"Dad, Mom, don't weed, look who I brought back."

Back in Biewan, Nangong Yaoguang grabbed Murong Haitian's hand tightly, and couldn't wait to rush to the courtyard, trembling with excitement.

"Optimus? What did you bring him for? Take him away and don't let your mom see it. The old man noticed the arrival, his deep eyebrows were tightly locked, he was a little dissatisfied, and he turned a blind eye to Murong Qingtian.

"Are you my grandfather?" Murong Haitian looked at the old man in front of him and wondered.

"Why, why don't you stay with your father, why are you doing here?" The old man didn't notice that Murong Haitian didn't seem to know him, as for Murong Qingtian, although he hadn't met the old man a few times, he must still know that it was his grandfather for the old man.

"Dad!" Nangong Yaoguang stepped forward quickly, muttered in the old man's ear, the old man's heart was almost unbearable, the pruning knife in his hand, with a bang, fell to the ground, and asked in a trembling voice: "You.. You.... It's Haitian??? ”

"Well, I am, I'm here to know about my mother, can you tell me?" Murong Haitian has no impression of the old man, deep down.

Noticing Murong Haitian's puzzled expression, the old man's hands kept shaking, as the chairman of the Guangling Group, Nangong Hang, of course, has the instinct to observe words and colors, if it was Qingtian's kid, it is estimated that he would drink him in a word.

"Boy, come here, let me see." Nangong Hang's trembling hands beckoned to Murong Haitian.

When Nangong Hang's hand touched Murong Haitian's face, Murong Haitian could clearly feel the tremor transmitted from the old man's palm, which made Murong Haitian feel a very warm feeling.

"Okay, come, come with me to see your grandma." Nangong Hang's hands trembled and held Murong Haitian's left hand, and tears were inadvertently overflowing.

"Brother Xiaofeng, it's so strange, why do you say that the Nangong family hates the Murong family so much, isn't that big brother also from the Murong family? Why their attitude? Xiao Xiao on the side, holding the hand of the wind and rubbing the snow, was puzzled.

"I don't know, let's go, let's see." The wind rubbed the snow, Xiaoxiao, Wan Wan, Lei Zhengyu, and the four of them followed quickly.

"Old woman, the sea .. Sky.... Haitian is back. Approaching the evergreen tree, an old woman squatted under the tree, and when she heard the sound, she thought she had heard it wrong: "Optimus? ”

The old woman was puzzled, although she didn't like Qingtian, but Qingtian was still her grandson, the son of her daughter, and she still maintained a silent attitude towards him.

"No, it's not Qingtian, he's Haitian, Haitian, he liked to stick to you the most when I was a child."

"Wife, don't I understand you? I'm fine, don't comfort me, it's been a long time since I've been with my grandmother. The old woman's complicated eyes glanced at "Murong Qingtian" and smiled forcefully.

"Call grandma, when you were a child, do you remember? Every time your grandmother hugs you, you like to pee your pants in her arms. Nangong Hang's eyes were full of tears and he kept talking.

"Pee your pants?" Murong Haitian thought about it, and some vague pictures seemed to appear in his mind, and vaguely, he remembered to urinate on a person's head, and said suspiciously: "It seems that I remember that I urinated on a mother-in-law's head when I was a child." ”

Boom!!! ~

As soon as Murong Haitian's words fell, the old woman's heart trembled violently, evoking a dusty scene: "You... You... What did you just say? ”

"It seems that I have urinated on a mother-in-law's head, but I can't seem to remember who it is." Murong Haitian shook his head and vaguely recalled, as for his appearance, he had forgotten it all a long time ago.

"You.. You.... It's really Haitian. The old woman's heel was about to knock down, which startled Murong Haitian, and quickly stepped forward to help the old woman steady: "Be careful." ”

"Are you Haitian?" With tears in her eyes, the old woman's tears fell out of her eyes one by one, unwilling to wipe them dry or stop crying, hugging Murong Haitian tightly.

Not every story ends with a happy smile or a heart-wrenching tear.

In front of them, the four of them were moved, especially Wan Wan, who was even more confused by the recognition of her mother-in-law and grandson, and inadvertently, her face was full of tears.

"Go back to the house, go back to the house."

From the beginning of entering Nangong Biewan, the hands of the two old men have never left Murong Haitian, lest one let go, and Murong Haitian will disappear from their eyes.

Soon, under the slow recollection of Murong Haitian, the days of the welfare home, the pranks of the school, and the current life, the two old men of Nangong Hang were even more sad when they heard it, and they couldn't cry for a long time, a dignified Nangong family's favorite grandson was reduced to that kind of life, but what made them happiest today was that their favorite grandson came back, it was really Haitian.

"Child, I'm sorry for you." The old woman's tears fell again, clutching Murong Haitian's hands.

"By the way, Haitian, what's going on with your face?" Nangong Hang, staring at Murong Haitian's face, his face sank, and under the excitement, even Nangong Yaoguang ignored it, if it wasn't for his father's reminder, he really didn't notice the slightly puffy face.

