PFC Chapter 838 The Man with Changing Face
Chapter 838 The Man with Changing Face
The old man came forward on his crutches and asked, "Which one do you like?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at his father's hunched back. When did his father start to bend over?
The old man, who is in his eighties, is already looking old.
Zhuang Zhoucheng suddenly felt a little emotional, life is really a cruel thing.
Pulling back his thoughts, he said seriously:
"Dad, I know what's going on with my own affairs, so don't worry."
"You are already over 40. When I was your age, your elder brother was about to get married. Why don't you just find the right one and get married quickly?"
The old man was leaning on his crutches and muttering loudly.
Zhuang Zhou listened carefully, and now he was not so disgusted by his old father's nagging, and listened patiently.
"Okay, I'll find someone suitable as soon as possible, have children, and spread out my family."
Zhuang Zhoucheng spoke in a low and slow voice, with an obvious smile on his face.
When the old man heard what his son said, he thought, "Okay, since he has come to terms with it, it's good. His old bones won't be buried so soon, so he can wait."
"Go and have a rest. Don't be too tired."
The old man turned and went to the hall.
In recent years, the old man's charity work has been handed over to others to manage.
Because he is unable to do so, he will only show up when there is a large-scale event that cannot be postponed. Otherwise, he stays at home.
Watering the flowers with Madam Xiang, the two of them occasionally hummed a play and talked about the past, no longer participating in the outside world.
Zhuang Zhoucheng stayed in the study for a while, asked someone to book a plane ticket to Kyoto, and rushed there in the evening.
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Qian Ziang went to pick up Huo Yan at the airport and waited until noon the next day.
Before I saw the person, I wanted to tear her into pieces, but when I saw the figure of a little woman with a unique charm, all my anger disappeared. A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I waved a large bunch of flaming roses in my hand.
"here."
Qian Ziang took off his sunglasses, shouted with a smile, and then headed towards the exit.
Huo Yan was a little hesitant to recognize the person, because the man in front of him was both strange and familiar.
Huo Yan looked at the man running towards him, subconsciously took a step back, and looked up slightly.
"Qian Ziang?"
The voice is his, why is his face...
"How about this one, brother? It's said to be very popular both at home and abroad recently. What do you think of it?"
Qian Ziang put his handsome face in front of her.
Huo Yan stretched out his hand, paused and asked him:
"Can I touch it?"
"Yes, of course."
Qian Ziang grabbed Huo Yan's hand and touched his face. "It was just a minor surgery. The rest of the body is real."
"But why do you want to turn yourself into Lee Min Ho?"
Huo Yan was puzzled. There were already many young girls secretly taking photos behind him.
Huo Yan covered his face with his hands, "Oh, this is so embarrassing..."
Qian Ziang followed Huo Yan, carrying her suitcase. "What happened yesterday? How's your health?"
"As you can see, he's not dead yet."
Huo Yan kicked the flowing hem of her skirt a little. She was not so used to wearing long skirts. Suddenly she turned around and asked Qian Ziang:
"Do my clothes and skirt look good?"
Qian Ziang was slightly stunned. "Hey, don't smile at me too much, brother will think too much."
Huo Yan curled his lips and walked out of the airport directly, "Forget it if you don't want to talk about it."
"Not bad. Although the clothes are a bit loose, they still look beautiful on you."
It holds up well and fits perfectly without being too wide.
Huo Yan immediately nodded in approval:
"You have a good vision."
"Where are you going? Your home or somewhere else?" Qian Ziang asked Huo Yan.
Huo Yan got in the car and leaned lightly against the window. Where was her home?
"Do you know how to get to Ali's house? Go to her place to pick up Xiaoquan." Huo Yan whispered.
Qian Ziang frowned slightly, fearing that it would not be good to be involved with Ali at this time. He turned his head to look at her, wanting to say something but not saying it.
She is neither a businesswoman nor a civil servant, so it should be okay.
"Okay." Qian Ziang responded.
Huo Yan turned his head, his eyes fell on his face, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch him and said,
"Are you Qian Ziang? I didn't get on the wrong bus, did I?"
Huo Yan smiled somewhat presumptuously. This man actually dared to put a knife on his face. He was really brave!
Qian Ziang didn't stop her and let her pinch him. The feeling of the two meeting again was like that of good friends many years ago, regardless of gender, and it felt very gentle.
Qian Ziang said with a half-smile:
"What's wrong with getting on the wrong car? I'm waiting for you to get into the wrong bed."
Huo Yan's face fell, "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth."
"Have you ever seen a dog spit out ivory?" Qian Ziang asked back.
Huo Yan glared at him, "It's really uncouth to argue with a woman."
"Well, you've seen too many yellow-haired monsters, so you don't look down on purebred men in China, right? So, are foreign men as good in that aspect as the legend says?" Qian Ziang asked her nonchalantly.
Huo Yan tilted her head and looked at him with confusion in her eyes. Qian Ziang turned his head to look at her and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Oh my silly sister, you've been abroad for three or four years, and you're still so innocent? Don't pretend to be innocent with me. I like girls who are openly flirtatious and secretly slutty now. I'm tired of your kind."
Huo Yan turned and glared at him, "Why are you still acting like that? You're so foul-mouthed. If you keep talking nonsense, stop the car at the intersection ahead and I'll take a taxi."
"You get angry after just a few words. You haven't changed at all. You're still so petty... Come on, brother, can't you just shut up?" Qian Ziang said with a smile.
The car was parked downstairs in the community. Huo Yan went upstairs and knocked on the door but couldn't open it. There was no movement in the house, and there was no response when he called Kou Quan.
Huo Yan was afraid that something might happen to the child and was about to call the police, but Qian Ziang looked down at the floor and stopped him.
"I'll climb in through the window and take a look. The bathroom window should not be closed." Qian Ziang whispered.
Huo Yan looked out the window on the side of the corridor. Ali's house was at the corner at the end of the corridor. The water pipe outside the wall was connected to the bathroom window. To climb over the windowsill on this side and step over the resident on the other side, there was no leverage or foothold in between.
It was originally designed this way to prevent thieves from entering through the windows.
Huo Yan looked at Qian Ziang worriedly, "Is it okay? It's very dangerous. This is the eighth floor."
"Don't worry, it's up to you, brother."
Qian Ziang put his sunglasses on Huo Yan's face, turned over and jumped onto the windowsill in the corridor.
"Be careful." Huo Yan rushed out with sunglasses in hand.
Qian Ziang stood on the windowsill in a daze, then turned around and looked at her strangely:
"After so many years abroad, I've learned to care about others. That's great. Keep up the good work."
After he finished speaking, he smiled at her, then nimbly stepped over to the resident. However, there was nothing underneath him, and he fell down accidentally, breaking his head and bleeding.
Huo Yan was so frightened that he didn't dare to make any noise to distract him. He just watched nervously.
It was really thanks to this guy's long legs that he was able to step over and hug the water pipe the next moment.