Almighty boss can be sweet

Chapter 100 is his creation
Zhao Qi has been told many times by his grandfather, so he naturally knows what the old man means.It was nothing more than complaining that he didn't like being a carpenter.

Every time he heard about this, he would find a reason to run away, but today was different, he asked for help, and obediently listened to all his nagging.

Because he was too bored, he kept staring at the old man's face. Looking at the old man's face, he felt that the grandfather in his memory seemed to have changed, with loose skin, unevenly distributed age spots, and the snow-white hair, which was slightly bent. the back of...

Grandpa is getting old...

At this moment, Zhao Qi seemed to understand why the old man hit him more and more frequently.

It is estimated that I am afraid that I will not be able to move in the future.

Mr. Zhao babbled for a long time. When he looked up, he found that the little bastard was still there. He asked in surprise, "You didn't slip away?"

He thought the little bastard had already run away!

Zhao Qi touched his nose, thinking about how to speak.

"Did you run out of money?" Mr. Zhao felt that this grandson was a real grandson. If he hadn't run out of money, he wouldn't be here listening to him nagging for so long.

Zhao Qi shook his head, his eyes were rare and pure.

"Is that an accident?"

Zhao Qi still shook his head, pulling Elder Zhao's arm, with an unprecedented firmness on his face.

"Grandpa, I want to learn Gu Wu from Jing Lao."

"Sure enough, I knew nothing good happened to you kid!"

Mr. Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, if this brat didn't have any plans for him, he would be really worried.Mr. Zhao looked like I knew you kid, and asked.

"Who is Boss Jing? Why do you want to learn ancient martial arts?"

Mr. Zhao has been obsessed with woodcraft all his life, and he doesn't know much about ancient martial arts, but he also knows that people who learn ancient martial arts have practiced since childhood. Can his grandson do it?Moreover, with so few people practicing ancient martial arts, did the little bastard meet a connoisseur or a charlatan?

"It's Jing Mo from our class, grandpa, don't look at her young, she is very powerful, a group of fugitives came to our school a few days ago, she was the one who caught..."

"Good! Good! Good!!!"

Zhao Qi hadn't finished his edited words when he heard his grandfather say three good words in succession.

He looked at his grandfather in a daze, so he agreed?His imaginary persuasion process just disappeared...

And his grandfather, who he expected to obstruct in every possible way, was looking at him enviously with shining eyes.

Zhao Qi suddenly realized, yes, Grandpa always wanted him to get in touch with Boss Jing.Recalling the fear of being dominated by his grandpa, he threw the food box aside to his grandpa and rushed out.

Mr. Zhao looked at the little bastard's doggy behavior, laughed and cursed a few words, looked down at the food box in his arms, his smiling eyes narrowed into slits.

Bear boy, he remembers what he likes to eat.It is also his good fortune to be able to interact with people like Jing Mo.

……

Mo family.

Mo Chongyun let out a foul breath, wishing he could kill the bastard standing in front of him.

Doesn't he feel uncomfortable if he doesn't act like a monster for a few days?

"Mo Yichen, tell me what you did this year. You played games a while ago, and you entered the police station a few days ago... Okay, I know what you're going to say. It wasn't your fault, so why didn't you Others? Flies don't bite seamless eggs, and you can cause such things in school, what can you do in the future?"

After Mo Chongyun finished speaking, he felt that his blood pressure had soared. He thought his son had settled down, but it turned out that he was holding back a big move.

"Learn ancient martial arts? Are you going to be a professional gangster?"

(End of this chapter)