

Did he give him the chance?

Grandma immediately grabbed onto Fu Huayong's hand and asked anxiously: "You're not lying to us?"

Fu Huayong asked: "Do you know how I knew Ning Jin was in He Family?"

The two elders were both experienced fighters, so their answer was obvious. "This woman?"

Fu Huayong nodded and folded his hands on his knees. "She's a famous American hacker, it's not difficult for her to find out about these things."

This was a direct explanation, but Old Master Du asked, "How do you know she's not lying to you, or that your relationship is very deep?"

Fu Huayong raised his eyes. "This is the second time we've met."

Old Mistress Fu frowned, "Are you sure you haven't been tricked?" Fu Huayong was always smart, how could he believe a woman he met the second time?

Old Master Fu did not immediately speak up. After a moment of silence, his pupils enlarged as he guessed something, "Are you gambling?"

Fu Huayong's lips curved up in a cold sneer, "Other than her being unable to think of a better way, she can give it a try."

After chatting for a while, Old Master Fu knew that Fu Huayong had not changed.

However, a glint of light flashed across one of their eyes, "This woman must not be simple."

Of course, he would play if he had to, and his gaze was even colder as he looked at the newspaper. Otherwise, this toy would be published.

At night, B City was brightly lit, but it was a luxurious street. On the other side, the night was tranquil, making people feel relaxed and relaxed, and one could always hear the most primitive natural sounds.

Ning Jin lied down by the window and looked up to the sky. Tonight, the stars and moon were very bright, brighter than her eyes, and she didn't know how long she hadn't been able to relax like this. It was as if the surging ocean had suddenly calmed down, making people unable to imagine it.

"Don't catch a cold when the weather is cold." A warm voice sounded from behind him.

Soon after, his thin body was covered with clothes. If one took a careful sniff, they could even smell the fragrance that belonged to him.

"When did you come back? Why didn't I hear the door open?" Ning Jin turned around, and looked at He Qiu who was covered in dust. Didn't he say that he would be back very late?

"What can I do if you're so obsessed with me?" He Qiu's eyes showed amusement, there was even love in his eyes, but it was just too ethereal, causing people to not know if they were seeing things correctly, he extended his hand out to cover Ning Jin's hands that were cold from the wind, and not long later, his palms that were burning caused Ning Jin to feel embarrassed.

However, her rationality made her immediately pull her hand away, and a wave of disappointment filled He Qiu's heart, as the light in her eyes dimmed.

No matter how long it took, their relationship seemed to remain the same.

He Qiu pulled Ning Jin's hand and sat on the sofa. He leaned against Ning Jin's shoulder with undisguised exhaustion between his brows.

"Tired …" Her lazy voice was filled with fatal temptation, her fine, dense hair danced around Ning Jin's neck from time to time, making his heart itch impatiently. However, it was good for someone to lean on his shoulder when he was the most tired.

Her hand unconsciously moved between the boy's hair, but her hair was astonishingly supple. It always slipped from her fingertips, and she could not help but feel an unyielding feeling in her heart. She did not believe that she would not be able to catch this short hair.

"Ah, can you lighten it? My hair is very precious."

As Ning Jin was holding onto his hair proudly, he suddenly shouted and released his hand.

He Qiu rubbed his scalp, and said with a face full of resentment: "You actually mistreated me?" The eyes beneath the mirror were misty, like round water droplets. Ning Jin looked around guiltily, Eh, she really did not do it on purpose.

Who asked his hair to be disobedient?

However, these words couldn't be said. Otherwise, who knew how Ao Jiao would laugh at her.

As he turned his head to look elsewhere, he suddenly felt a soft and wet touch on his face. Ning Jin froze, and his eyes grew many times larger in an instant.