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In order to prevent the old man from saying anything to someone when he is not around.

Feng Nai didn't move, only holding his trouser pocket with one hand, standing there handsomely.

Mr. Feng laughed and said, "Why, are you afraid that my little friend who ate me will die?"

"Of course I'm afraid. After all, grandpa has been eating people without spitting out their bones since he started business." Feng Nai said casually.

Mr. Feng had to endure it again and again before he hit his grandson with the dragon-head crutch.

But Mo Bei took action for him, patted Feng Nai on the back, and said in a calm voice: "Don't make the old man angry."

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows. Did someone clearly understand that he was blocking the knife for her?

Why has she been tearing him down since she came in?

Mr. Feng's mood is getting better and better.

Especially when he saw the young man sending his grandson to the study.

Mr. Feng was not even gentle when playing chess, and did not deliberately embarrass him.

After all, under his influence, today's young people are getting better and better at playing chess.

Originally it was just for convenience of conversation.

Unexpectedly, it was raining, but Mr. Feng discovered that the kid sitting opposite him had surprisingly good fundamentals.

"Do you usually play chess at home?" Mr. Feng asked.

Mo Bei took a taxi and replied: "I'm not at home anymore. I always play in the park during my morning stroll."

"Going out early?" Mr. Feng chuckled: "You young people, do you want to do morning exercises?"

Mo Bei put the chess pieces away, his eyebrows unchanged: "They are all the same."

Mr. Feng didn't know that Mo Bei's usual interests were the same as those of veteran cadres.

While at home.

When I get up at seven o'clock every day, I will definitely go to a nearby park and play Tai Chi with the Tai Chi masters.

Even when playing chess, the elders didn't have enough manpower, so they asked Mo Bei to help him. But he became more and more familiar with it, and people who play games have a similar way of thinking, so Mo Bei's chess skills gradually improved.

Mr. Feng has never felt so comfortable playing chess with anyone for a long time.

His grandson would occasionally come to play with him once or twice.

The rest of the people gave way too obviously.

Gradually, Mr. Feng began to think that the conversation was not so boring.

Now this one.

Mr. Feng is really serious.

The butler can tell.

Because they had added hot water to the tea cup twice, their old chairman was still concentrating. Occasionally he would push up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes would be on the chessboard, not talking to Master Mo at all.

"Why did you think of taking this step?" Mr. Feng smiled and pointed at the chess game with his finger: "If you move here, you will win, silly boy."

Mo Bei's voice was light: "My master once taught me that when I meet a respected elder, I have to lose once. I respect you very much, so I lose once to make you happy."

Mr. Feng paused for a moment and couldn't help laughing: "So you are trying to make me happy."

"Yeah." Mo Bei's eyes were serious.

Mr. Feng looked at the face that was so clean that you could almost see the down.

He thought to himself, forget it, he didn't care about these two children.

Who can tell the future path clearly?

"You should have noticed that I put Nair away just to have some peace talks." Mr. Feng put away the chess pieces, stood up with his crutches, and vaguely relaxed: "In terms of relationships, our Feng family does not It’s not that unenlightened. Even if Nair takes the wrong path, we won’t object..."

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