The warm marriage and cute wife of the rich and famous

Chapter 243 He Is Your Little Grandpa
"He's your little grandfather." Duan Xiu used six words to completely wipe out his good feelings in Song Zhi's mind.

When Song Xiaohan heard this, his eyes widened, "Grandpa?"

"Yes." Duan Xiu said again.

Anyway, he didn't want to make a good impression in front of Song Zhi, and what he said was the truth, so why stare.

Song Zhi swallowed, and his hands under his sleeves tightened slightly. If it wasn't in front of the child, he really didn't know if he could hold it back.

He really remembered this Duan Xiu.

Song Zhi gritted his teeth, still unable to deny it.

And Mr. Song's eyes were obviously locked on Song Xiaohan, so he didn't notice the reaction of his younger son.

Song Xiaoqiao also hasn't seen her son for some days, her eyes are full of his little figure.

It is estimated that at this moment, except for Duan Xiu, no one "appreciates" Song Zhi's face that is about to turn into charcoal.

Song Xiaohan stared at the "little grandpa" in front of him who looked younger than his father, and his small eyebrows were about to twist into twists.

In an instant, a whole host of questions flooded his pouch.

"Isn't grandpa supposed to be older than my father? Why is this grandpa so small?"

Without waiting for someone to answer him, Song Xiaohan continued to be curious about the bad traditions of the baby.

"Besides, this grandpa seems to be about the same age as my mommy. Why?"

"Why haven't I seen it before?"

"—"

In just 2 minutes, Song Xiaohan had asked a lot of questions.

Song Zhi's face can no longer be imaged with black charcoal, and the whole person has directly entered the world of ice cubes.

The whole body exudes a frightening cold——

The point is, the curious baby in front of him doesn't want to stop at all. He just asks questions and doesn't even seem to want the answers.

Song Xiaoqiao listened to each other, and at this moment, she also found out that something was wrong with her uncle, so she quickly hugged Song Xiaohan into her arms, "Come on, Mommy hugs, Hanhan is not thirsty, go drink some water. "

"Okay, I'm thirsty, I'll ask again later." After Song Xiaohan finished speaking, something made a soft "pop".

Several people looked at each other, and finally, all eyes locked on Song Zhi's hand.

In his hand was a pen that was broken in two.

Mr. Song glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched. With so many people here, he didn't know how to restrain himself.

The corners of Duan Xiu's mouth curled up. Although the smile was not obvious, those who knew him well knew that he was smiling.

Where did Song Xiaoqiao dare to stay, she quickly hugged Song Xiaohan and flashed away.

Seeing Song Xiaoqiao left, Duan Xiu naturally had no intention of staying in the garden, so he hurriedly followed her.

Mr. Song suddenly realized that he still had a book he hadn't finished reading, so he passed Song Zhi and left, pointing directly at the study.

However, a few minutes later, Mr. Song came out again.

"Have any of you seen the pen on my desk? It was specially mailed by my comrade-in-arms as a birthday present for me. Have any of you seen it?"

In the garden, he was thinking for a while how to introduce himself to Song Xiaohan, but this sentence directly brought him back to his original form.

"Maybe it fell on the ground, Grandpa, look for it again." Song Xiaoqiao said in a low voice.

However, when she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something.

pen?

The one in my uncle’s hand just now——

Mr. Song thought for a while, "Maybe, I'll look for it again. I heard that it was brought back from abroad. It was specially customized. It costs tens of thousands per piece. In fact, the money is nothing. The main reason is that the friendship is so important. Ten years of friendship, you can't lose it."

Song Zhi in the garden turned into two pieces of "wreckage" on the ground. The money is nothing, but if the old man is not told that he broke his pen and it was given by his old comrade-in-arms, what will happen~

The most important thing is that even if he wants to make one now, it will take time.

At this moment, the anxious face of the old man appeared in sight.

"By the way, Song Zhi, what kind of pen was that pen in your hand just now?" Mr. Song suddenly thought of something, and hurried over and asked.

Song Zhi hurriedly stood in front of the "wreckage", his eyes just moved to Duan Xiu who also came out, when his eyes met, he actually saw Duan Xiu smile, his hands tightened slightly, forget it, just admit it Well, anyway—

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and when he heard the content, he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)