"No matter how I usually call you, I don't go home, but I finally come back, are you going to tear down my home?"

Suddenly, an old voice came.

It's Old Man Feng, he has changed into the home clothes he usually sleeps in, and he is no longer a tunic suit, but even so, he is quite imposing when he is on a dragon's head crutches.

Whether it was the bodyguards or the servants around, they didn't even dare to make a sound.

At this time, the only one who dared to stop the young master was the chairman.

Feng Nai paused for a moment, and looked at it with deep eyes.

In fact, Old Man Feng is still a little weak-hearted, after all, he let Xiaobei go.

But in front of his grandson, he can't break his aura.

In addition, Old Man Feng has not been surprised by his handling of things for many years, as if he had nothing to do, he looked at the housekeeper beside him: "Give him back the things, and when others talk about it, my Feng Xiao's grandson is a garbage dumper." ”

"Yes." The steward is answering this sentence.

Over there, Feng Nai had already stood up straight, just one hand and half hanging, looking at Old Man Feng, his voice was unhurried: "Why do you say it's a year-old friend?" ”

Old Man Feng knew how stubborn his grandson was, and if he didn't give him an answer, he wouldn't understand: "Nai'er, you're still too young, at this time, it's better to be separated than to be together." ”

"I don't feel the slightest bit better, and I don't like the idea of leaving for my good." Feng Nai's face, in the night, looked unusually noble and handsome: "In that case, what am I?" ”

Old Man Feng raised his eyes: "If she is like this in your heart, you can not come to this gift box at all, why did she leave, if you don't have an answer, then you deserve to find no one." ”

Feng Nai's right hand clenched little by little: "No matter what the reason, in the end, it's because I'm not strong enough, do you want to say this?" ”

"If only you understood." Old Man Feng motioned to the housekeeper to hand over the things.

Feng Nai didn't answer immediately, his eyes flickered in the night, and a wind blew, blowing his black hair: "I really want to ask her, has she ever thought about staying for me, even once." ”

"Looks like you haven't quite understood yet." Old Man Feng paced and passed by him: "Think about it." ”

Feng Nai stood there with a slender figure and did not speak again.

He didn't move, and neither did the housekeeper.

When the moonlight shines, you can feel the slight coolness of the night.

Finally, he raised his hand and held the gift box in his hand, his eyes were light: "Who will understand what you old-fashioned people are thinking." ”

Chamberlain:......

As he spoke, he moved his fingers and opened the gift box.

The butler was also watching from the side, and when he saw the things inside, his eyes slowly widened, and even his always strict expression changed significantly.

"This, Miss Mo, is she ......?"

Before the butler could finish.

Feng Nai covered the gift box and glanced at him nonchalantly.

The housekeeper immediately changed his words: "Does the young master need to wipe his hands with a hand towel?" ”

"No, you don't." Feng Nai withdrew his gaze: "Tell grandpa that he didn't think right." ”

Chamberlain:...... In the old man's impression, Miss Mo is indeed not so strong.

However, what exactly does the young master mean.

To wait or not to wait.

Why do you feel like you're treating gift boxes casually?

Except for the butler, the rest of the people didn't know what their young master had received.

It's just that the housekeeper's reaction is a little curious......