Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

Di Yuanjue did not return to the company after breakfast, but went to the emperor's residence.

Because at this moment, the housekeeper just came to report that the old man and the old lady were fighting. Although Grandma Di had always had a casual attitude and didn't care about anything, she couldn't bear the only thing about Di Yuan Jue.

Grandma Di has her own spies. She has been in charge of the Di family for so many years, and she has already dismissed some of them, leaving only a few confidants to deal with emergencies.

When Di Yuanjue was about to open the door and enter the living room, the harsh sounds came from inside.

"Let me tell you Di Canglan, don't think that because I have been wronged for half my life, you think I am easy to bully. My grandson is my life. Even if he is not a descendant of the Di family, what belongs to me still belongs to him."

"He will always be the master of the Di family. No one in your Di family can touch anything from him. If you dare to hit my grandson today, I will beat you to death..."

"Is this something I can stop? You also know his identity. If I didn't do it yesterday, he would have lost half his life when he went to Xuanyuan!" How could Di Canglan not feel distressed? It was because he felt distressed that he knew that that night You can't be soft-hearted, you must be soft-hearted. If those videos are seen by the Xuanyuan family, they will definitely let the people from the Presbyterian Church take Yuan Jue away.

By then, it won't be a matter of a few whips.

Although the old man kept explaining, the old lady just didn't care. She even had an old face and her choked sobs echoed in the living room.

Then there was the sound of chaotic footsteps, and as the housekeeper and servants helped him, various sounds of fear rang out.

"Old lady, you have just recovered from your illness, please don't get angry."

"Yes, old lady, if Master Jiu comes back and something happens to you, we will be dead."

Master Jiu is even more concerned about the old lady's safety than himself. If something really happens, they will be eaten alive by Master Jiu.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Di Yuanjue loosened his tie and walked out with long straight legs, his posture was lazy, his face was not as pale as in the morning, but if you look carefully, you can still see a slightly sick look.

When the others saw Di Yuanjue, they all shouted respectfully, "Master Jiu." Then they filed out, even cautiously, not daring to make any noise, holding their breath for fear of offending the moody man.

When Grandma Di heard Di Yuanjue's voice, she immediately turned around from the fight and ran quickly without looking like an old man. She grabbed Di Yuanjue's shoulders with both hands and asked worriedly: "Does it still hurt? What did the doctor say?" How many days will it take to raise him? Your grandfather is the one who killed a thousand swordsmen. We will ignore him from now on."

Such childish words made Di Yuanjue dumbfounded.

He smiled lightly, with a trace of invisible tenderness in his eyes, "Look, am I not standing here properly? I have nothing to do, so you don't have to worry. There is no need to be angry with grandpa, this matter The matter has nothing to do with grandpa."

Grandpa Di nodded vigorously and looked at Di Yuan Jue with wide eyes. He is indeed a good grandson. If it weren't for you, Grandpa would be here today.

Grandma Di glanced at Grandpa Di, clicked her tongue, and said with a pair of helpless eyes that this was her grandson's opening, otherwise I would have to give you a good beating today.

Grandpa Di: "..." How could Wei Feng still be like a grandson at home?

Although grandma is over 70 years old, she still has a youthful beauty. She is definitely a first-class beauty. He turned around and asked Di Yuanjue if he would eat at home for lunch?

Di Yuanjue shook his head, "I made an appointment with Qingcheng to pick her up at noon..."

Before Di Yuanjue could finish speaking, Grandma Di clapped her hands and suggested happily, "That would be great. Just tell Qingcheng and you two can come over for lunch together. I haven't seen Qingcheng for a while. It's strange. Miss her."

Di Yuan never responded. He only waited for a phone call to ask.

-

Di Yuanjue and the old man entered the study.

Di Canglan changed from his cowardly state, and his deep and weathered eyes gave people the impression of a general on the battlefield, exuding majesty everywhere.

"You haven't told Long Qingcheng yet? That's also..." He looked at his grandson who never looked back after making a decision. He didn't understand the person in front of him. The old man waved his hand, not wanting to mention the matter of falling in love when he was old. He was old and the generation gap was too big, so he changed the topic directly, "When do you plan to leave for the Implicit Family?"

The people from the banker will be back in less than half a month. There must be an end to this matter.

It was another bloodbath.

Di Yuanjue was wearing a white brocade shirt tucked into straight suit trousers today. He was tall and tall, and his facial features were so perfect that he looked like a product carefully crafted by the gods from a piece of jade. He leaned lazily on the mahogany nan chair. He stood up, holding the teacup in his right hand, with a cold and solemn face that made people shiver.

"After these days, I will go back in September."

Mr. Di immediately understood what Di Yuanjue meant, "You really don't want her to know about Long Qingcheng's closed military training."

Yes, there is nothing that Master Jiu wants to hide that cannot be hidden.

While the two of them were talking, Ying Lei moved very quickly and rushed in without even knocking on the door.

"Boss, something happened."

Di Yuanjue frowned. Ying Lei, who has always been by his side, never loses his composure. They are people who have experienced life and death with him, and rains of bullets. They can stay out of life and death. To be so panicked, something must have happened to someone important to him. .

The old man and the old lady are both at home.

Naturally, it was Long Qingcheng who was not by his side.

The tea cup was placed almost heavily on the table next to him, and the tea overflowed. His lazy state disappeared immediately. His straight jawline was cold and hard, and his eyes were deep and dark, and there seemed to be an invisible fire hidden in them.

-

Time goes back to the previous hour.

Long Qingcheng had been concentrating intensely for more than two hours. The moment he put down the brush, he stretched and pressed his neck with one hand, feeling sore.

"Sister, it's already eleven o'clock. I'll go out and bring you whatever you want to eat."

Chu Liu thought that his senior sister was hungry, so he put down the things in his hands and suggested that he buy them so that his senior sister could rest.

Long Qingcheng waved his hand, turned around, and looked at the group of people in front of him who were poking at Buddha.

She sneered and said, "I told you, everyone, you really have nothing to do and you are staying here and not leaving?" She had never heard that the deputy director and several restorers were so idle.

The deputy director is young, in his forties. He is obsessed with ancient paintings but has reached his limit. He can only train more capable apprentices than himself to fulfill his wishes.

It's a pity that Zhou Yuan, a genius, is nothing more than that.