The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 499 Abandoning the Position of Patriarch
This time he came back because he wanted to find out why Zhuo Ming wanted to kill him.

He knew the reason, but the owner's excessive enthusiasm made him feel very uneasy.

"Thank you, Patriarch."

With a slight blessing, Zhuo Hao walked slowly to the side of the old man and sat down.

Seeing Jun Moli standing in the same place, he looked up at her, and said calmly: "Miss Jun, you can stay by my side."

Hearing Zhuo Hao's words, Jun Moli did not refuse, and went straight to Zhuo Hao's side and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, she felt a line of sight looking straight at her. When she looked up, she met the eyes of the old man.

Facing Jun Moli's eyes, the old man did not restrain the sharpness in his eyes.

Jun Moli felt very uncomfortable being looked at by him, so he lowered his eyes so as not to meet his gaze, pretending not to know why he looked at him like this.

"Grandfather, they are all here, I can eat now."

"En." Withdrawing his gaze, the old man responded lightly.

He picked up the ivory chopsticks on the table, put a little dish into his mouth.

Seeing him swallowing the food, Zhuo Ming picked up the silver chopsticks in front of her and went straight for the meat.

"Miss Jun, eat more."

As if he didn't know the old man's hostility towards Jun Moli, Zhuo Hao took a piece of chicken wing with a silver chopstick and put it in Jun Moli's bowl.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly in displeasure, and glanced at Jun Moli, but didn't say much.

Sensing his gaze, Jun Moli raised his eyes and took a look.

The old man glanced at her, then looked away, and continued to eat.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself."

"You're welcome, since you've come to Zhuojiazhuang, it's my turn to take care of you."

"..."

take care of?

Looking up at the old man whose face was gradually turning livid, the corners of Jun Moli's mouth twitched slightly.

If Zhuo Hao continued to take care of her like this, she probably wouldn't survive tonight.

However, Zhuo Hao didn't notice the old man's abnormal emotions at all, and kept picking food from Jun Moli's bowl, and didn't stop until her bowl was filled.

"Snapped!"

Seeing the mountains of delicacies piled up in Jun Moli's bowl, the old man threw the ivory chopsticks in displeasure: "This old man is full, you can eat."

"Grandfather, don't today's dishes meet your appetite? I'll ask the kitchen to make another table."

"Come on, I don't know what's on your mind. It's obviously because you don't have enough food."

"..."

Being pierced by the old man straight to the point, Zhuo Ming remained silent and buried his head in biting a pig's trotter.

The atmosphere in the front hall suddenly froze, and even the temperature dropped a lot.

However, Zhuo Hao didn't notice it at all, and still buried himself in his meal.

Seeing that he was eating seriously, the old man's face suddenly softened, and when he could see Jun Moli beside him, he immediately felt his chest constricted.

"Zhuo Ming, you go to the palace after dinner, and propose marriage to Princess Anchun for your elder brother."

"Crack!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the pig's trotter in Zhuo Ming's hand fell into the bowl.

He slowly raised his head and licked the grease stains on his lips: "Grandfather, if you want to propose marriage to the palace, you can go by yourself, I won't go."

Hearing this, Zhuo Hao also put down the silver chopsticks, his eyes filled with complexity.

He never expected that the old man would say this in front of Jun Moli.

Although he knew Jun Moli didn't like him, he didn't want her to know that either.

"Patriarch, Zhuo Hao would rather give up the position of Patriarch of Zhuojiazhuang than marry a woman he doesn't love!"

(End of this chapter)