After taking down the boss, the painting style is sweet and fried

Chapter 236 I Came to Find Huahua

After Su Wenji saw the person coming, he immediately stepped forward and politely shook Elder Yan's wrinkled hand.

"Old Yan, why didn't you enter the house when you came!~" Su Wenji was full of enthusiasm.

Although I don't know why the old president Yan came to their house, but since he appeared, it is the glory of their family's prosperity.

Of course I carried myself away with joy.

Seeing Su Wenji's every move, he was still scolding the old man next to Su Hua for being a poor relative from the countryside, and slapped him in the face with contempt.

A burst of blue and a burst of red.

Not even a blind person can see that the old man Su Wenji was talking about must not be an ordinary person.

For a while, her better face flushed red.

Even breathing is thin.

At this moment, the footsteps that were going to be walked were enthusiastically pulled, and the warm and angry face still did not improve much. After all, Yan Lao is a person who has lived his whole life, how could he care about a little girl.

He just looked at Su Wenji and then at Su Xiyan, who had an embarrassing face, and said under his breath: "If you have time, let's take care of your daughter!~"

These short words revealed gloom.

Su Wenji was not a fool, so he naturally knew what it meant, he just glanced at Su Xiyan, turned his head in disappointment, and welcomed Mr. Yan in.

Su Hua didn't bother to say a word from the beginning to the end.

I just feel that there is no room for her here, and she has plenty of places to go.

Seeing the three of them walking side by side, Su Xiyan stood where she was, with a look of resentment.

Su painting.

It's Su Hua again.

How could she, a bumpkin from a mountain village, know the big shots in Shangjing?
Just a poor fool.

There was a jealous gleam in his eyes.

Su Muye shook his head and sighed as he stepped forward, he didn't even want to look at Su Xiyan more: "Let's do it for ourselves!~"

A decisive word is a tone of warning.

Seeing Su Muye's back as he walked away, Su Xiyan gritted her teeth with hatred.

Why?
Starting today, Su Muye ignored Su Xiyan for no apparent reason, and even ignored her existence in the class.

It wasn't until after school just now that Su Muye spoke the truth.

It turned out that the dispute between her and Su Hua was seen by Su Muye that night, in his real appearance.

Although Su Xiyan was unwilling to lose Su Muye's support, in this family, only the old man was on her side in the blink of an eye.

Now it seems that even the parents are partial to Su Hua, so it is really a biological daughter.

In their eyes, they are just an outsider.

Su Hua, if you insist on forcing me, then don't blame me for being rude.

As soon as Mr. Yan entered the door, he saw Liang Caiping's blank face, but asked with a smile on his face: "This is..."

Just now I heard the noise outside the door, so I asked Su Wenji to go out to see if the children came back, why didn't they come in for a long time.

When he looked up again, he saw an old man with a rough face.

Could it be the father-in-law's friend?

"This is the old president of the famous boxing association." Su Wenji couldn't hide his excitement.

Although the old president has retired, his reputation in the boxing association is not a decoration.

How many young people who once dreamed of it.

"Boxing Association?" This is the famous three clubs in Beijing?
But why did the old president come to their house?
No matter how curious she was, the upbringing etiquette of a well-known lady made her warmly entertain her: "It's a pleasure to meet you, please sit down first, and I'll ask my father to come down."

Elder President Yan came, what a splendid event, it was naturally grand and received by the whole family.

Liang Caiping was about to turn around when she was stopped by Elder Yan.

Originally, he didn't want to come over and bother directly at the door, but he couldn't stand not seeing Xiangsu Hua after so many years.

"Don't bother, I'm just here to meet Huahua."

The sound of drawing made Liang Caiping and Su Wenji dumbfounded.

When did the youngest daughter of their family know such a big man?

They all opened their eyes curiously and looked at Su Hua who had been silent all this time.

After being stared at by these two scorching gazes for a long time, Su Hua had no choice but to put away the phone in her hand and replied: "We met many years ago, by accident, by fate."

After thinking about it, it is true.

Some perfunctory.

But hearing it in Su Wenji's ears, he felt very fortunate and lucky.

"It is a great fate to meet you every year." Serving hot tea, Su Wenji's grinning mouth did not close for a long time.

The enthusiasm of these people fell into the eyes of Mr. Yan, and he felt a lot more comfortable. At least he knew that Huahua would not be too miserable in this family.

"Knowing painting is my luck." Many old events are drowned in this simple sentence.

No one asked carefully, although curious.

Hearing the old man's voice, old man Su who was sitting on the second floor put down the teacup in his hand and helped his eyes with gold rims hanging on the bridge of his nose, and said in a deep voice, "Who's coming outside?"

Li Xian's slightly bent body glanced outside the door. The second floor of the duplex, which is similar in decoration style to Baicheng, had a clear view of the hall downstairs.

At first, when he saw the dark gray figure sitting on the sofa downstairs, Li Xian thought he had made a mistake, and when he took a closer look, he was startled.

Even the footsteps walking into the study room were a bit vain and messy, and he stuttered: "Dong, chairman, downstairs is, it's old president Yan."

Mr. Su: "."

"What?" It was obvious that Li Xian's words were not credible.

Everyone in the world doesn't know Mr. Yan, how could he not know him.

Seeing that Li Xian nodded affirmatively, Mr. Su stood up so excited that he almost knocked over the teacup in front of him.

"Go, let's go down quickly."

"Wait, do you see that my clothes are neat?"

Such an impatient Mr. Su had never been seen before.

Su Hua sat in a corner of the sofa, listening to their exchange of pleasantries, almost speechless.

Even Su Muye, who always liked to hide in the room and disliked such occasions, rarely sat on the sofa. Only Su Xiyan went upstairs because she lost her face.

Everyone ignored her.

Just went upstairs and bumped into Mr. Su who was about to go downstairs.

"Grandpa." For the first time, the sweet and sweet voice made the old man so anxious that he didn't notice it, and passed by Su Xiyan's side directly.

Not even an answer.

Being ignored by grandpa for the first time, Su Xiyan seemed to be stimulated, and stood at the stairs on the second floor, refusing to move for a moment.

And Mr. Su only heard about the Three Meetings in Beijing, but he had never seen the deity.

Seeing this for the first time was naturally exciting.

He also ignored Su Xiyan who took the initiative to greet her.

"Old Yan, I have admired your name for a long time, and today I finally saw the true face of Mount Lu. It's a great honor to meet you."

The crutches he was leaning on were taken over by Li Xian behind him, and he held Yan Lao's hand as he spoke with both hands.

Excessive enthusiasm fell into Su Hua's eyes, and it was just a light look.

This glance happened to be caught by Yan Lao.

It seems that Huahua doesn't like this old man Su very much.

He didn't say much, just chuckled twice to show his politeness.

"I don't know that Mr. Yan is here today, but what's the matter?"

As the saying goes, there is nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall.

(End of this chapter)