Cool and handsome girls' vests

Chapter 294 Thinking, Just These Two Days Passed
Hearing his words, the other two middle-aged men sitting beside him immediately followed his gaze.

Seeing Mo Xi and Quan Guang standing at the door, the two middle-aged men immediately stood up.

Mo Xi held her fisherman's hat in one hand and her mobile phone in the other, and walked towards Mr. Quan without haste. She stood not far from him, neither humble nor overbearing, with a clear but polite voice He said: "Hello."

Then there was no more talking.

Mainly, she didn't know what to say.

After all, she didn't get along with many old people. Over the years, apart from Mo Jiying and her grandfather, the most old people were Meng Lao.

She has a good relationship with Mo Jiying, so she doesn't need to pay attention to anything at all.

The same goes for her grandfather. When Mr. Yu was still alive, although the two of them didn't meet each other much, and they only met once a year during the Chinese New Year, but her grandfather was really kind to her, and she didn't have to worry about anything at all.

Not to mention Mr. Meng, he is more respectful to her than she is to him.

When Mr. Quan heard her "Hello", he twitched involuntarily. It was exactly what Assistant Deng said.

There are not many cold words.

However, listening to this voice, it is quite polite.

With an attitude of an elder, he coughed lightly, but there was still no expression on his face: "You are Mo Xi?"

Mo Xi stood up straighter than before, and when she heard his question, she nodded slightly, said "Mmm" in a slow and unhurried manner, and said, "It's me."

Hearing her tone of being neither humble nor overbearing, without the slightest fear of him, Mr. Quan gave her a little bit more in his heart, but he said without showing any change in his face or voice: "Sit down."

Mo Xi hummed again, but still didn't speak, and sat down on the single sofa opposite him to the left.

Seeing this, Quan Guang, who was following her, immediately walked over and laughed a few times: "Old man, why are you here?"

Mr. Quan gave him a cold look, snorted, and said angrily, "What? I can't come here?"

If Zhong Zixuan and Quan Mengyao didn't say Mo Xi long and Mo Xi short in front of him every day, would he rush over here in such a hurry?
If it wasn't for Quan Hao's lack of confidence for so long, could he sneak over while he was out to deal with things?
Of course, he didn't say these words.

Quan Guang laughed dryly again: "How is it possible, you always come over whenever you want, we welcome you very much, that is, before you come, please send us a message or something, We're ready to go."

Old Master Quan snorted again, and ignored him. He turned his attention to Mo Xi, and then began to look her up and down seriously.

Mo Xi's sitting posture is not very good, not like those young ladies at all, but anyone who has seen her sitting posture before can tell that it is much better than before.

Her back was straight, but she was still leaning on the back of the sofa, her hands resting on the long and thin long legs somewhat casually, and the long legs were slightly bent, even Erlang's legs were not turned up.

Mr. Quan looked at her, and nodded slightly in his heart, but it was not as bad as people outside said. At least, it seems that he was quite polite to him now, and he was not as careless as they said.

However, thinking so, his face still didn't show, and he still looked like an elder, with no expression on his face, and asked her without haste, "Did you come back after lunch?"

A rare moment of stupefaction appeared on Mo Xi's face. It seemed that he didn't expect him to ask such a question. After a quick reaction, he nodded politely in response: "Yes."

Mr. Quan glanced at her again, and the expression on his face seemed to be humming again. He asked abruptly, "You came to the capital, why didn't you go back to Quan's house with that kid?"

Mo Xi had already thought that he would ask this question before: "..."

She cleared her throat slowly, without blushing, and without beating her heart, she said: "Thinking about it, it's only been two days."

Hearing this, old man Quan nodded to her with a better complexion: "It's good if you can think like this. Your aunt has been thinking about you recently. It's good to go and see her."

He paused, and after hearing Mo Xi's reply, he continued to ask, "Which school and major do you want to apply to?"

He had heard Quan Mengyao tell her about her time at Harlem University in State M no less than ten times, and now he was naturally not worried about her college entrance examination results, so he simply asked her about her application for the examination.

Mo Xi didn't think it was something to talk about. He asked, and she replied, "Beijing University, weapon science and technology."

Mr. Quan frowned slightly: "Weapon science and technology?"

The major of Beijing University is not considered a trump card, and it only emerged in recent years with the support of the country. Although there are many more people applying than before, compared to those ace majors, to say the least, the number is still It can only be regarded as a small change, and there are very few girls. He never thought that she would choose this.

Mo Xi nodded slightly, and gave another soft "um".

Hearing her accurate answer, Mr. Quan frowned a little deeper, as if he was a little displeased. After all, in his opinion, it is better for girls to learn some literary and artistic things.

In the future, like Zhong Zixuan, she can be a housewife at home, playing mahjong and drinking afternoon tea with others every day, or, like Quan Mengyao, opening a simpler studio.

This is much better than messing yourself up by going to the research institute to study weapons every day.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something when footsteps came from the door.

Everyone looked over and saw Quan Hao walking in slowly with a suit jacket hanging on his left arm and his right hand in his pocket.

He should have seen the car in the yard outside. When he saw the people in the hall, the expression on his face didn't change at all. He walked straight to Mo Xi, put his coat on the back of her sofa, and She sat down on the edge of the sofa, and even took the hand on her lap.

Quan Yu followed closely behind him, walked to Quan Guang's side, looked at Mr. Quan, and called out respectfully: "Mr. Quan."

At this time, Mr. Quan's attention was all on Quan Hao's hand holding Mo Xi, and he didn't hear his words at all.

He looked at it for a few seconds, twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, moved his gaze upwards, glanced at Quan Hao's face, and deliberately coughed loudly: "Why did you come back so soon? Everything has been dealt with?"

(End of this chapter)