"This ....." Murong Haitian didn't know how to answer, he had basically determined that Murong Xinming was his father.

"Dad, just with Haitian and them, and the people of the Murong family, if I guessed correctly, it must have been fought by the Murong family." Nangong Yaoguang guessed.

"What, he dares to incite my grandson? Haitian, tell your grandfather if it was the Murong family's hand. Suddenly, Nangong Hang's eyes flashed with an uncontrollable anger.

"It's okay, grandpa, can you tell me about my mother?" Murong Haitian was very eager to know.

"What's okay, even my Nangong Hang's grandson they dare to move, twenty years ago, I endured it, and now I ....." Nangong Hang directly dialed a phone call: "At any cost, give me all my strength to suppress the Murong family's industry, and I must not let them have room to turn around." ”

In Nangong Hang's words, it seemed that the pent-up anger in the past suddenly erupted like a volcano, even Nangong Yaoguang had never seen his father so annoyed for a long time, thinking about it, the Murong family must be uncomfortable.

"That grandfather, can you forget it?" Murong Haitian spoke, although he didn't understand what had happened, but he didn't want to cause discord between the two families again because of his own reasons.

"Count? Twenty years ago, if it weren't for ....."

"Wife!" Murong Haitian's grandmother motioned for Nangong Hang not to mention it in front of her grandson, turned to look at Feng Luxue and the others and said, "Thank you very much, thank you for taking care of my grandson for so long." ”

"Ah, mother-in-law, you're wrong, it's the eldest brother who has been taking care of us." Wan Wan said embarrassedly.

"You are Wanwan, just like Haitian, you can call my grandmother, you can sit down for a while, and then you can start eating." The old woman smiled kindly.

"Thank you!" Wan Wan was extremely windy and kneading snow and others, all of whom seemed inexplicably restrained, but at the same time, she was very happy for her eldest brother.

"Dad, when did you come back, oh, grandma, we have a guest?" A beautiful figure suddenly appeared and walked out of it, and noticed that there were several people sitting on the sofa in the living room and said suspiciously, as if in her impression, there were few guests in their house.

"Come, Xiang'er come down, grandma will introduce you." Murong Haitian's grandmother said to the girl who walked down.

"Okay!"

The girl who came walked down, looked fixedly, looked at the comer, was stunned, and took a sip of water.

"Poof!! ~”

Suddenly thought of something, and the boiling water in his mouth couldn't help but spray out: "It's you?" ”

"You are?" Wan Wan was puzzled, but Feng Rubbing Xue recognized the person, it turned out to be the Nangong Xiang of the Nangong family in the star field, is it so coincidental? The wind and snow didn't forget that the little "black" in the game gave her a handful, and this time the gun was blocked.

"Murong Qianxin of the Lafeng family, the little witch Wanwan, the Murong Hongren Xiaoxiao, the thundershower, and the hateful dead fox, okay, it's sent to the door, say, dead fox, how to count the account that slandered me?" Nangong Xiang directly asked the teacher.

"You are that Nangong Xiang? That Nangong Xiang who brushed Fengzi's brother at the door of the gang before? Wan Wan's eyes widened.

"You know?" The old woman wondered.

"Know, of course know, and very know." Nangong Xiang's eyes were fierce and stared at the wind and snow, what kind of low emotional intelligence, blushing, single, zero-distance skin-to-skin contact, every time she encountered a personal accident in her star field, this account, Nangong Xiang has always remembered, but she didn't expect to finally catch the helper this time.

"That's good, you know, this is your cousin Haitian." Nangong Xiang noticed that "Murong Qianxin" who had been holding her hand tightly by her grandmother all this time, and said suspiciously: "Grandma, didn't you say that Cousin Haitian was long gone?" Where did a cousin pop up this time? Don't let them fool you. ”

"What are you talking about?" The old woman glared at Nangong Xiang dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up and apologize to your cousin." ”

"What, I'll just talk about it!" Nangong Xiang withdrew her gaze from the wind and snow, and fell on Murong Haitian: "Hey, you are the cousin who makes my grandparents forget?" Auntie's son? It can't be a fake, right? ”

"Xiang'er, don't talk nonsense, he's really your cousin!" Nangong Yaoguang walked over and shouted softly, presumably Nangong Xiang is still favored in Nangong's house.

"Got it, Dad!" Nangong Xiang has never met the so-called cousin, and he is dressed like a poor relative, but Nangong Xiang knows that they are not poor at all, as the core player of the Lafeng family, each member is worth nearly one million.

Especially the fox in front of him, just for his achievements in the star field, he is definitely a trench-level character, and he is not going to cheat, and Nangong Xiang has inherited her grandfather's ingenuity, which is not at all reasonable, because she can't think of a reason for Feng Xue and others to cheat.

Especially the dead fox in front of him, occupying the ancient demon lord, if you want to make a little profit, just brush a few days of copying, and it is still his only one.