When his wrist was pulled, Song Zehua frowned, "Second sister-in-law, I have something urgent now. Will I say it when I come back?"

"It's about that An OK."

The action of high heels hitting the ground suddenly paused.

Song Zehua turned around, looked at Mu Bing, reached out and threw the bag on his arm to the cabinet on the side, walked to the sand and sat down, "Second sister-in-law, you said."

"That An Hao has something to do with the third young master of Xie's family."

"Xie Zizhou?"

"Yes, when I was having dinner in the restaurant today, the young master Xie San greeted her. Others don't know, you and I know very well that the young master Xie San's niece disliked every girlfriend of his uncle and secretly made them miserable. As long as the young master Xie San showed a little interest in An Hao, I can guarantee that Xie Chenyu would definitely point the finger at her. And......" Mu Bing hesitated a little.

“And what?”

He gritted his teeth, "Mr. Xie San and Miss An met in the hotel. What did you say about 10,000 yuan per minute? Zihua, do you think they will be that kind of relationship?"

Song Zehua narrowed his eyes and then chuckled, "Even if they are not that kind of relationship, I want to make them that kind of relationship!"

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law looked at each other and saw the light of calculating in each other's eyes.

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An Hao accompanied Fu Huazheng to visit the home square for half an afternoon, and was forced to make an appointment to ride a horse together tomorrow. Only then did he escape from Fu Huazheng's clutch and dragged the trophy of a large bag and returned to the Pei family's old house.

When I entered the hall, I saw Mr. Pei standing in front of the desk facing the window, holding a small brush in his hand, dipping it in his paint while painting.

On the windowsill in front of me, there was a bird cage with a simple structure, and two small orioles with red beaks were shouting happily on the crossbar.

Mr. Pei turned his head to look over when he heard the footsteps. He saw that An Hao hurriedly waved her to signal her to go over. An Hao put the shopping bag in his hand in the corner of the sand and walked over.

"grandfather."

"An An, come and see how the little oriole that grandpa drew?"

An Hao looked down at a piece of painting paper on the desk. The two yellow pigments on it could barely tell what shape it was.

but.

An Hao looked up at the real little oriole, and then looked at the one on the drawing paper.

Are you sure you are painting a little yellow oriole that is not a little yellow chicken that has just emerged?

"How is it, Grandpa has been drawing for an afternoon, I think this one is not bad!"

Anhao: "emmmmm"

Just be happy.

"I just said that a brat, Asheng, doesn't know how to appreciate it. Although the old man draws it a little round, it's more cute. Come on, An An, you can draw one too."

Mr. Pei ended his self-appreciation and bragging. Without saying a word, he stuffed the brush in his hand into An Hao's hand, gave out the desk, took away the one he drew, spread a new piece of paper again, and stood on one side with anticipation.

An Hao who was driven to the ducks on the shelves: "······"

After watching the two orioles in front of you and the pomegranate tree in front of you for a minute, take a deep breath.

Hold the pen.

Pei Sheng came down from the attic and just walked to the living room, he saw Mr. Pei glaring at him, stretching his hand to his mouth and making a squint, and then pointing to the safety of standing in front of the desk and painting meticulously.

Pei Sheng honestly didn't say anything, but he walked behind Anhao without pause, lowered his head and looked at the drawing paper.

The grandparents and grandchildren stood on one side in a tacit understanding.

The drawing is simple, and it only took less than twenty minutes from lifting the pen to putting it down.

Unlike Mr. Pei, who only has two chubby little orioles on the whole white paper, the species that cannot be distinguished without carefully distinguishing, it is much clearer to see this one at a glance.

There are no pomegranate flowers this season. The scenery drawn by Anhao is on the heavy fingers. The big pomegranate with its mouth is crystal clear. Two small orioles with tender yellow fur stand on the branches. One raises its head and sings, and the other lowers its head to peck at the pomegranate seeds in the mouth of the pomegranate.

The close-up scene alone is enough to express the spirit. An Hao still painted the scene of two people sitting on the stone table playing chess in the distance in the blank space below the drawing paper, which immediately added a tranquility of life to the whole picture.

"Okay, okay!"

An Hao had just put the pen back on the pen and washed it. Before he could take off the paperweight on the drawing paper, Mr. Pei was already quick to hold the picture of the oriole pomegranate that had not dried out in his hand. He turned his head and shouted to Bowen, who was standing not far behind, "Bowen, I remember that there are still framed tools at home. You go and get it now. I want to frame it and hang it in the living room."

When Bowen left in a hurry, An Hao was about to make a splash when Mr. Pei spread the drawing paper on the desk again, turned his head and smiled very kindly, "An An, grandpa's handwriting is not bad, can I give you a word for this painting?" As he said that, he still looked up and glared at Pei Sheng who had not snatched him, and gave him a smug look.

