However, this is not the most strange thing about Zhao Jianhui. Beside the sunny window on the first floor of the small building, a dark and cold young man leaned against the dark and cold man. Although he saw Zhao Jianhui and Long Lingyun walking in, no joint was moving in his body, Zhao Jianhui suddenly moved his heart when he saw his eyes. This person was definitely not simple.

Looking back at the two guys who were watching the scenery and smoking and chatting when he was walking across the bridge just now, Zhao Jianhui immediately knew that these people had been soldiers and had the same business as him.

Entering the middle hall on the first floor of the small building, there were already five or six people sitting inside. When these people saw Long Lingyun and Zhao Jianhui holding hands, they all quietly watched the golden boy and jade girl walking in.

On the bamboo lounge chair in the middle of the hall, a thin and vigorous elderly man sat. When he saw Zhao Jianhui walking in, the old man looked calm, his slightly cloudy eyes were staring at Zhao Jianhui, and his breathing was a little heavy.

On his left, there was a noble lady sitting. When Zhao Jianhui saw her, he couldn't help but pull out the hand that Long Lingyun was tightly held. His face turned red, and he didn't know what to call Mrs. Long. However, he kept complaining about Long Lingyun and even though he brought him to see his future mother-in-law, he didn't say anything earlier.

When he saw Mrs. Long at the Longxing Hotel last time, he wanted to peel him off. But what surprised him was that this time Mrs. Long just glared at Long Lingyun with no expression on his face. He neither scolded himself nor blamed Long Lingyun.

The other two were sitting around them, two men and two women. The youngest man was already in his forties. The expression on the faces of some people was sad and inexplicably excited. They looked at Zhao Jianhui one by one without saying a word. For a moment, there were only a slightly heavy breathing sound in the entire hall, and there was no noise in the rest.

Just when Zhao Jianhui was not sure about this, the old man sitting in the middle suddenly stood up and waved to Zhao Jianhui: "Come on, sit in front of me and let me take a good look."

"Dad... it looks really like him. He looks like his third brother..." The middle-aged woman sitting on the old man's right wiped her tears and pointed at Zhao Jianhui and said to the old man.

The old man waved his hand majestic: "Do you really think my eyes are dizzy? I can see clearly." The middle-aged woman stopped talking, just sobbing without stopping, covering her mouth.

The old man saw Zhao Jianhui standing still, then waved to Zhao Jianhui again: "Sit here and let me see..." His voice seemed to contain infinite majesty. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but take a step forward, but did not sit down, but just stood a little closer to the old man.

The old man looked at Zhao Jianhui from top to bottom, and nodded constantly while looking: "Well, it's not bad, it looks like San'er's son." Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but frown when he heard it, but he didn't say anything, just stood quietly and saw what the old man said.

Although the old man only said that he looked like San'er's son, when he said this, the people sitting next to him almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, and even the expression on Mrs. Long's face also relaxed.

Seeing the strange expressions on these people's faces, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but wonder why.

"We shouldn't have met you in this way, but the men in the Liu family are not cowards. No matter how cruel things were before, men must face them boldly. I think you can sit down now, right?" The old man said, taking out a necklace from his arms, stretching out three fingers and shaking them in front of Zhao Jianhui: "Is this something you have brought with you since you were a child?"

Seeing Zhao Jianhui nodding in surprise, the old man continued, "It has been almost thirty years since your grandmother put it on you, and I finally saw it again. This is the thing I wore on your grandmother's neck with my own hands, and I will never forget it in my life."

While speaking, the old man handed the necklace into his right hand and gently rubbed the necklace with his left hand, his fingers trembling slightly. It can be seen that the old man felt uneasy at this moment.

However, compared with his inner uneasiness, Zhao Jianhui felt shocked. The old man’s words meant that he could hear the stupid one, not to mention that he still has a stupid one yet?

However, emotionally speaking, Zhao Jianhui couldn't believe it anyway. He had been an orphan for twenty-five or six years. At this moment, an old man suddenly appeared and said that it was his grandfather. Who would have accepted it if it were someone else?

"Old man, you're not going to be wrong, right? There won't be only this kind of necklace in the world, right?" Zhao Jianhui asked stupidly.

Hearing this, the faces of the few people sitting around the old man changed color. Even Mrs. Long couldn't help but give Zhao Jianhui a blank look, thinking that you thought you could recognize Mr. Liu as your grandfather? If that were the case, young people across the country would probably have to line up from Shanghai to **.

