"Not the old man? Who else can help?" Bai Feng asked in surprise.

He Zhengxi pulled the corners of his mouth, looking as if he was pretending to be mysterious, but he did not answer.

Bai Feng and Zhong Ze looked at each other speechlessly and left.

He Zhengxi sat alone in the empty office. He branch was located in the tallest office building, which was more than 100 stories high. Since his mother passed away, he has long been used to loneliness, but since he got married, he was a little afraid of this loneliness. He thought that a few days ago, the woman left a text message and no longer had any news, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He couldn't help but pick up the phone and dial her number. He replied to him with a cold female voice, "The phone you called has been turned off." He was always calm and rubbed his hair irritably and grabbed the door.

He went to the garage and drove his Bugatti sports car that was commonly used in Europe, running all the way, as if he wanted to use this kind of swearing to vent his annoyance. I don’t know how long it took, but finally, the car parked in front of a manor gate on the hillside in the suburbs. The manor was very large, with European-style buildings, plus private gardens, vegetable gardens, swimming pools, etc., covering a total of more than 1,000 acres. The owner of the manor was He Zhengxi’s grandfather, Nalan Qing. Although he hadn’t come for a long time, the gardener who was guarding the door suddenly recognized it as He Zhengxi’s car. He immediately opened the door and came up with him very terrible. Before he could speak, He Zhengxi stepped on the accelerator and rushed in. After more than 10 minutes of driving, he finally arrived at the main building of the manor. This was a circular European-style building, which looked like an ancient castle standing on the hillside from him.

At this time, waves of angrily scolding came from the study room of the main building, and the owner of the voice was Nalan Qing. A group of long human-shaped dragons lined up from the study room to outside the gate of the main building. Each of them was holding a document in their hands, standing there in fear. Several people kept wiping the sweat on their foreheads, and even fainted. He Zhengxi pulled the corners of his mouth, and knew what was going on at a glance. The butler was a little surprised when he saw He Zhengxi, but more of the savior appeared, and he came forward with great joy.

"Young Master..."

Before the butler finished speaking, He Zhengxi waved his hand to him and said, "Okay, I understand. You go and do your business and ask them all to go back."

"Yes!" the housekeeper said with relief and left happily.

He Zhengxi/When he came to the kitchen, took out the Biluochun he had just brought, put it in the purple clay tea set specially used by his grandfather. He brewed a pot full of money, placed it in a tray, and walked straight to the study. At this time, the person outside the study had already withdrawn from the area. He stood outside the door and heard the old man shouting "Next" several times. It was probably because no one responded to him for a long time. The old man smashed the table with his fist and muttered: "It's wrong, it's wrong!"

He Zhengxi shook his head helplessly. Why is this old man still so bad-tempered? He looks more and more like a child as he grows older. He carefully pushed open the door and saw the old man writing something at the desk. He thought that the employee of the company came in. He said without raising his head, "I thought you were afraid that you would not dare to come in after I was eaten."

He Zhengxi did not say anything, walked over silently, opened the teapot and put it on the table. Some of them were shocked by the behavior of the visitor, or smelled the tea fragrance, Nalan Qing looked up violently and met He Zhengxi's smiling face. Human instincts made him have a second surprise and excitement, but the next second he immediately turned black, then picked up the ashtray beside him and smashed it at He Zhengxi, roaring: "Who are you? I don't know you, who asked you to come? Get out of here, my family doesn't welcome you!"

He Zhengxi quickly caught the thing he hit. How could he not know the old man's temper? In the past, every time there was such a thing happening in Nalanzhai today, it was because he had angered the old man and had nowhere to vent his place, so that the senior management of the group would bring the work to his home to report, which made the entire Nalanzhai and the people of Nalanzhai and Nalan Group frightened, and even a few people would be scared to the hospital every time. He said with a smile: "Grandpa, how long has it been since we met? Don't you want to recognize your grandson?"

Nalan Qing hugged her chest with her hands, snorted coldly, and said, "No... I dare not behave you. My grandson doesn't care so much about me. I only know about him when he gets married by reading the news."

