Do not accept to fight!

**

Seeing this, Qu Xiran naturally wanted to get up together. He lightly supported the old man's trembling arms with both hands, and began to size up the man who kept approaching without a trace.

He has a pair of dark, pitch-black eyes that seem to be bottomless, staring at him for a few times like searching, and then stop paying attention.

The handsome, sculpture-like face was extremely indifferent, exactly the same as the outline of the old man, the black set off the perfect proportion of the man's shoulders, width and legs, and the muscles that were inadvertently revealed with his movements looked strong and powerful.

Such a tall and ruthless man has a steady and light step.

He is a practicing family son, although the hostility in his body has been restrained, it is still very heavy.

Compared with him, Zhang Xinran's shirt and trousers this summer are nothing.

He walked two steps away from the old man and stopped suddenly.

There was still no extra expression on the stern face, but the hard lines of the face relaxed a little, and some emotions were revealed in the deep and compelling eyes, so the whole person did not look so cold.

A deep, cello-like voice came out slowly, pleasant to the ear, "Dad, I'm back."

This is the uncle that the old man loves and hates.

The old man had adjusted his previous gaffe reaction long before the person came over, looked at him harshly, and said coldly: "You still know how to come back."

The atmosphere was instantly cold.

These awkward grandpas.

Qu Xiran let go, and took two steps back silently.

But the old man was keenly aware that he thought he was going to leave, so he called out decisively: "Xiao Ran, you don't have to go."

He was not good at communicating with this young son who was alone, so it would be less embarrassing if there were more than one person present.

"I..." Not wanting to leave, Qu Xiran paused, straightened his face in an instant, and said curiously and cautiously, "Hello, uncle."

Grandfather, in fact, I am more embarrassed.

From the words of the old man, it can be seen that the frequency of this uncle returning to China is extremely low. This time he returned to City A for more than a few months and still maintained the dressing habits he used to wear abroad. It can be seen that he has no plans to stay in China, and decided to return to China temporarily because of business.

Although he is not at home often, he knows the layout of the Zhang family mansion and the old man's daily habits very well... Then there may be someone who reports to him regularly among the servants of the mansion, perhaps Liu Ma.

It seems that he is also very concerned about the old man.

It's just that both father and son couldn't bear to express it.

"Well, it's so big." The man's lips moved slightly, the way he looked at Qu Xiran was no different from looking at a dead object like a table.

[Conversation with the ordinary character 'Zhang Hengzhen' is successful, and the survival points increase by 100] Ordinary plot characters...

The next moment, Qu Xiran directly looked away.

Since he is just an ordinary person, there is no need to pay special attention to it, not to mention that he won't stay for a few days, so it won't have a big impact on Zhang Xinran.

Qu Xiran used to be tolerant and concessional to his family, but not too tolerant to unkind outsiders.

If the other party deliberately doesn't give him a good face, and doesn't take him seriously, then Qu Xiran will not force herself to greet him with a smile, and will only take the other party less seriously.

**

The Zhang family, who hadn't seen the event for a long time, will hold a party in the mansion tonight. Of course, those who got the invitation will not lose face. It's too late to be happy, and they started preparing the gift list early.

I even heard that the legendary second young master of the Zhang family also rushed back from abroad, and now he is staying in the Zhang family to play Tai Chi with the old man, and some guessed that he came back to fight for power with his brother...

The daughter-in-law of the Yang family was painting her nails leisurely on the sofa. After hearing what her man said, she just yawned lazily, "Tsk, why are you so anxious about Zhang's own affairs? Even if your brother-in-law It's untenable, doesn't he still have three sons."

"You're right." The man in the suit sat down next to him, and he gradually understood, "Zhang Hengzhen has no wife or children, no matter how fiercely he fights, the future of this family belongs to his nephews world."

"As long as Wen Yuan follows Xin Lin steadily, we don't have to worry about a bad future."

"Why is it Xin Lin, not Xin Yue?" The man let go of the leader and took a long breath.

The woman's fingers paused, and she said with a smile: "Who doesn't know that the old man likes to spread the word, not to mention that Xin Lin has been in the group for the longest time, and he has shown a lot of goodwill to Yang on weekdays, so we can't stand on the other side."

"Well, the gift is ready."

"Everything is ready, but Wen Yuan hasn't come back yet..."

The man's face darkened when he heard this, "He ran out to fool around as soon as he returned to China, what is he like!"

"Wen Yuan's temper is a bit unsteady, and he hasn't lost his temper after studying foreign books for five years." The woman also frowned slightly, with a little worry on her mature and charming face, "You must be careful about this matter. The Zhang family is no more casual than the Yang family, although your brother-in-law now controls the power of the group, whoever is above the monkey spirit is hand-held by the old man, and major decisions still depend on the face of the old man."

The man thought for a while and said, "I'll find my elder sister and ask her to help me more."

"Okay." The woman smiled at him, looking more relieved.

**

The sun is shining brightly, and there are no clouds.

Qu Xiran stood under the shade of a tree with his hands in his pockets casually, smiling warmly.

Not far away, the old man was training his youngest son, who made him very conflicted.

The father and the father are not good at communicating, so it is a joy to pinch each other.