An Hao nodded, "Of course. But grandpa, do you really want to hang it in the living room?" As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the giant map of mountains and rivers that were already hanging in the living room. It was obvious that it was an old antique with great value.

The living room is the storefront of a house. Can she make a comedy with her?

Inexplicably ashamed!

An Hao turned his gaze to Pei Sheng for help and signaled him with his eyes: Grandpa willful, do you let him do it?

However.

"Grandpa, there is also a painting missing in the living room of my villa. I already have it at home. Why don't you give this to me?"

well:"······"

Mr. Pei was unmoved at all and mentioned the five words "Oriental Pomegranate Picture" on the blank space on the paper. After thinking about it, he opened the drawer under the desk, found a Shoushan stone seal, sniffed it on it and covered it.

"Haha, mine!"

An Hao: This time I am really speechless.

When she met Pei Sheng's expression of a vague grievance, An Hao looked at the old man who was rushing away from the painting and pulled the person to his side, "Draw it for you tonight."

Pei Sheng nodded reluctantly with a little bit of his face.

In fact, I have already begun to look forward to it.

After washing my hands, I accidentally got some pigments, so I walked to the pile of shopping bags and started to share gifts.

There are actually not many people in the old house.

When An Hao and Pei Sheng were not back, there were only Mr. Pei, the housekeeper, Grandpa Bowen, and Aunt You in the kitchen. Both of them were old men who had been working in the old house for half their lives.

As for the cleaning staff of old houses and gardens, they usually come once a week, and the guys who need to do it will leave after finishing their work.

Basically, it won't disturb the owner of the house.

Compared with those wealthy families with large groups of slaves, it is so deserted that it cannot be deserted anymore.

The morning exercise clothes and cervical massager bought for Mr. Pei, and Grandpa Bowen and Aunt You had a blanket with magnetic therapy. After these things were separated, the rest were mentioned to Pei Sheng's room by An Hao.

Before dinner, An Hao gave gifts to the three old men one by one.

Mr. Pei immediately took the cervical massager and used it for himself. He didn't know how to press it, so he brought reading glasses to the instruction manual and was preparing to wash the morning exercise clothes that night and put them on early tomorrow morning.

He sighed to Pei Sheng's direction, "It's still An An's caring heart. That brat, A Sheng, has never given me a gift. He will cook for me when he comes back, and it's all simple!"

Pei Sheng looked over indifferently: "Grandpa, you can always stop eating."

In a word, Mr. Pei shut up decisively.

Bowen and Aunt You also smiled from ear to ear when they took the gift from An Hao.

To be honest, they also like to be at peace with this future young grandmother of the Pei family. She has a good temperament and gentle temperament, clear eyes and comprehensive work, and has the aura of being the mistress of the family.

But they only spent less than two days together, and the two of them were still a little nervous.

When they see that they don’t forget to buy gifts for them when they go out to buy things, they feel at ease.

"Let An An spend money!"

An Hao waved his hand, "You have to take care of your grandfather on weekdays, which is An An's wish."

Mr. Pei sat on the side with a smile and hummed comfortably twice with a massager. He looked at An Hao's gaze with a little more praise.

After a dinner that was more lively than usual, An Hao had just had time to say good night to Mr. Pei, and was pulled into the room by Pei Sheng.

There was a click and the door was locked.

An Hao was about to let Pei Sheng loosen his hand, but he was pulled to a bookshelves.

Seeing the man gently fiddling with a small decoration on the bookshelf with his hands, and as soon as he took his hand back, the tall bookshelf in front of him suddenly moved away to both sides, revealing a study room behind which was larger than that of the bedroom.

Finally his wrists were free, An Hao couldn't help rolling his eyes.

How persistent is this!

"Tell me, what do you want me to draw?"

An Hao said as he raised his foot and walked into the study room, and glanced around. Except for the large desk in the middle, there were dense bookshelfs around him.

"I changed my mind."

"Hmm?" An Hao turned around and looked at Pei Sheng, who was standing at the door of the study, in confusion.

"I'll draw you today."

An Hao: Is she being flirted with?

Pei Sheng was stunned and had already walked behind the desk, with all the things needed on the table, "Oh, go, change your clothes and come back."

Seeing that Pei Sheng had already lowered his head and started preparing the paint, An Hao could see that he was really serious. He also felt that he was eager to try it out, so he simply walked out of the study and returned to the bedroom to look for clothes.

But when it comes to choice, Anhao has difficulty choosing.

Pei Sheng waited in the study for more than ten minutes. Before he saw someone coming, he simply walked around the desk and walked out. The first thing he saw was throwing the bed of clothes.
To be continued...