He Zhengxi pulled the corners of his mouth and said as if coaxing a child: "Grandpa, why don't your grandson care about you? Look at him who brought you your favorite Biluochun from the other side of the ocean. You can drink some while it's hot!"

Nalan Qing still ignored him.

He Zhengxi shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said with a little aggrieved: "It seems that my grandfather really doesn't want to recognize me anymore, so I'd better leave! Don't let it get in the way of your eyes here."

As he said that, he turned around and walked out the door.

Seeing this, Nalan Qing was so angry that she felt even more frustrated: Is it easy for me? My most beloved grandson was notified by the media. Even though I knew I was angry, I didn’t come to Europe to see me, but to deal with the company’s business. Is his broken company more important than myself? Isn’t I going to coax my old man well?

There was a loud "bang!" sound, and an antique vase worth tens of millions was thrown to the ground by the old man: "You little brat, listen to me. If you dare to leave today, believe it or not, I will let your He family disappear on the earth forever."

He Zhengxi proudly pulled the corners of his mouth, and his treacherous plan succeeded.

"I'm just kidding you? I think this tea is cold and not delicious, so I want to make another pot for you." He Zhengxi explained with a smile.

Nalan Qing snorted coldly in his breath and said arrogantly: "I want to drink tea and drink my grandson's wife."

He Zhengxi raised his eyebrows, and looked cold and said, "Then grandpa doesn't blame me anymore!"

The so-called losing person or not losing is probably the way these grandfather and grandson look!

"That depends on whether I am satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law!" Nalan Qing said proudly.

"I promise my grandfather will be satisfied." He Zhengxi suppressed his inner joy, sat on the sofa next to him, and knocked his legs coldly.

"That's not necessarily. I have high requirements for my grandson's wife. Besides, when you inherit Nalan Group, she is the chairman's wife. She must be a good wife who can go to the hall and the kitchen. Not all cats and dogs can do it. By the way, when do you plan to lock your broken company back and take over my position? I'm old and it's time to retire." Nalan Qing asked calmly, looking as if it was natural.

"Puff!" He heard this, He Zhengxi sprayed out the tea he had just drunk. Why did the old fox get around this problem again? Besides, what is a broken company? Although He is not as good as Nalan Group, he is one of the top major companies in China at least. It is too unfavorable to say this! Every time the two meet, the old man will inevitably talk about it, and he can always use different reasons to make excuses. Regardless of whether He is the only thing his mother left him, he must protect it. Moreover, his grandfather loves him and has a home, so how can he give up him? The most important thing is that his woman's identity is absolutely not allowed, so he is unwilling to be separated from her.

Grandpa has two children, one is his uncle Nalanxiao, and the other is his mother Nalan Yanran. His uncle is a well-known painter who has no intention of doing business and is determined to live a leisurely life. This uncle not only does not look like his grandfather, but has not even inherited his domineering genes of his grandfather at all. He has two daughters, although they both graduated from prestigious universities, but they are both spoiled by his aunt to become lawless second-generation ancestors. In addition, his grandfather prefers boys over girls, and believes that his daughter always needs to be married and cannot let the Nalan family pass on your family business for so many generations of generations be destroyed in his hands. So since his mother passed away, he was asked by his grandfather to change his surname to Nalan, so the old men of the two families were very irritated by this matter.

Before He Zhengxi could think of saying something, he heard a knock on the door and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Nalan Qing asked angrily.

"Master, cousin, the meal is ready." The housekeeper said carefully.

When He Zhengxi heard this, the opportunity came, and immediately walked over to support the old man and said, "Grandpa, I haven't had a good meal for several days for the company's affairs these days. Let's go to have a meal first!"

"No matter how much work you have, you can't stop eating. Are you hungry? "Nalan Qing put away the coldness he had just now and asked with distress.

"It's not a big deal. I'll just get ready for a few days with my grandfather." He Zhengxi said in a pretentious manner.

"Is this what you said? Then you have to stay here with me for the past few days and can't go anywhere. By the way, your company's affairs have been resolved?" Nalan Qing asked in disbelief. But then he thought that everything seemed to be reasonable, how bad could Nalan Qing's grandson be.

"All handled is done, you have to trust your grandson's abilities." He Zhengxi said confidently.
Chapter completed!