Chapter 588: It looks like, it really looks like...

"Hey, Master Chenfeng, aren't you playing a game? Why did you come out?"

"I'm not interested in that. If you are interested, go and play. You just happen to sit in my seat." Fu Chenfeng responded lightly.

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up and he looked at Grandma Fu inquiringly.

Grandma Fu smiled and looked kindly: "You can go and play if you want. This is Mr. Yan's territory. It is very safe. You don't have to guard me like this."

"But Mr. Fu asked me..."

"Okay, isn't this Chen Feng coming?"

Fu Chenfeng glanced at her, with a hint of complexity hidden deep in his eyes.

Yan Qingfu glanced at Fu Chenfeng indifferently, with a slight sneer on his lips.

Zhang Ming really wants to play games.

He followed her all the way, originally just for fun, but in the end, Mr. Fu always asked him to protect the old lady. During the day, he didn't even take a bath in the hot spring.

Now that the old lady had spoken, he didn't hesitate much, turned around and rushed into the house happily.

"Haha, they are all playing, why don't you go in and play?" Grandma Fu suddenly looked at Yan Qingfu and asked with a smile.

Apart from always showing a deep hatred for Lu Yanyu, she was very kind to others.

Yan Qingfu shook the ashes from his cigarette twice and said with a smile: "These are all games played by young people. At my age, I won't join in the fun."

"Haha, you still call me old in front of me." Grandma Fu smiled, and her old face looked particularly kind tonight.

Fu Chenfeng couldn't help but take a few more glances, as if the grandma who held him to sleep when he was a child was back.

But soon, he remembered Grandma Fu's ruthlessness when she sent him abroad.

He lowered his eyes and fiddled with each other with his slender fingers, but his thin lips silently raised a hint of self-mockery.

Grandma has always been kind.

It's just that that kind of kindness doesn't belong to him.

Grandma Fu took a sip of tea and then leaned back comfortably on the wicker chair.

Yan Qingfu sat opposite her.

At night, the lights were dim, and Grandma Fu stared quietly at Yan Qingfu's eyes. Inexplicably, a touch of sadness suddenly appeared on her kind face.

"It looks like, it really looks like...sometimes I feel like your eyes really look like the same person."

Grandma Fu seemed to be gibbering, and her old voice was a bit ethereal.

Yan Qingfu leaned back with a smile: "Old lady, who do you think I look like?"

"My eldest son."

Yan Qingfu's smoking movement paused slightly, and he smiled lightly: "So, old lady, you have a son."

Grandma Fu shook her head, as if she was completely lost in memories.

"Although he is not my biological son, I have always regarded him as my own. He is very good, even better than my biological son. I raised him with my own hands, but...but he still made a mistake in the end.

.....”

Grandma Fu said, her voice suddenly getting a little softer: "He is so smart, but I don't understand why his smartness is not used on the right path. He obviously has such a good relationship with my own son, why, why...

..”

Grandma Fu spoke in a low voice, as if she was asking herself or others.

She kept asking the question repeatedly, and her voice gradually became quieter until she could no longer hear it.

Fu Chenfeng glanced at her and said to Yan Qingfu: "She is asleep."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and gently covered Grandma Fu.

Yan Qingfu smoked a cigarette, his eyes fixed on Grandma Fu's old face.

There were even tears in the corners of her eyes.

He stared at it for a long time, until the cigarette burned out and he felt a hot burning sensation between his fingers. Then he looked away, but a hint of ridicule curled up at the corner of his lips.
Chapter completed!