At night, Tang Ze lay next to his grandfather, unable to sleep, and kept sighing.

As soon as he sighed, Mr. Mo, who already had little sleep, couldn't fall asleep.

He said, "Aze, stop sighing and go to sleep. Don't worry, your Uncle Chen will not break up you and Xiao Qian."

Tang Ze turned over, fell asleep on his side, looked at his grandfather, and chatted with him, "Grandpa, tell me, don't all father-in-laws in the world like their son-in-law?"

Mr. Mo smiled and said, "Probably so. Anyway, I think your dad gets angry everywhere."

"My Uncle Chen's face changes so quickly that it makes me nervous. How can I return to the army with peace of mind when he looks like this?"

Last time Chen Qian returned to the set, he caught up with her, and Uncle Chen even stopped the car to give him a chance to say goodbye to Chen Qian alone.

Here we go again today.

Although there is no real objection, he was always worried before getting married.<

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"Aze, don't worry, your marriage won't be hindered by your grandpa's presence. In this way, tomorrow I will go to Xiao Chen's house with you for dinner and have a good chat with him. No matter what, he will give me some thin noodles. No.

I have been embarrassing you, please finalize it as soon as possible, and you can go back to the army and work hard."

Mr. Mo saw his sweet grandson so worried that he couldn't sleep. He felt very sorry for him and planned to take action himself.

"Okay, thank you, you are so kind to me."

Tang Ze excitedly hugged Mr. Mo's neck.

Mr. Mo was choked by him and couldn't breathe properly. He pushed him and said, "You bastard, let me go and sleep over there. I can't breathe even if you hold me in your arms."

Tang Ze let go of his grandfather and lay flat on his back, "Grandpa, I miss my childhood so much."

Mentioning Tang Ze's childhood, Mr. Mo's tone was full of smiles, "When you were a kid, you were so dishonest when you slept. You would lie down next to me when you were sleeping, but you ended up sleeping with your feet on my neck until midnight.

You have to roll all over the bed, and sometimes you will fall off the bed accidentally. If I don't hug you tightly, your stinky feet will have to be stuffed into my mouth."

Mr. Mo sighed, "Twenty years have passed and you are about to marry a wife."

"Yes, grandpa, you are also going to have grandchildren." He wanted to marry a wife, so his grandpa could have children and grandchildren.

"Well, if it weren't for Xiao Min, your uncle might not be able to have a child of his own in this life."

Mr. Mo was lying on the bed, thinking of the soft and waxy ball in the hospital, he was so happy that he lost all sleep.

"Next year our family will be very lively. I have a little cousin and another one named Xiao Min. There is one child in the family who can support several adults."

Tang Ze tucked the quilt in for the old man and said, "Grandpa, go to bed quickly."

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Tang Ze was going to Chen's house for dinner at noon the next day, and Mr. Mo planned to go with Tang Ze.

Tang Ze started the car, and Mr. Mo suddenly said, "Aze, please accompany me to my house first."

Tang Ze looked at him in confusion, "Grandpa, why are you going home?"

"Don't ask, just come with me."

"Well, okay." Tang Ze didn't ask any more questions and drove Mr. Mo back to his home in the alley first.

No one has lived in the house for several days, the stove has not been turned on, and it is extremely cold in the house.

Tang Ze tidied up the living room. Mr. Mo went into the room and changed into a clean cotton-padded jacket. He went to the study again and when he came out, he had a scroll in his hand.

"Grandpa, what is this?" Tang Ze asked doubtfully.

"This is a relatively famous painting in my collection. I'll give it to you, Uncle Chen." Mr. Mo handed the scroll to Tang Ze.

"Grandpa, the paintings you collected are too valuable. You'd better not give them away. Besides, I, Uncle Chen, am in business and don't understand this."

"It's valuable. It's also a painting. Can anyone value it?" Mr. Mo said with a smile, "Businessmen, after they have money, like to play with elegant things. If you give this painting to him, he will be very happy."

Tang Ze hesitated and didn't answer.

He felt bad that his grandfather had shed so much blood for his sake.

Mr. Mo hit his arm with the painting, "Hurry up and take it, don't imitate your father, be smarter and let people see your sincerity."

Tangze scratched his head and explained, "I plan to buy some gifts later."
Chapter completed!