The old man is good at playing Tai Chi, using softness to overcome rigidity, self-contained, and often does not play cards according to the rules.

Looking at the other uncle, he is probably from Ye Luzi. His strength is good physical fitness, quick response, and quick and powerful counterattacks. However, the other party is his own father, so he can't be both light and heavy, so he seems timid when making gestures. , It didn't take long to lose the wind.

So there was a scene in front of me.

Anyway, Qu Xiran must have enjoyed watching it.

Hands are also a little itchy after cooling off.

It's a pity that he is now Zhang Xinran, a literary youth, who is only good at holding a paintbrush, growing flowers, and looking at the sky brightly and sadly, so he can't join the battle.

It's really unpleasant.

Ever since he was killed by his brother, he has been unhappy.

And he knew that this unhappiness would last for a long time.

This is probably the so-called life, which is extremely ironic and has to continue.

Thinking of this, Qu Xiran lost all interest. He restrained his eyes, held the old man's exclusive stainless steel tea cup firmly, and began to carefully look at the closely arranged Zhangjia Garden with his clear eyes.

At this time, several people are preparing grills and other tools that may be used for BBQ, and the overall activity area is far away from the koi pond.

Then the koi in this pond should be raised by the old man.

Counting the small points earned from the servants this morning, he now has a total of 3200 points.

"Xiao Ran."

"Ah?" Qu Xiran quickly regained consciousness, raised her face with a smile.

The old man had just abused his son in the name of sparring, but now he was refreshed, his brows were full of complacency, and he cheerfully waved his hand for his little grandson to come over.

Qu Xiran felt a "thud" in his heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

He still bite the bullet and trot over.

"grandfather."

"I'm going to make a phone call, you try it, just use what I taught you before."

Qu Xiran sneaked a glance at the tall man who was expressionless but obviously not in a good mood. He only felt that it was dangerous and wanted to avoid it.

"Grandfather, I can't... I almost forgot about it."

"It's okay, just try it casually." The old man pulled him in a good mood, took a step forward, and did not forget to add, "Don't be afraid, your uncle is very stupid."

That's when I'm with you...

Without the jacket, Zhang Hengzhen's strong and sexy muscles are completely exposed to the air. He is still wearing black leather gloves, his eyes are calm and calm, but it gives people a sense of indifference and chill.

Compared with him, Qu Xiran is just a chick with no hair yet, with thin arms and legs, and the flesh on his body is considered firm, but it is far from the one who has deliberately exercised.

In particular, he was half a head shorter in height.

Losing in terms of hardware, Qu Xiran's head shook like a rattle.

But Zhang Hengzhen had already taken a step, and held his arm tightly, and he couldn't help but push back.

"Come on." His face was indifferent, and his eyes were gloomy and menacing, and he added: "Be merciful."

Qu Xiran, "..."

This ordinary plot character, please don't steal my lines casually, thank you.

The old man has retreated to the shade of the tree, drinking tea and chatting on the phone in the shade.

And just when he was distracted for a moment, the other party had already started to fight shamelessly, with a fierce and domineering punch straight to Qu Xiran's face, without any mercy.

The man's strong breath suddenly approached, and every hair on his hair seemed to stand on end in shock.Qu Xiran's first reaction was to quickly dodge back and dodge, and then retaliate with his weak spot!

But now we have to use Taijiquan to learn from each other.

Qu Xiran quickly accumulated energy, bursting out in an instant, narrowly holding his straight punch with both hands, turning his wrist and leg wrongly, dismantling the move to vent his strength, and not allowing the opponent to attack half a step.

Since he is weak in strength, let's make up for the lack of one hand with both hands.

You can't be beaten in vain... Cough, at least you can't be beaten in the face!

Zhang Hengzhen raised his eyebrows, a little interesting.

So he rushed forward again, this time it was mainly punching, but all the strength was concentrated on the arm, he bumped up without warning, and almost sent Qu Xiran flying away in a blink of an eye.

This time he really ate hard, Qu Xiran's face was contorted in pain, and his breathing was short of breath, but he could only grit his teeth secretly, swallowing bitter water into his stomach.

I fucked you for messing with you!

If the hardware is not good, we will make up for it with technology.

Qu Xiran suppressed his anger, and for the time being just took one move after another, not clearly responding to his silent provocation.

and so on.

and so on.

He believes that this person will soon feel bored after doing so.

Sure enough, he didn't wait too long for this moment. The muscles on the man's arm were flexible and strong, but the rhythm gradually relaxed.

It's now!

His eyes were scorching, and he had stored energy for a long time. At this moment, he burst out and clamped the opponent's arm. Before Zhang Hengzhen could react, he took a blow on the knee first.

This push was vigorous and vigorous, and from the position of Mr. Zhang, he couldn't see it at all, just like the two of them twisted into a ball, exchanging ideas normally.

It's not over yet!

"Bam—"

It was the sound of a man's heavy body being smashed to the ground.

A smooth and perfect yoke throw.

As soon as the old man hung up the phone, he turned around and saw the scene that stunned him. Before he could figure it out, the little grandson rushed to his side quickly and hugged his arm, with a pitiful expression on the verge of crying .

"Grandfather! Uncle fell down!"

Zhang Hengzhen, "..."