Chapter 62 The Old Man Who Jumps Around (3)

Like a lively bunny, the little loli jumped up from the chair, full of surprise and joy, and wanted to go over and say hello to the great grandfather.

But as soon as he got up, he was pulled back by Song Qingwan.

"Auntie?"

Song Qingwan looked at the bewildered and beautiful eyes of the little girl, paused for a moment, made a random excuse, and said in a low voice:

"Don't go! Your great grandfather is thinking about something. We'd better not disturb him, or your great grandfather will be angry."

Hearing this, the little girl obediently sat back in her seat and nodded: "Okay, then I won't go, Lili doesn't want to be angry with Grandpa."

Seeing her being so obedient, Song Qingwan smiled and rubbed her head. Unable to hold back, she lowered her head and kissed her again:

"Baby is so sweet! Oh, by the way, where did we just say?"

Little Loli thought for a while: "Auntie, you talked about the fight when my father was three years old."

"Yes, yes, I remembered,"

Song Qingwan's mouth twitched, and she continued with a smile, "Your father, he has been restless since he was a child. He was only three years old at the time, so he beat someone else's six-year-old child, saying that the other party was too good-looking. Ugly, it's in the way of his eyes..."

"Dad will fight when he is three years old?" The puppy's legs, Lu Li's eyes lit up, with a look of admiration: "Dad is amazing!"

"It's very powerful," Song Qingwan twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking back on the past, she couldn't help laughing, "But as soon as he got home, he was beaten up by my brother..."

The little girl's expression instantly became sluggish: "Dad is so pitiful...Why did Grandpa beat Dad?"

"He is pitiful, the worst is him!"

"?"

Song Qingwan snorted coldly:

"At that time, after your grandfather beat him up, your father turned around and told your great-grandfather, and then your great-grandfather gave your grandfather a hard beating, and your father came over halfway to patch up his feet, almost Makes your grandfather mad."

After Song Qingwan finished talking about Lu Junhan's three-year-old deeds, she raised her head to pay attention, and the old man returned to his place again.

When Song Qingwan started talking about Lu Junhan's five-year-old, the old man walked over slowly.

When talking about the age of seven, the old man went back again.

Just so many times, Song Qingwan almost told everything about Lu Junhan from childhood to adulthood, and the old man came over again.

This time it was directly towards them.

Song Qingwan had been paying attention to him, so when she saw him approaching, she didn't know whether to get up or not, or Lu Li raised her head and called him obediently:

"Grandpa!"

"Um."

It's rare, the old man actually responded!

Is the sun coming out of the west?

Song Qingwan was surprised, and now she finally got up: "Dad..."

"You are busy with your work, I have nothing to do,"

The old man had his hands behind his back, and his body standing in front of them was extra tall and stiff.

However, his eyes looked at the lake filled with all kinds of fish in front of Song Qingwan several times, his eyes glowed, but the duck's mouth was still hard.

"...I just sit for too long, just walk around and move around."

Song Qingwan was even more surprised. In her opinion, the old man is not someone who likes to explain.

He usually only issues various orders in cold blood, and others only need to execute them without asking, and he won't explain much.

"Um... that's fine, Dad, you're welcome... but it's pretty hot now, would you like something to drink?"

Song Qingwan actually didn't hold out much hope.

The table is full of iced drinks that young people and children like to drink. The old man is very old-fashioned. He usually only drinks hot tea, and it is the kind of hot tea that has just been brewed. He is also very particular about the variety of tea.

In short, the mouth is very picky.

But to her surprise, the old man really wanted it.

I saw him coughing lightly in embarrassment, his serious face was a little unnatural, but his tone was still a habitual command: "Then what... Bring me a glass of orange juice."

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