Fu Nanli put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his expression was already faint: "That's my job responsibility." ”

I don't mean to shake your hand.

Qiu Ya pursed her lips, withdrew her hand, and smiled.

Fu Huaiyong was so angry that he grinded his teeth, the stinky boy didn't give face to others at all, and he didn't give face to this old man.

"Xiaoya is a violinist, just like your father, don't you like to engage in art, you should have a common language."

Fu Nanli smiled on the surface, "I'm not very interested in art, my girlfriend plays the pipa, maybe Miss Qiu has time to talk to my girlfriend, there should be a common language." ”

Fu Huaiyong's face sank.

Qiu Ya's expression was also fleeting with a hint of embarrassment, and she quickly regained her smile, "Can I have that chance?" ”

Fu Nanli: "One of you is Western music and the other is folk music, and you may not be able to talk about going together." ”

Qiu Ya smiled: "Art does not distinguish between East and West. ”

Fu Nanli raised his hand to look at his watch: "It's not early, grandpa, can you eat?" ”

Fu Huaiyong greeted Uncle Li: "Let's eat." ”

Uncle Li and Aunt Rong hurriedly went to the kitchen to serve dishes together.

Qiu Ya was arranged to sit next to Fu Nanli.

Ye Minqiu came down from upstairs, and when she saw this weird aura, her brows jumped, the old man is arranging a blind date for Nanli, looking at her son's yin owl's expression, she really has no appetite at all.

Why is the old man bothering? Why do you have to fight against your grandson?

She pressed Fu Nanli's shoulder: "You sit opposite, and I will sit with Xiaoya." ”

Qiu Ya wanted to speak and stopped, Auntie is gone.

Fu Nanli immediately got up and sat on the opposite side.

There were four people at the table, two of them had relaxed expressions, and the expressions of the two were indescribable.

Fu Huaiyong glanced at his daughter-in-law unhappily, "Isn't it good to let their young people sit together?" There is a common language. ”

Ye Minqiu pretended to be sad: "Dad, do you mean I'm old?" ”

Where can Fu Huaiyong say about his daughter-in-law, who has always been able to speak well, "I didn't say that you are old." ”

Fu Nanli: "You are not old, you look at most forty." ”

Ye Minqiu said lightly: "When I went back to the beauty salon, my masseur said that I looked at a maximum of thirty, why did you add ten years old to me out of thin air?" ”

"Others want to make your money, so naturally pick up what you want to hear, you won't be so naïve as to believe everything, right?"

Ye Minqiu snorted lightly, "It's really harder to let you say something nice than to ascend to the sky." ”

The mother and son were talking with each other, as if they deliberately didn't let Qiu Ya interject.

Ye Minqiu knows more about his son, this kid has Wen Qiao alone in his eyes, and others can't get into his eyes anymore, why should the old man be an elder who doesn't understand people?

Fu Huaiyong sighed lightly, and finally spoke: "Minqiu, is this your hospitality?" How can you chill a guest? ”

Qiu Ya hurriedly said, "Grandpa Fu, it's okay, I like to listen to Auntie and Nanli talk." ”

Ye Minqiu smiled with her eyebrows, this girl's wrist is okay, much stronger than He Qian and He Yan, at least she is not disgusted on the surface, who doesn't like a well-behaved girl who is well-read?

I hope she won't be obsessed with He Yan, and like her family's cold-blooded animal son except for Wen Qiao.

Although Qiu Ya was reasonable, Fu Nanli was indifferent to this, lowering her eyes, pinching the chopsticks with her slender fingers, and slowly and methodically pinching the dishes on the plate.

Ye Minqiu occasionally said a few words to Qiu Ya, "I heard that he plays the violin?" "Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.