Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 493 This Secret Has Been Hidden Deeply by That Disabled...

In the study room, the old man stepped up to the cushion where the chess board was placed, lightly pushed the crutch in his hand aside, and said to Fu Xiheng who walked into the study room without looking back: "Come and play chess with me."

Fu Xiheng's expression froze for a moment, and when his eyes fell on the set of golden nanmu Nine Dragon Chess that An Nuan gave to Fu Yaoting, his eyes suddenly brightened.

With thin lips and shallow hooks, he sat down opposite the old man with calm and elegant steps.

Fu Yaoting is quite accomplished in chess, even Fu Xiheng's chess skills were taught by him.

But because Fu Xiheng was busy with business, he hadn't played chess with the old man for a long time.

However, in today's Yibo, it is difficult to tell the winner.Fu Xiheng did not let Fu Yaoting gain the upper hand because of his long-term unfamiliarity.

Time passed slowly like fine sand in an hourglass. Nearly half an hour had passed, and the grandparent and grandson hadn't decided the outcome yet.

Fu Xiheng noticed the sunken face of the old man opposite, and unconsciously hooked his lips. After a "cannon", he lifted his dark eyes and reminded slowly: "Grandpa, it's your turn."

Fu Yaoting raised his white eyebrows and glanced at him, picked up the chess in his hand, his shrewd old eyes fell on the chessboard, and suddenly, angrily glared at Fu Xiheng who was opposite him, "What a general with two guns, you Brat, save such a big move for me?!"

"Don't play anymore! Don't play anymore!" Seeing that he was doomed, Fu Yaoting squeezed the chess in his hand and threw it on the board, and opened his mouth unwillingly, "Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, I admit defeat in this game of chess, old man! "

Even if Fu Xiheng won, it was to please the old man. While putting away the chess pieces in front of him, he complimented: "Grandpa has always let Xiheng go, otherwise how could Xiheng have won against you, Grandpa?"

"Hey! You—" the old man curled his lips, got up with Fu Xiheng's support, walked to the sofa and sat down, sighed, "It seems that I am destined to lose to you, old man!"

Fu Xiheng smiled dignifiedly and charmingly, leaned over and poured a cup of tea for the old man, and brought it to him, "Grandpa, drink it."

Fu Yaoting took the tea from Fu Xiheng and quenched his thirst, "Do you know why I called you here?"

Fu Xiheng pondered for a while, "If I'm not wrong, it's about the bichon frize?"

Fu Yaoting's expression froze when he heard the words, and he stared straight at him with scheming eyes, "Then what did you investigate?"

"What about grandpa?" Fu Xiheng asked without answering.

Although the old man traveled abroad with Grandma Fu not long ago, he was not idle behind his back.He probably knew what happened in Yuncheng early on.

If Fu Xiheng is a beast that lurks in the dark, then Fu Yaoting is a lion who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests, and no movement from the outside world will escape his sight.

Fu Yaoting put down the teacup in his hand, sighed helplessly, his eyes diverged, "I lost it in the east, I harvested it in Sangyu, I didn't expect to know that Zijin is the long-lost daughter of the Su family through the bichon frize. "

Fu Xiheng squinted his long and narrow eyes, the coldness emanating from the bottom of them was like an ancient well shrouded in sparse moonlight in a winter night.

He stretched out his bony fingers and casually tapped on his knees, and his thin lips curled into an extremely indifferent arc, "Then grandpa should also know that this secret has been hidden deeply by that cripple..."

At this moment, Fu Zijin, who was upstairs, was about to push open the door of the study room and ask Fu Yaoting, grandson and grandson to go downstairs for dinner, when he heard this shocking scene, suddenly, a string in his heart broke.

Both happy and sad!

(End of this chapter)