you look a little handsome

Chapter 85
Luo Weiwei always felt that Fan Yihang was nothing like Fan Zengming, until Fan Zengming said the phrase "I'll take you home".

Obviously they are both grandparents and grandchildren who don't look alike, but when they said this, their expressions were almost exactly the same. It's true that they are real grandparents, Luo Weiwei thought.

"I'll just take her back." Fan Yihang bent down to pick up the clothes on the sofa.

Fan Zengming stopped him: "You stay here, I'll just send her back."

Fan Yihang still wanted to say something, but Luo Weiwei had already hopped towards the door, and she didn't intend to let him see it off at all.

He glanced at her back, then looked away, and pulled the corner of his mouth a little self-deprecatingly.

"I'll be back soon, you should rest early." After leaving this sentence, Fan Zengming took the umbrella and crutches leaning against the door, put on his shoes again and took Luo Weiwei out.

Fan Yihang felt like an outsider the whole time, and Luo Weiwei was the granddaughter of the old man.

But he didn't resist this feeling, he touched the truth stick in his pocket, his eyes lowered.

……

The rain outside gradually subsided, and the pouring rain turned into a drizzle. Luo Weiwei didn't bother to hold an umbrella anymore. As long as she was lazy, she would definitely walk in the rain unless she had to hold an umbrella.

"Weiwei, hold an umbrella and don't get wet." Grandpa Fan chased after him and shouted.

With a lollipop in her mouth, Luo Weiwei slowed down, and when she was parallel to Grandpa Fan, she bent down and got under Grandpa Fan's umbrella.

The old man laughed twice: "Little lazy cat! It's the same as when Hang Hang was a child."

Luo Weiwei asked curiously: "Was Fan Yihang lazy when he was a child?"

She now feels that Fan Yihang is a perpetual motion machine. This can be seen from her studies. She doesn't know how tired she is at all, and it has nothing to do with being "lazy".

All in all, she was very curious about what Xiaofan Yihang looked like, was it the same as now, cold?
Fan Zengming was holding an umbrella. His umbrella was so big that both of them could be covered. He lowered the umbrella and said, "I'm very lazy, so I don't even bother to read the books. I just passed the exam from the first grade." Fourth grade, do you think he is lazy?"

Fan Zengming really felt that Fan Yihang was lazy, and that he had to study steadily step by step, but Luo Weiwei's ears changed when he heard these words.

What the fuck is lazy?Is this fucking smart? !
Luo Weiwei turned her head and realized another thing: "Then... how old is Fan Yihang now?"

"Eighteen, I should be one year older than you. If it wasn't for that incident, I should be in college now..." Fan Zengming sighed with emotion, and then took another breath, as if forcing Pull yourself together.

Luo Weiwei, who knew about the death of Fan Yihang's parents, of course knew what "that incident" Grandpa Fan was talking about, and she also sighed.

The two happened to come to a fork in the road. Grandpa Fan looked at the feasting lights on the other street that were not affected by the heavy rain, and suggested, "Would you like to have some supper?"

Luo Weiwei was really hungry, touched her stomach, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Is it too late?"

She knew that the elderly's work and rest were normal, and this point was obviously past the point where Grandpa Fan slept.

However, Mr. Fan's next sentence was: "It's not too late, I've been tossing all night, I need to make up for it."

"Okay!" Luo Weiwei answered happily.

A few minutes later, the two of them came to a roadside stall on that street. This roadside stall had a long small tent set up with tarpaulins, like the kind of shop on the Korean street. Nice smell of distiller's lees.

It was the first time for Luo Weiwei to enter this kind of small stall. In fact, she didn't sneak out so late to wander the streets, and this kind of stall only appeared at night.

When the old man entered the tent, he shouted: "Two spicy fried rice cakes, the rest is the same as usual."

"Okay!" Mr. Fan seemed to be a regular visitor here, and the proprietress happily responded and greeted Luo Weiwei.

The two found a seat and sat down. There was another table of guests in the tent. They were a few office workers in suits but white socks. They might be selling insurance, feeling sorry for the current market downturn.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Old Man Fan asked.

Luo Weiwei is from the south. She moved to the north with Ms. Ruan Yujuan when she entered the Qin family. At that time, Qin Luyuan was sent to the south to do market research and stayed for three years. It happened that Luo Weiwei had just sentenced Ruan Yujuan. He helped them a lot, which was one of the reasons why Qin Luyuan had many minor problems, but Luo Weiwei didn't hate him.

No one is perfect, as long as it is not too bad, Luo Weiwei thinks it is enough.

Most southerners don't know how to eat spicy food, Luo Weiwei nodded hesitantly: "A little bit."

Old Man Fan raised his head and shouted, "A bowl of spicy food!"

"Okay!" The proprietress responded, and after a while, she was holding a plate of peanuts and a glass of soju, and asked with a smile: "Is this beautiful little girl your granddaughter?"

"I don't have this kind of luck! It would be great if it were!" Mr. Fan shook the bottle of soju and asked Luo Weiwei, "Would you like some?"

……

"Cough cough cough..."

Luo Weiwei was coughed by that sip of shochu, her cheeks turned red, and there was a crystal teardrop in the corner of her eye, and Old Man Fan laughed when he saw it.

Old Master Fan not only laughed at her, but also said sarcastic words: "Weiwei, you can't do this. In the north of us, this little wine should still be drinkable."

Luo Weiwei licked her lower lip embarrassingly, and laughed, revealing two dimples.

She is dignified Luo Weiwei, a female boss in the first grade of the No. [-] Middle School. She doesn't know how to smoke or drink. If she speaks out, she might be laughed out of her mouth.

She was about to try again, but Fan Zengming reached out to stop her: "Little girl, just touch it a little bit. If your parents know it, they will say that I have spoiled you."

Luo Weiwei didn't touch her anymore.

She really can't appreciate this bitter and spicy thing, and more importantly, her own father would beat her and Ruan Yujuan every time he was drunk, which made her have a natural resistance to this thing.

Fan Zengming ordered her a cup of condensed milk.

Luo Weiwei drank sweet condensed milk and listened to old man Fan reminiscing about the past.

In the past, he was also an all-powerful figure, and because of his arrogance, no one paid attention to him. This character remained until his wife passed away 20 years ago.

Since then, Fan Zengming has moved from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis to this old city where he and his wife know each other well, and no one knows him.

Somehow the topic turned to Fan Yihang.

"That child of Hanghang... is a child with a hard life." Fan Zengming, a ruthless businessman who has been powerful and arrogant for most of his life, said to a high school girl with red eyes at this moment, choking with sobs.

Luo Weiwei was a little moved, she nodded understandingly: "Grandpa Fan, I know...he, his parents are gone."

Fan Zengming nodded, not surprised how Luo Weiwei knew about it, maybe Fan Yihang told her, maybe she knew it by accident, but that's not what he wanted to say.

"Do you know...why is something wrong with him tonight?" Fan Zengming asked.

(End of this chapter)