Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Chinese capital.

Long Qingtian was correcting documents in the office.

The phone rang suddenly.

Long Qingtian glanced and saw that it was Lu Lan, so he didn't answer the phone.

The phone rang persistently for a long time, and finally the curtain came to an end, but soon, a text message came over: Brother Tian, ​​I'm going to try on the wedding dress today, do you have time to accompany me?

Long Qingtian didn't go to see it immediately, but just finished his work seriously, until the phone rang again, and he knew it was Long Zhai's call when he heard the music.

In the old house...

Thinking of Grandfather Long's white-haired man sending a black-haired man, now his body is becoming more and more rickety, Long Qingtian answered the phone helplessly.

"We're all ready for the wedding. If you have time to try on the wedding dress with the bride, it's only once in a lifetime." After all these years, the old man knew that he could no longer control his grandson, but his tone of voice was still command meaning.

Long Qingtian hummed lightly, but no matter who it was, they could hear the perfunctory in this hum.

The old man suppressed his anger, but when he thought of the purpose of his call, he could only say: "You guys have your wedding in ten days, and the new house has been furnished in the old house. Would you like to come and have a look?"

"Need not."

"...Qingtian, you are not young anymore, you are 30 years old, grandpa, I want to hug a great-grandson now, when will you live with Lu Lan?"

"it is good."

"Qingtian, do you really understand what I said?"

Long Qingtian really didn't hear clearly, because when he talked about the new house, he suddenly thought of the night when Mo Jiu proposed, he arranged the villa like a new house.

That night, like a stunned young man, his whole body was inexplicably ignited with passion.

"Sorry." Hearing the old man's question, Long Qingtian said lightly.

The old man was choked with anger for a moment, but he still held back his temper and persuaded him: "Qingtian, many young people nowadays live together unmarried. Although grandpa and I are old, I am not a pedantic person..."

"Understood, do you have anything else to do?"

The old man choked again at his words, and snorted coldly, "Come back for dinner tonight!"

Before Long Qingtian could refuse, the old man's words came again: "Hmph, I know Chief Long is so busy that he doesn't have time to have dinner with the old man, but you must not forget that today is your mother's death day!"

Long Qingtian froze, he was very busy recently, he really forgot.

When mentioning the dead mother, a gentle expression finally appeared on Long Qingtian's face, "Okay."

In the Long Mansion, the old man hung up the phone and sat on the sofa.

In Nuoda's living room, the furniture is all mahogany, with a low-key luxury beauty.

But no one appreciates this kind of beauty, because only the old man lives in the whole apartment.

Mr. Long leaned on a cane, looked at everything in the room, and sighed slightly.

The older he got, the more he realized that he seemed to be a lonely old man.

Only the guards would say a few words to him.

A security guard in his 30s beside him has been with him for several years. The old man trusts him quite a bit. The old man couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Otherwise, how can you be lonely in old age?

The guard didn't speak, he knew that the old man just wanted to talk.

The old man rubbed his head, "I just want a great-grandson, at least, let the incense of the Long family not be cut off."