Chapter 67

Compared with Yan Yiqing's recent rare freedom, Liao Zilu seems to be in a hurry, not only to serve her husband, but also to serve her husband's grandfather and mother.

Zhang Xirui held the new recipe that Liao Zilu had just printed in his hand, and his pretty eyebrows looked up with disdain. "Is this your recipe arrangement? How can these things like inside be eaten by rongmo? Did you forget that he was still suffering from gastrointestinal inflammation? And this, how can you eat such a greasy thing? Have you ever studied what a person with a bad stomach should eat? How dare you show me such a recipe? "

"I... I don't know... I'll take it back and rearrange it..."

Looking at Liao Zilu's timid appearance, Zhang Xirui waved his hands and motioned to let her go down.

Her brain suddenly began to ache, and she kept massaging her temples.

She didn't expect that this son's temporary marriage woman was worse than the ordinary Filipino maid in the family. She didn't know what her husband could eat and couldn't eat when he was sick.

Liao Zilu is even busier.

And Rong Mo is playing chess with Mr. Rong in the middle of the living room.

Mr. Rong has always been good at this, and Mr. Rong Mo has been playing chess with him since he was a child, although he has lost for so many years.

Looking at his own grandson holding a sunspot in his hand, he blocked all his way back. His ruthlessness really had his style of that year.

"My grandfather is old. I can't get you any more." Mr. Rong saw that there was no more room for him to go down in the whole game. He looked at the crutch in his hand, tapped it gently on the ground, and then stood up with it.

"Grandfather..."

Rong Mo holds Rong Laozi to sit down on the leather sofa. The sofa is covered with the heaviest white bear leather cushion. The hair is very rough, and it is very clear one by one. At first sight, it is a good thing to smuggle, but such a good thing in Rong's home is just a simple cushion laid on the sofa in the living room.

"It's Rong Mo who is too cruel to play chess. My grandfather is still very strong. How old is he..." Rong Mo said good things. He was wearing a relaxed and simple casual suit, a beige coat and British style trousers. He didn't have any hairstyle on his hair. He was very relaxed and fresh. He looked much younger than usual.

It's like a student just out of school.

"My grandfather watched you grow up from a little bit to now, even taller than my grandfather. My grandfather gave you all the Rong family he worked hard for all his life. Rong family is not only my grandfather's Rong family, but also yours. You should remember that it's my grandfather's life. No matter what happens, you have to hold him first. You are a child that my grandfather saw growing up, My grandfather is always at ease in doing things, so he won't say much about it. "

In the eyes of Mr. Rong, it seems that he is recalling something.

The side face and Rong Mo are carved in a mill.

They are worthy of being grandparents and grandchildren.

It's Rong Mo who thinks after listening to his grandfather.

What does grandfather mean by that? Is it a reminder of what he has done recently?

Does grandfather already know?

He doesn't dare to take risks. He finally uses so many methods to divorce Lu Qin and Yan Yiqing. He doesn't care about anything. If it comes to that day, he really doesn't know how to choose.

On the one hand is his respected grandfather, on the other hand is the woman he loves.

He really doesn't understand.

"In the past few years, my grandfather has always felt a little bit hard in his body, and gradually he can't help himself. I'm afraid there's nothing to live for, and that's enough. In the future, you'll be the head of the Rong family. Any decision you make is crucial to the development and extinction of the Rong family. If you are the same child as Rong Xu, I'm afraid my grandfather won't give you the Rong family, But you're not the same as Rong Xu. You don't care as much about feelings as Rong Xu. I don't understand Rong Xu's mind. He never has any interest in Rong's family. If you have the ability, you can help him more. After all, he's your brother. He's a member of Rong's family. He won't be on the street. No matter how many prejudices you have against him, grandfather still wants you to have a brother, You can't forget about blood. "

The light in Mr. Rong's eyes seems to be covered with many stars.

I fell out in the sun.

Is he different from Rong Xu?

Rong Mo doesn't seem to approve very much.

Or grandfather underestimated the importance of Yan Yiqing to him.

Sometimes he doesn't understand what Yanyiqing is to him?

If you really take Yan Yiqing and Rong Shi to make a choice, then he will definitely choose Rong Shi.

He doesn't live alone. He lives for Rong. Sometimes people live not for themselves but for others.

The French window was almost able to reflect the figure of people, clean light, Rong Mo turned his face to be able to see his face on the glass, as well as the indomitable Mint spreading outside the French window.

It was many years ago when Yan Yiqing came to Rong's house to play and accidentally broke a pot of mint. Later, she couldn't find any potted plants and didn't want to be found broken by Rong's family. So at that time, they dug a hole in the land with their hands and finally buried the mint.

It's been so many years now, and they've been through so many things.

And those peppermint plants are very tenacious growing there.

It seems that no matter how long you go through, how many times the owner of this house has changed, they all take root and multiply here.

Sometimes he envies ordinary people.

Be able to marry and have children with the people you like, and finally grow old and bury them together.

But he and Yan Yiqing are impossible.

At this time Yan Yiqing is changing Xiao Mengyao's little skirt. I don't know if she was scolded by someone. Suddenly, her nose is very itchy, and then she sneezes.

"Ha Cho"

Since Rong Mo began to go back to Rong's home and began to raise her stomach, Yan Yiqing is very happy every day.

Xiao Mengyao brought her the latest clothes to change.

It's not that Yan Yiqing doesn't have any clothes, but the whole apartment doesn't have any women's clothes except for Rong Mo's clothes.

It's obvious that she didn't want to escape.

"Qingqing, I said you really won't be with rongmo, will you?"

Now this time is just the time when Wang Ma won't come, so she called Xiao Mengyao.

Xiao Mengyao constantly looked around, this room full of male popularity.

"It's like what you see." Yan Yiqing said with her clothes in her hand.