Mr. Ji's morning star

Chapter 56 Common Hobbies

"I've already sent a fax to Siming, he understands this better than us." Mr. Ji said.

Ji Mochen has a bad impression of Si Fengzi, but he never denies Si Fengzi's ability.

Crazy Si is the kind of reclusive expert in novels, who has real skills and is not an expert who pretends to be a ghost.

As his disciple, Su Qinqing has only learned half of his skills, yet he is outstanding among young people of this generation, and his future is boundless.

Mr. Ji suffered many injuries in his early years, leaving a lot of sequelae. If there was no madman Si, he would have died decades ago.

When Ji Mochen heard that Mr. Ji said that he would hand over the booklet to Crazy Si, he understood the value of this booklet, and it might be as valuable as a national treasure as the little liar said.

Elder Ji sighed, "I'm afraid that the old man Xixi mentioned is also a figure like Siming."

Ji Mochen said: "Maybe there are no old people. Nancy's explanation is too far-fetched."

Mr. Ji glared at him, "Xixi said it was given by the old man, so it was given by the old man. Do you think it's Xixi who can't write well?"

Ji Mochen laughed. Naturally, he didn't believe this kind of statement ten thousand times, but he didn't believe Nancy's explanation just the same.

"Just now Nancy told me that this booklet is worth the national treasure in my collection." Ji Mochen said lightly.

Mr. Ji froze for a moment.

Ji Mochen: "I thought she was joking at first, but now it seems that she really understands the value of this book."

"This shows that she knows what this book is about." Ji Mochen's eyes were deep.

This little liar has a lot of secrets, which are completely different from what he found out about Nancy's daily life.

Mr. Ji was silent for a while, and then stared at Ji Mochen with weird and subtle eyes.

Ji Mochen sensed that something was wrong, and was displeased by the old man's eyes, "What do you want to say?"

With a contradictory tone of pride and disgust, Mr. Ji said slowly: "What's wrong with you, Xixi likes it so much that even the national treasure dowry is sent to our house without hesitation."

Ji Mochen: "..."

The blue veins on the forehead jumped slightly.

He clearly remembered that in the study a few minutes ago, the dead woman looked at him with disgust and indifference.

If that's what he likes to death, he'll cut off his head and kick it for the old man.

It's just that he can only keep these secrets in his heart, and respond to the old man's words with silence.

Mr. Ji shook his head, and said contemptuously: "What are you pretending to do, I really like you so much, I'm so terrified."

"If the old man is five or sixty years younger, you won't have a chance."

Hearing that the old man's words were getting more and more outrageous, Ji Mochen couldn't help interrupting: "Don't you have any other ideas about the fact that she got this thing and knows its value?"

Hearing this, Mr. Ji said leisurely, "What do you want?"

Ji Mochen was expressionless, and Mr. Ji looked straight at him with a pair of eyes. His sharp color was like that of an old wild lion. Even if he was old and frail, he would not lose his kingly deterrence. "Xixi is a member of Ji's family, how should I treat my own family? Don't you understand Ji's family rules?"

Ji Mochen said lightly, "Got it."

Old man Ji still stared at Ji Mochen, as if he wanted to see through him.

Ji Mochen's expression remained unchanged, no matter how much Mr. Ren Ji stared at him, he felt calm and at ease.

Mr. Ji was discouraged, and cursed: "Stinky boy, it's becoming more and more unpleasant."

Ji Mochen said, "Oh, the girl likes me so much that she even gave me a national treasure."

He uttered the original words of the old man, and he was angry and happy when he heard the old man Ji, and finally stabbed his grandson, "You can have fun secretly while Xixi likes you now. If you dare to put Xixi left in anger, don't even think about entering this house!"

Ji Mochen: "..."

It's only been a few days, how many times have we seen each other?
His position was completely overwhelmed by the little liar.

Ji Mochen was too lazy to talk to the old man, and reached out to take a look at the Tai Chi hands herbs on the table.

He came here just for this hand-written herb. He was attracted by the font on this hand-written herb from the first sight, and after hearing what the old man said, he became even more curious about the content inside.

This thread-packed hand-made herb can be seen at a glance that it is purely handmade, and the thread-packing is also purely artificial.

The paper is ordinary, and the font is smooth and flowing, but the sharpness can be seen, as seeing the words is like seeing a person.

A vague image naturally emerged in Ji Mochen's mind. The person who wrote such a font must be a respectable literary master, who has everyone's heart and is proud.

From fonts to pictures, the language is simple and profound, and the pictures are easy to understand, but it is not something ordinary people can understand.

After Ji Mochen briefly read it, thinking of the cold war with Nancy in the study, he suddenly felt that he was wrong.

This book is indeed of extraordinary value. Nancy did the right thing to give it to the old man. Otherwise, with her current status, it would not be a benefit but a trouble for her to be found valuable by holding such a thing.

"What? Have you thought about how to repay Xixi?" Mr. Ji's words sounded, and he said with hatred: "The old man asked you to accompany Xixi to the study, so why don't you just leave him there alone and run out by yourself? .”

Ji Mochen said perfunctorily, "She's reading a book."

"Hey!" Elder Ji was overjoyed, and clapped his hands in applause, "I knew that there must be something special about Xixi being liked by this Tai Chi old man. I just guess if you have common hobbies. Hi, Xixi also likes to read these books."

Ji Mochen's lips moved slightly, and he didn't speak, but he was fascinated by what old man Ji said.

He was indeed surprised when Nancy asked him in the study if he had any historical records.

The old housekeeper came over and whispered a few words in old man Ji's ear.

"Tsk." Mr. Ji sneered, "The old man knows, didn't he tell the old man not to look for him again, and to break up with the old man. No, what kind of private plane, beautiful women, and century-old medicinal materials are all gone. Let's go to us This time."

Ji Mochen knew that the old man was talking about Si lunatic.

Old Master Ji said to Ji Mochen again: "Just waiting for him to come, I will show you the injuries on your body. Thanks to Siming this time, you remember to be polite and call him Master."

Ji Mochen had a toothache, and said with a cold face: "Thanks he didn't kill me directly."

If it wasn't for the lunatic talking, his family wouldn't have made so many oolongs, causing the greatest shame in his life.

Mr. Ji snorted: "I really thank you for telling me to kill you! Otherwise, how could I get such a good wife as Xixi. Although the way he did was too unkind, the old man has always been ashamed of Xixi, but he can get Xixi away earlier. Given it, after thinking about it afterwards, the old man really wants to thank Siming for his words."

Ji Mochen didn't want to talk about this topic with the old man, so he pursed his lips.

This deserted appearance, coupled with Ji Mochen's handsome face and perfect figure, is like a god who sits high on the throne, which is cold and not allowed to be profaned by others.

In the eyes of Mr. Ji, he is just a B. He doesn't understand how gentleness can tie up his precious granddaughter-in-law, "Are you still not convinced? Huh?"

"Convinced." Ji Mochen glanced at the old man, scolded full of anger, and even his complexion was obviously much better than before.

For that alone, he owed Nancy.

(End of this chapter)