Seeing that Zhuang Weiren didn't speak, Zhuang Qingshi was even more angry. He looked at it and saw an ashtray in front of him, and he wanted to throw it out without thinking.

"Okay!" Zhuang Zhengguo looked at Zhuang Qing unhappily, and just threw one away. He really thought his grandson was made of iron and not flesh. When he threw the teacup just now, his heart was in his throat. Fortunately, his grandson was quick to dodge, otherwise he would see how he dealt with him.

Zhuang Qingshi was yelled by his father, so he had to put down the ashtray.

"Weiren, come here and let grandpa take a good look. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'll let grandpa think about it." Zhuang Zhengguo waved to Zhuang Weiren.

Zhuang Weiren walked over obediently, stood in front of Zhuang Zhengguo, and asked him to take a good look.

The last time I saw my grandfather was two years ago, so my grandfather was also very surprised. He was just in a sanatorium and he didn’t even want to come back during the New Year.

I don’t know what his comrades have, but they actually accompanied them to celebrate the New Year.

But these Zhuang Weiren just thought about it in his heart, but would not ask. Everyone has their own way of living, as long as grandpa is happy.

Zhuang Zhengguo nodded with satisfaction when he looked at his grandson, "I heard from your father that you just came back from M country?"

"Yes, grandpa." Zhuang Weiren glanced at Zhuang Qingshi.

Zhuang Qingshi glared at Zhuang Weiren, "Good boy, kill all his people, is he going to rebel."

Zhuang Weiren pretended not to see it and looked away.

"Come on, sit next to my grandfather, let's talk well. Zhuang Zhengguo patted the sand beside him and signaled Zhuang Weiren to sit down.

Zhuang Weiren did not refuse and sat down.

Aunt Liu just made new tea and came over. Zhuang Weiren respectfully held the teacup in both hands, "Grandpa, please have tea!"

"Okay, okay, okay." Zhuang Zhengguo said three good words in a row, took the tea cup and took a sip, gave Zhuang Weiren a wink, and signaled him to serve Zhuang Qingshi as well.

When Zhuang Weiren looked at Zhuang Qing, he saw him sitting there angrily, with a dark face. He took the teacup from Aunt Liu and placed it in front of him. He said in a faint tone, "Dad, please have tea!"

Zhuang Qingshi snorted, don’t think he would forget about this.

Zhuang Weiren raised his eyebrows, took the teacup handed to him by Aunt Liu but did not drink it, but handed it to Ye Qingqiu, "Mom, you have some tea too."

"Oh, okay." Ye Qing stood up from Zhuang Qingshi, sat next to Zhuang Weiren, took his teacup, and took a smile.

Zhuang Qingshi's mouth twitched. This woman, when she had a son, she forgot about her husband.

Zhuang Zhengguo glanced at Zhuang Weiren and said with a smile, "Weiren, grandpa wants to live at home for a while, so you can move back, okay? Let's spend time with me, the old man."

Zhuang Weiren was stunned. He didn't expect his grandfather to make such a request. He liked to live in a sanatorium, so why did he suddenly want to live at home?

"Dad, this is no problem. Weiren is a filial child and will definitely accompany you."

Before Zhuang Weiren could speak, Zhuang Qingshi hurriedly agreed to him. As far as he knew, Guo Xiaoman now lives in his villa. If Zhuang Weiren moved back to his old house, wouldn’t the two of them have lost contact? Over time, the relationship between them might fade and become bleak.

Zhuang Weiren frowned when he looked at Zhuang Qing.

Then he turned to look at Zhuang Zhengguo and said seriously, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I can't agree to you."

"What? You guy, say it again?" Zhuang Qingshi angrily picked up the teacup in his hand, subconsciously wanted to throw it at Zhuang Weiren. When he touched Zhuang Zhengguo's unhappy eyes, he had to put the teacup down.

When Zhuang Weiren ignored Zhuang Qing, he only looked at Zhuang Zhengguo, "Grandpa, I'm so old, I'm not used to living with you, and I'm far from work. I promise you to come back to have dinner with you when you have time, okay?"

Zhuang Zhengguo opened his mouth, and his grandson said that he had made up his mind. What else could he say. After thinking about it, he said, "You don't have to choose time to come back to have dinner with me. How about coming back every Friday night?"

Zhuang Weiren thought for a while, "Okay, grandpa."

Zhuang Qingshi wanted to object, but when he saw that Zhuang Zhengguo had agreed, he couldn't say anything else. He just felt sorry for him that he had missed such a good opportunity.
Chapter completed!