as long as you love

"Miss Nan, next time I'm free, I will definitely visit."

"Does Hua Shao still play these bureaucratic accents with me? Say it's the next time, how about setting a date?"

Nan Jing sat in the car, poked his head out again, and made fun of the young man in front of him.

"Well...I'm afraid I have to arrange my schedule before I can tell Miss Nan the exact time."

Nan Jing's eyes showed disappointment, but he was actually cunning: "Hua Shao is really a busy man as the rumors say. Anyway, see you later!"

The car started, and the black and opaque windows slowly rose, covering the figure of the beauty in the car.

Hua Yuru stood in the distance, watched him off for a while, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the car was far away.

The Nan family in City B, a scholarly family, also operates a huge industry and has great influence in the north.

It is better to meet each other than to be famous, and the only daughter of the Nan family is indeed beautiful and well-bred.

but……

"Grandpa, what do you mean?" Hua Yuru looked helplessly at the old man sitting in the study.

"People sent away?" The old man was standing and writing with a brush, and the top-quality Jiaxing jade version was spread out on the table, pressed with a red sandalwood ruler carved with double dragons.

Don't look at his current appearance of such a laid-back person. During those years when the old man was in power, the Hua family was undergoing a new round of reshuffle. The situation was turbulent and the family declined.

The old man was stunned to rely on a ruthless spirit to kill a bloody road in both black and white, and to keep the status of the Hua family. Hua's industry has not shrunk but expanded, and it has gradually laid the foundation for today.It wasn't until Hua Xianjie took over that the property in the gray area of ​​the Hua family was gradually washed away.But to this day, no one knows whether the old man still holds the power over there.

"Nanjing is a good kid, isn't he? A top student at P University, now studying in Germany." The old man immersed himself in writing, but his words were a little appreciative.

"Yes, a talented girl from the Department of Chinese at P University, a graduate student at the School of Philosophy at M University in Germany." A lot of information had been exchanged during the chat just now, and Hua Yuru followed the conversation, but rolled his eyes and muttered in his heart: But what does this have to do with me?

"Hmph~ I understand better than I do." The mustache on the old man's face was raised, which means he is in a good mood: "Nanjing's grandfather and I are old friends, and I like this child very much, you should spend more time with her." Contact contact."

"Grandpa," Huayuru said helplessly, "One of us is in City B and the other is in City S. We don't have the same circle. How do we get in touch?"

"Nan Jing will be your future wife."

"How, can we have contact now?"

The Chinese-speaking Confucian froze.

"Grandpa?" He put away the playful expression on his face, and the line of his lips was straight.

"Why, don't you like such a beautiful woman?" The old man looked at the expression on his grandson's face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone seemed genuinely surprised.

He didn't stop writing, and continued: "The Nan family also made great efforts to rescue you this time. The joints that Xianrui couldn't get through in Beijing were all helped by the Nan family. Hui and Chen Sheng have offended the giants..."

Speaking of which, the old man paused for a moment, as if he wanted to give the young man time to think and circle around.

"Weigh it yourself, what will they do for it?" Not for money, not for power.

Rescue the son-in-law?

These words choked in the Chinese Confucianism's throat, making him want to vomit.After thinking through some joints, he frowned and asked, "Have you reached a verbal agreement with them?"

Apart from a marriage contract, Huayu Confucianism could not figure out what could attract the Nan family in the capital to come forward to handle affairs.

It's just... that he was notified of this important event in his life just now, isn't he taking his client's opinion too seriously? !

"Little Confucianism," the old man stared at him with sharp eyes, "I don't think you don't know that all the heads of the Fahrenheit family will marry each other, right?"

This history includes Hua Xianjie, the old man himself, and naturally the next successor of the Hua family.

Such heavy responsibilities were suppressed, making Huayu Confucianism silent for a while.

He felt sorry for the old man and his father, because now he must no longer be able to follow such a tradition.

Strengthening his inner thoughts, Huayuru said, "Grandpa, do you know the news a few days ago?"

The turning point of the topic often means new information points.

"What do you want to say?" The old man's subordinates turned over another page of the signature.The flat tone made it impossible to guess the true emotions in his heart.

Instead, it makes the listener even more uneasy.

Chinese Confucianism said: "I have someone I like. A man."

The air was silent for a moment.

There was none of the expected shock and reprimand.

The old man acted as if he hadn't heard it, the expression on his face remained unchanged.Driven by his wrist, the writing brush in his hand continued to finish the last "dot" of "Iron Horse Jinge" vigorously and slowly.As if satisfied with the writing, I put down the pen, picked up the paper, stretched it out, and waited for the ink to dry before putting it down again, and slowly laying it flat.

No matter how good the concentration of Chinese Confucians is, they cannot withstand such torture.

Just about to speak again, the other party's words came over:

"Then guess it." The old man pressed the red sandalwood ruler on the paper again and put it away, with a soft "click", "Do I know who he is?"

Chinese Confucianism is like falling into an icehouse.

He thought that the media didn't know the identity of his "boyfriend", and neither would the old man, but he forgot that the old man had his own news channel.

If he knew about his relationship with Qiqi...

Huayuru's heart was covered in a layer of ice slag in the icy air, but he still tried his best to maintain a calm face.

He didn't forget to consider that the other party might be defrauding him at this time.

But the old man's next words made his last hope fall into the dust.

"Indeed, that child is not of the blood of our Hua family."

"But do you think that you can be together without any burden?"

"..."

Huayu Confucianism was surprised at the transparency of the old man, but it was just a surprise.

He lowered his eyebrows, turned his palm over, and looked at the lines on his palm: "Grandpa, you know me." He seemed obedient, but said the most rebellious words: "I will not change the things that have been decided."

"--Snapped"

The brush was slammed down by the old man, and the soaked ink dots blurred the large characters just written.

"Chinese Confucianism! Your father has taught you for so many years, has he never taught you any responsibility?"

"It's my responsibility and I will take it." Hua Yuru said, "But it has nothing to do with who I choose to spend this life with."

"—You're confused!!" The old man went mad with anger, raised his palm high, and swung it down fiercely.

A red mark instantly appeared on the young man's handsome face, but his expression remained unchanged, and his back straightened even more.

"Grandpa," he bowed deeply to the old man, "If you have nothing else to do, then I'll go out first."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out without hesitation.

Just as his finger touched the doorknob, he was stopped again.

"Little Confucianism." The old man's voice has calmed down, even faintly cold:

"Don't forget, you are my own grandson,"

Huayu Confucianism held the doorknob and waited for the other party's next sentence:

"—but he's not."

Chinese Confucianism gathered together.At the same time, his cell phone rang.

It's Jiang Du's call.

After thinking about it, I picked it up on the spot, and the other party's anxious voice rang in my ears:

"Hua Shao. The young master is gone!"

The light in the young man's eyes sharpened in vain, and his whole body was like a sword unsheathed, with a cold light.

Turning around suddenly, he looked at the old man with sharp eyes and a cold expression behind the desk.

"grandfather......"

The words seemed to stick in his throat, and he spit them out again with difficulty:

"You did...?"