Chapter 1097: One thousand and eighteen

Chapter 1097: One Thousand and One Hundred and Eighteen
"I usually call you, and I do n’t even go home, so I have to come back for a while. Are you going to tear me down?"
A sudden, old voice came over.
It's Mr. Feng. He has changed the home clothes he usually sleeps in, and is no longer a Zhongshan suit, but even so, he was quite imposing when he was holding a leading stick.
Whether it was bodyguards or servants around him, he didn't even dare to say a word.
At this time, it was only the chairman who dared to stop the young master.
Feng Nai stopped for a moment, and her deep eyes looked over.
In fact, Grandpa Feng still had a little bit of imagination, after all, he let Xiaobei go.
But in front of his grandson, he couldn't break the field.
Coupled with the fact that Mr. Feng's business has not been shocked for many years, if nothing happened, he looked at the butler at his side: "Return the thing to him, and when others in the province talk about it, my Feng Xiao's grandson is a garbage collector."
"Yes." The steward responded to this sentence.
Feng Nai had already stood up there, so she was half-handed with one hand, looking at Grandpa Feng, her voice was not slow or slow: "Why is it the year of forgetting the friendship?"
Mr. Feng knows the perseverance of his grandson, and he will not understand without giving him an answer: "Nair, you are too young. At this time, it is better to be apart than to be together."
"I don't know anything about it, and I don't like the thought of leaving for the sake of me." At night, Feng Nai's face looked very expensive and handsome: "In that case, what am I?"
Mr. Feng looked up: "If she is in your heart, you can't come to this gift box. Why did she leave? If you don't have an answer, then you deserve no one."
Feng Nai's right hand clenched bit by bit: "No matter what the reason, I am not strong enough in the final analysis, do you want to say this?"
"Just understand." Father Feng motioned to the housekeeper to hand over the things.
Feng Nai didn't answer immediately, his eyes suddenly turned dark at night, and a wind blew through his black hair: "I would like to ask her if she ever thought about it, even once, for me . "
"Looks like you haven't fully understood yet." Father Feng paced and passed him, "think about it."
Feng Nai stood slender and didn't speak again.
He didn't move, and the steward didn't dare to move.
When the moonlight falls, you can feel the slight cold at night.
Finally, he raised his hand and held the gift box in his hand, his eyes lightened: "Who will understand what you old-school people are thinking."
housekeeper:……
After the words fell, he opened his gift box with a finger.
The steward was also watching, and after seeing what was inside, his eyes widened slowly, and even the rigorous expression had obvious changes.
"Here, Miss Mo, does she ..."
I haven't waited for the housekeeper to finish.
Feng Nai covered the gift box and glanced at him casually.
The steward immediately changed his voice: "Does the young master need to wipe his towel?"
"No." Feng Nai looked back: "Tell grandpa that he didn't think right."
Housekeeper: ... In the impression of the father, Miss Mo was indeed not so sturdy.
However, what does the young master mean?
Whether to wait or not.
Why do you feel that the gift box is casual?
Except for the steward, the rest did not know what their young master had received.
Just watching the steward ’s response, I was a little curious ...
(End of this chapter)