Yan Zhixu accompanied Fu Shimo in the hospital for a day. In the evening, he received a call from his grandmother Bei Cenyue. He heard that she had talked about her boyfriend and hoped that she could take her back to meet him.

He hung up the phone and asked for his opinion. After asking for his consent, he prepared the gift, and the two set off towards the Nanjia old house.

Forty minutes later.

The black red flag car drove into the old house, and many flowers in the yard withered and withered in the harsh winter.

Entering the living room, the old lady, the old man Nan and the younger cousin Nan Zelin were at home, and the eldest uncle Nan Jinchuan had not come back.

"Grandpa, grandma, little dumpling."

Yan Zhixu's cold eyes flashed with a smile, seeing the blood-connected family members, he devoted his most sincere feelings without reservation.

With a bag in his hand, Fu Shimo greeted him in a humble and polite manner without being humble or arrogant.

"Old Mr. Nan, Mrs. Zelin, good evening, it's my first visit, what a disturbance."

Nan Zelin held a green jujube in his hand, took a bite, and rolled his eyes secretly.

Do you know the interruption is coming?

This person has entered the house to win the favor of his grandparents. He is not harmless at all. He is clearly a scheming man.

Bei Cenyue stood up and took the gift, "Don't disturb, don't disturb, you kid, come here, why do you spend money on gifts?"

His mouth was saying hateful words, but a pair of piercing eyes showed satisfaction.

This child is dignified, gentle and jade-like, knows how to advance and retreat, and is polite, and is really a good match for their Ash.

Fu Shimo and Yan Zhixu sat down on the sofa, Nan Zelin's eyes twitched, and a plan came to his mind.

He jumped off the sofa, grabbed Yan Zhixu's hand, and acted coquettishly in a low voice.

"Cousin, can I sit next to you if I want? I haven't seen you for a long time, do you not like me anymore?"

Talking about being possessed by a playboy, she sniffed, her eyes were misty and tearful, and she looked pitiful like an abandoned puppy.

Yan Zhixu: "..."

Suddenly I remembered Nan Wenshu, who is also a drama elite. The skill of emotional drama is inherited from the blood of the Nan family?

Smiling and shaking his head, "I'm sorry, I refuse."

Hearing this, the corners of Nan Zelin's eyes became bright red, and the mist in his eyes was about to burst out of his eyes.

"cousin……"

Pinching the glutinous little milky voice, it's pathetic.

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly lifted up from behind in vain. Old Man Nan carried Nan Zelin's collar and put him on the sofa.

"You're still sticking to your cousin when you're so old, don't be ashamed, you sit down for me, cry whenever you want, the hot eyes of the bitch."

What a man is crying, there is no blood at all!

Nan Zelin: "..."

After being reprimanded, he lowered his head and stopped talking. This move was useless to Grandpa.

Doesn't it mean that the old people like children to be coquettish the most, and they can't watch children cry.

Bei Cen Yue eased the atmosphere, "Xiao Fu, what do you do, do you have brothers and sisters at home?"

Fu Shimo replied with a smile, "I'm a doctor. I own a hospital. My parents are still alive, and I have a younger brother and sister below."

The old lady nodded repeatedly in praise, "Hello, doctor, hello doctor."

Bei Cenyue asked some more questions, and Fu Shimo answered truthfully. After the inspection, the old lady became more and more satisfied.

Mr. Nan didn't intervene, but after so many years, he has developed a pair of fiery eyes. This Dean Fu has clean eyes and no bad intentions.

Sit for a while.

Bei Cenyue greeted everyone to go to the restaurant, let the kitchen serve the dishes, and served dinner together.