The Villain CEO Always Mooches My Melons Ch. 170

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He said that his great-grandma's aesthetic taste could not be so strange, and this kind of exaggerated dress must be required for stage performances.

An Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into Yu Xiulan's home with a large and small bag of supplements in his hand.

After putting the gift on the ground, An Xia suddenly saw Sima Qiang raised his hand and touched his cool sky-high Mohawk.

The next second— there was a light "plop".

The sky-high Mohawk on Sima Qiang's head was pulled off by him like pulling a carrot.

An Xia, who had already recovered, widened his eyes again.

What the hell was this!

Without the blessing of the Mohawk and black sunglasses, Sima Qiang's temperament was much softer, from a non-mainstream old man who looked very difficult to mess with, to a non-mainstream old man who looked easy to control.

Sima Qiang carefully took care of the Mohawk wig in his hand and placed it neatly in the transparent acrylic box of the TV cabinet.

Then he touched his bald head again, took out two big red envelopes from his leather jacket and handed them to An Xia and Fu Qingchen, "Xiao An Xia, today is the first time that Grandpa Qiang meets you two. I don't know what you young people like now, so I can only give you some pocket money so that you can buy some delicious food by yourself."

The older generation liked to let the younger generation use their pocket money to buy what they like to eat.

Sima Qiang's own great-grandson was not around, so his full of love was poured on An Xia and Fu Qingchen.

The non-mainstream old man Sima Qiang laughed, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched out.

He also had a great-grandson, but his great-grandson was less than ten years old this year. He lived abroad with his family and didn't often go back to Haicheng.

So Sima Qiang felt close when he saw An Xia, especially since An Xia was his girlfriend's little great-grandson, which made his smile bigger and his wrinkles deeper.

Why would elders give out red envelopes to their grandchildren when they meet for the first time?

How could he feel comfortable taking it like that?

An Xia hesitated for only 0.01 seconds, then smiled and solemnly took the two thick red envelopes from Sima Qiang with both hands.

He was shameless this time, and he would definitely refuse next time!

After getting the two big red envelopes, An Xia secretly weighed them, and finally stuffed the lighter one into Fu Qingchen's arms, "Keep it, this is Grandpa Qiang's heart."

Fu Qingchen pretended not to see his little move, and took the big red envelope from his hand with a smile.

Although they had just had lunch, Yu Xiulan had already planned to start preparing dinner now.

An Xia had been busy with work and rarely went home in recent years. Yu Xiulan saw his hard work and naturally felt very distressed for An Xia.

She also missed her great-grandson, but she didn't want to disturb him frequently, so she dared to quietly pay attention to his recent situation.

After seeing that her great-grandson gradually got rid of the shadow of the past, his life was back on track, and he had a stable and high-paying job, Yu Xiulan's heart was completely relieved.

As early as when Fu Qingchen contacted her through An Xia and said that they would come to see her together soon, Yu Xiulan began to clean up his room.

She also specially replaced the small bed in An Xia's room with a large bed that was big enough for two adult men to sleep together, and prepared a few more sets of sheets and quilts.

Yu Xiulan hadn't seen An Xia for a whole year, and she was not sure what patterns and colors An Xia liked now, so she simply bought several sets and brought them home, and changed into whichever one An Xia liked.

An Xia finally came back, Yu Xiulan was determined to use all her skills, vowing to make An Xia live comfortably at home these two days.

"My dear grandson, you play with Xiao Fu in the living room for a while, and your great-grandma will go to the kitchen with your Grandpa Qiang to prepare dinner for today.

"I still remember what you like to eat the most, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, don't worry! I will let you eat enough today! I just bought a batch of fresh local eggs a few days ago, and today I will use them for my dear grandson!"

Yu Xiulan walked into the kitchen with a head full of colorful waves, and Sima Qiang followed closely.

Not long after, two old men in black leather jackets and black leather pants came out of the kitchen together, "Let's change clothes first."

An Xia knew Yu Xiulan's personality best. Whenever he came home, Yu Xiulan would cook for him personally and would never let him interfere.

After carefully confirming that the elderly people busy in the kitchen did not need any help, An Xia returned to the living room with a plate of apples that his great-grandma had cut for him.

As soon as he came back, he saw Fu Qingchen staring at the photo wall in the living room in a daze.

An Xia walked to him with a fruit plate and followed his line of sight, only to find that Fu Qingchen was concentrating on his childhood photo.

Rather than saying that this was his childhood photo, it's better to say that this was his black history.

Because although this photo was not very clear, it still could be seen clearly that the little guy in the photo was holding a half-eaten candied haw in one hand and crying loudly, and the little guy was only wearing one shoe on his foot, and the other shoe had disappeared.

An Xia was a little embarrassed when his boyfriend found out about his embarrassing childhood photo, "This is when I went to the market with my great-grandma on Sunday. As a result, there were too many people, and I don't know who kicked off one of my shoes."

That pair of shoes was bought for him by his great-grandma as a reward for him winning a little red flower in kindergarten.

An Xia still remembered how happy he was when he received this gift when he was a child.

Of course, how happy he was, how sad he cried when one of his shoes was kicked off by someone else.

Fu Qingchen wanted to laugh when he saw this photo, and he laughed even more happily when he heard An Xia talk about his dark history.

He seemed to be able to hear the loud crying of little An Xia through this photo.

Fu Qingchen turned his head and looked at An Xia, "Then let's buy two pairs of identical shoes later."

An Xia asked him, "Why buy two pairs of identical shoes?"

"Because even if you accidentally lose one of the shoes again, you still have a spare one to wear."

"..."

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