Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

It made him very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Luo Qingqian took the situation of the two of them into his eyes, got up suddenly, sat next to Mr. Han's sofa, reached out and shook Mr. Han's arm: "Grandpa, why are you making things difficult for my dad, my dad is fine, are you Aren't you shy?"

"Nonsense, would I be shy as an old man?" Elder Han snorted arrogantly.

Luo Qing smiled and stroked the hair: "Grandpa is the most handsome, but he is also shy."

"Good girl." Mr. Han failed to pretend to be cool, and finally he was not so serious. Father Luo saw that Luo Qingqian and Mr. Han had such a close relationship, and shouted one after another, which was inexplicably tasteful.

Especially the relationship between the two is not pretending but really so good.

Luo's father was slightly disappointed, looking at the tea smoke in front of him, he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Boy, your daughter has worked so hard. You are the one who is going to apologize. Are you still in a daze?" Mr. Han snorted, and instantly drew Father Luo's attention back.

Father Luo's face was a little embarrassing, and he hurriedly said, "Mr. Han, I didn't do it on purpose."

Han Lao glanced at him, "Forget it, for Qianqian's obedience, I will forgive you this time."

"Grandpa, for my sake, my father is also very sincere, so you have to encourage him." Luo Qingqian pouted at the side, pretending to be dissatisfied.

Father Luo opened his mouth nervously: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Mr. Han glanced at him, and Father Luo's face became more embarrassing: "Forget it, it's actually not your fault. I, an old man, didn't lose anything, and I don't want to worry about anything."

"Since you met today, let's drink tea."

"Good grandpa." Luo Qingqian nodded approvingly.

Father Luo also breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the teacup to talk to Mr. Han.

After a while, Luo Qingqian found an opportunity to walk away. She knew that the two of them had something to talk about, so naturally she wouldn't be like a light bulb.

But as soon as he walked into the yard, he ran into Han Zhaoye who came back from the outside, the grandson of Mr. Han, who was still holding a camera in his hand, and seemed to be taking pictures of something.

"Brother Zhaoye, haven't you gone to work in City D?" Luo Qingqian asked in surprise.

Han Zhaoye, the grandson of Han Lao, had a gentle smile on his face when he heard the words: "I'll come back first if I have something to do."

"What do you mean you came back beforehand? It was obviously grandpa who called you back, saying that if you don't come back, you won't be allowed to take pictures of that model, or the one with no clothes on." Han Zeyao, Mr. Han who followed up The youngest grandson of the family is very disrespectful.

Hearing this, Luo Qingqian's eyes widened suddenly. Han Zhaoye, isn't Mr. Han's grandson taking the cover of a magazine? When did he actually take some body art photos?
Han Zhaoye, Han Lao's grandson knew what Luo Qingqian was thinking as soon as he saw Luo Qingqian's expression, a few black lines across his forehead, he slapped his younger brother on the head, and said to Luo Qingqian over and over again: "It's not you! As expected."

"By the way, grandpa said, if you need, I can also take pictures for you."

"No... no, no need." Luo Qingqian smiled and took two steps back. If she could see clearly, she could still see her, swallowing her saliva. It was obvious that she had completely misunderstood Han Zhaoye, the grandson of Han Lao. Already working.

On the side, Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han, was instantly happy, "Haha, brother, don't do such a sinful thing, you are going to do it anyway, look, you scared our little sister Qianqian."

"I'm your sister, call me sister." Luo Qingqian took the words instantly, and raised her eyebrows at Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han.

Han Zeyao, the youngest grandson of Mr. Han's smile froze: "It's only a few months younger..."