Did the god of learning confess today?

Chapter 88 089: Do you like Mingzhao?
Also attached is a photo of them entering the community.

Immediately, He Zhiqing quickly turned off the signal, looked at the driver beside her, and said, "Please take me back to the city."

The driver looked at He Zhiqing inexplicably, then turned the car around and left.

Mu Yao and Mingzhao drove for another 10 minutes before arriving at a manor halfway up the mountain. Not long after the car entered the manor, the car stopped outside the main building.

"It's here!" Ming Zhao laughed.

After Mu Yao got out of the car together, she looked at the huge manor in front of her, full of precious flowers and plants, pavilions, pavilions, pavilions and corridors, and only after entering the manor did she find that it was completely Chinese-style buildings, surrounded by all kinds of pure modern buildings. In this era, Mu Yao was really surprised to see such an antique building.

"It's so beautiful here!" Mu Yao said.

Mingzhao smiled slightly and said, "Let's go in!"

"Isn't it appropriate for us to be so empty-handed?" Mu Yao felt that this was a bit impolite, although she could use her consecrated mouth to bless the host.

However, this does not mean that people know that she has opened her mouth!
"It's okay!" Mingzhao smiled and reached out to rub Mu Yao's head, then pulled Mu Yao into the house.

The decoration design inside is also purely Chinese style, and all the decorations are also Chinese style. Except for a modern TV, there is nothing else in the living room.

When they entered, they saw an old man in Tang suit sitting in the living room, holding a book in his hand and reading it seriously. A dog with snow-white hair was lying on his lap. The old man read a book for a while, and from time to time he stretched out his hand in his hand. The little dog touched the body twice, and the big white dog continued to lie on its stomach with a face full of enjoyment.

The two of them came in, but they couldn't disturb the comfort of the old man.

Neither Mu Yao nor Ming Zhao spoke. As time passed, the old man on the sofa finally responded.

"Mingzhao is here!" The old man's voice was thick and thick. Although he had silver hair, he was very energetic, which was enough to tell that his body was very strong.

The old man's eyes fell on Mu Yao's body, "Hey... this is an old man who brought his granddaughter-in-law to see me!"

The old man looked at Mu Yao with a smile on his face, his eyes were really like an elder looking at his granddaughter-in-law, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Grandpa, don't scare her." Mingzhao shook his head helplessly, how could he not know what kind of temper his grandfather had?

When serious, it's scary; when it's not serious, it's even scarier.

There are really few people who can't stand it, just complete old urchins.

"This is the first time you've brought a girl to see my old man, what if it's not your grandson's wife?" Grandpa Ming asked with a smile.

Mingzhao, "..."

"Mu Yao, this is my grandfather." Ming Zhao could only turn his head to look at Mu Yao beside him, and introduce the identity of the old man in front of her.

Mu Yao was a little surprised. He knew that Mingzhao's family was rich, but he didn't expect it to be so rich.

I'm afraid that every inch of land in this place is gold, most of the manor on the mountain belongs to their family, how rich is that?
Mu Yao suddenly realized that she was very poor. Excluding Ji Xiujuan's 69 yuan, her credit card seemed to be only tens of thousands of yuan.

poor!Is really poor!
For Mu Yao, the god of wealth who used to count money every day and got cramps in her hands, these days seem to be a bit empty.

It seems that she has to find a way to make some money. A beautiful grandma like her must have a lot of money!
"Grandpa Ming!" Mu Yao greeted politely.

"Okay, okay!" Grandpa Ming said three good times in a row.

"You look younger than Ming Zhao, how old are you?" Grandpa Ming was a little curious, Mu Yao looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and Ming Zhao was definitely not in the same grade.

"Grandpa, I'm sixteen, freshman in high school."

"Is it the same school as him?" Grandpa Ming asked again.

"Yes!"

"Do you like Mingzhao?"

(End of this chapter)