Zhao Jianhui's words actually made the old man laugh: "Okay, look at this personality is like my grandson. I made this necklace by myself. Do you think it can be fake?"

Zhao Jianhui continued, "Then, even if the necklace is real, it may be possible that someone else will pick it up and hung it on me..."

The old man looked up at Zhao Jianhui and smiled and said, "Don't you think I can recognize my grandson with great fanfare just because of a necklace? Since I received the necklace transferred by Xiaolong's wife, I have found you clearly. Don't forget that people with an identity like you have everything in their files."

What he said was naturally because Zhao Jianhui had worked as a special force soldier. Because of his special profession, he could even register blood type, height, physical characteristics and even DNA. Even if Zhao Jianhui transferred to the industry, his file would still be retained in the army, rather than the one that was transferred to the local area with his personnel relations.

As he said that, he couldn't help but sigh: "I blame me for this matter. My objection to your father and your mother, which caused the tragedy later. Your mother was a staff member around him. Your mother gave birth to you in the year he got married. The old man doesn't know what kind of feelings or not. Didn't my marriage with your grandmother decide? Your grandmother has been with me for fifty years and there is nothing dissatisfied with it. In order to avoid me being angry, your grandmother hung this necklace on your neck without telling me, and sent your mother back to her hometown in S Province to avoid my old man's temper. Who knew that there would be no news again when she left, alas..."

The old man paused for a moment, took a breath, and then continued: "I just said that no matter what happened before, the blood of our Liu family was bleed on you. No matter what you think, you can't cut off this blood relationship. I'll give you five minutes to consider. Even if you don't want to call me grandpa, the old man won't blame you."

"Dad..." The luxurious middle-aged woman sitting next to him felt that he was handling this matter like this... so much of a joke, and she couldn't help but want to persuade him. But the old man turned his head and glared at her: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. This is a matter between me and my grandson, otherwise what would I do?"

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that what's going on? I'm still confused about everything, why do you have to be a grandson for others?

This is the first time I feel my mind confused and confused since I was a child. When I turned around and went out, it seemed that Long Lingyun wanted to follow him, but was stopped by the old man who wanted to be his grandfather.

"Don't follow him, let him go, I think he will figure it out." The old man's words were stubborn, arrogance, and endless vicissitudes.

The sunset is like blood, and the green trees and clear water outside seem to be covered with a layer of gold. The beautiful scenery is present, not only is it not relaxed, but Zhao Jianhui feels increasingly unable to feel his heart, and he feels stuffy with a blocked chest. He wishes he could punch someone twice, or scream a few times to vent.

Dagang Fitness Hall? Well, the gym seems to be a place where people can vent their energy.

Zhao Jianhui walked into the gym, and there were quite a few men and women inside. He took out a handful of money and slapped it on the table when he entered the door, and said in a low voice: "Is this money enough?"

A thick stack of banknotes was in front of me. The little girl who was selling fitness cards to customers was shocked and thought to herself, "I know what you are going to do?" Just ask if the money is enough?"

Seeing Zhao Jianhui staring at her with a little red eyes, the little sister couldn't help but feel hot, thinking to herself, why is this person like this? If you ask this in front of so many people, even if they are willing, they will feel embarrassed to answer?

A fat man sitting next to him glared at her fiercely: "Xiaohong, why are you just standing there? Why don't you take the guests up the fifth floor?"

Following the little sister, Zhao Jianhui walked straight to a bunch of equipment in the corner of the wall. Zhao Jianhui looked at these extremely familiar equipment and his sadness slowly calmed down. He took off his coat and put it on the hanger casually. His well-proportioned and strong muscles flashed with golden light under the sunlight passing through the window.

The grip, tensioner, bender, dumbbell, barbell, treadmill, Zhao Jianhui was soon immersed in it, and he didn't see the sad eyes of the little sister beside him.

If there is a fitness coach here, he will definitely be surprised to find that his training method of heavy weight, low frequency, multiple sets, long displacement, slow speed, high density, consistent lyricism, peak contraction, continuous tension, and relaxation between groups is completely in line with scientific theory and is a way to practice to maximize the training effect of muscles.

Zhao Jianhui was entertaining himself and enjoyed it. After a series of equipment, he was so weird that he didn't even sweat. As a result, the other guests in the gym looked at him suddenly became much weirder.
Chapter completed!