Chapter 1339: Miss Zhen Zhen

He dotes on this granddaughter because the granddaughter looks like a grandmother, not only the looks, but also the personality and temper. However, his sister is a very clever person, Zhen Zhen is already twenty years old and still an arrogant eldest lady with a bad temper.
How to inherit the huge Feng family in the future?
"Okay, old sir." Director Xing humbly bent over.
"I don't want to study. My hobby is to dance and sing. I will become a big star in the future." Feng Zhenzhen is beautiful and rich. Young girls prefer things that are shining and eye-catching.
She didn't want to deal with a bunch of dead things all day long.
"Naughty." The old man said dissatisfied.
It's a pity that Feng Zhenzhen has never been afraid of him since he was a child, and he didn't listen to him at all. Instead, his eyes were attracted by the silver necklace on the table. Her eyes were quick and she reached out and took the necklace in her hand, and looked up and down.
"This is Mithril's?" As expected of a descendant of a century-old family, even if he doesn't like it anymore, he still has the least vision. "But it's too ordinary, it's not worth a few dollars. How do you put this kind of thing on your table, Grandpa? It's tainted your table."
After speaking, throw it away easily and accurately throw the necklace into the trash can by the table.
Manager Xing was startled and it was too late to stop.
The necklace was thrown into the trash can, and Mr. Feng's face suddenly sank. He is an old man with very good self-cultivation, and he can control his emotions very well, even if he is angry, ordinary people can't see it.
At this moment, he stared at Feng Zhenzhen for an instant, the disgust in his eyes did not hide.
"Grandpa..." Feng Zhenzhen almost couldn't stand on his high-heeled legs. Knowing that he was in a disaster, he hurriedly bent over and picked up the necklace from the trash can.
"Grandpa, don't be angry, I'm too capricious. Does this...does this necklace have any special meaning?"
"Come here!" The old gentleman said nothing, but shouted to the outside.
"Hello, old gentleman, what are your orders?" The middle-aged butler who also dressed in Tang suit walked in and asked, bending over. His surname is Ni, and he has followed the old man for decades. Manager Xing is the two chief managers of Feng's Manor, one for the outside and the other for the inside.
"Shut her to me in the ancestral hall, and think about regretting when to know when to let it go. She is not allowed to eat or drink."
"Yes!" Manager Ni bent over and made a please gesture to Feng Zhenzhen, "Miss Zhenzhen, please."
Although General Manager Ni is in the Lord, anyone who treats him as an ordinary servant would be wrong. Even the arrogant Feng Zhenzhen did not dare to disobey, she took one last look at the old gentleman and followed Manager Ni out.
"Old sir, Miss Zhenzhen is still young, and she will understand in a few years."
"Fine, I shouldn't force her." The old man sighed, took a black velvet jewelry box, and carefully put the necklace in it. "You go call Xiao Si."
"Yes."
Before long, a young man in a suit came in, and he could see the delicate features unique to Feng's family from his facial features. He is the grandson of the old man, ranked fourth, and his name is Feng Jianxi.
Now he has contact with the family business, and the auction house is in charge.
"Grandpa, look for me."
The old man passed the jewelry box over, "Take care of this thing, and then send it back to me."