419 Lovers: President Leng's Crazy Night

The three-hour journey was silent all the way, during which Su Jinran answered a few calls.

One was from Sophia and the other was from Su Mumu, they were just asking him where he was and when he would go back.

The other thing is the company's affairs. What can be suppressed is suppressed first, and the things that are delayed can only be completed in time.

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help feeling a little more impatient with Su Qinghe, who had a lot to do.

The car got off the high speed and turned a few turns before entering a small road in the suburbs, and after a few turns, it arrived outside a big house. [

Very old old house, still belongs to the ancient building with wooden structure.

Qing Haiyun took Su Jinran out of the car, and the driver drove away.

It was already approaching noon, Su Qinghe put on a big posture, and there were quite a few people who went out to greet them, and they were all so-called relatives that Su Jinran didn't know at all.

There are a lot of aunts and uncles, but no uncles.

In the end, Su Qinghe only had one son, Su Zhuo, but he eloped with someone when he was young, and passed away when he was in his prime, which was nothing more than a blow to the old man.

After all, Su Qinghe only had such a precious son when he was forty years old.

Su Jinran ignored the real or fake voices of concern and concern around him, without looking sideways, and went directly to Su Qinghe's study under the guidance of Qinghai Yun.

He came to talk about things, not to make people look up to him, so why did he call so many people back?

Su Jinran was in a bad mood, but her face was as usual.

Qinghai Yun took him to the room and politely withdrew.

It's not the first time for Su Jinran to meet Su Qinghe, but it's been a long time since the last time we met, maybe more than ten years!

Su Qinghe was sitting beside the ancient bamboo coffee table with a whole set of tea sets on it. The boiled tea was steaming white, which made the old man's face look unreal.

Su Qinghe must be over 70 years old this year, and the traces of the years can already be seen from the wrinkles on his face.

"sit."

When he saw Su Jinran, he just lightly raised his eyelids to look at him, raised his jaw, and signaled him to sit down, his airs were still not small.

Su Jinran didn't say anything, and sat down on the sofa in front of him.

The old man lifted the teapot and poured tea for him, with a deep and mellow voice:

"How is your mother?"

The sound of pouring tea was particularly abrupt in the quiet space, and it was even more abrupt when coupled with Su Qinghe's sudden question. [

Su Jinran looked at the slender water, and said in a clear and shallow voice:

"Thanks to you, it's still healthy."

Su Qing and Wen Yan looked up at him, put the teapot back, and handed him the cup filled with two-thirds of the tea.

"My blessing is not great enough to bless her."

Su Jinran sneered, took the teacup, but just shook the cup, stared at the water wave shining out by him, stared for a while, and then said softly:

"Indeed."

Su Qinghe was choked, he was blocked by the younger generation when he was old.

He coughed unnaturally, and then opened his mouth again:

"What do you want to say to me when you come here this time?"

"Didn't you invite me here?" Su Jinran raised her eyebrows, and asked directly.

Uh——Su Qinghe felt a little embarrassed about his face, but in fact, he was indeed the one who invited him here.

It's just that he is also his grandfather, an elder, should he be aggressive like this?