When Old Lady Song saw Feng Zeming, she smiled happily.

"The eldest grandson is back?" Old Mrs. Song said with a smile.

The serious Feng Zeming smiled rare. He looked at Old Mrs. Song respectfully and said softly, "Grandma."

This is how the old man is. When he hears his eldest grandson calls him "grandma", his heart is melted.

"Oh~" Old Mrs. Song quickly spread her arms, "Hurry, let grandma hug."

Feng Zeming also spread his arms, leaned over slowly, and sent himself into the arms of Old Mrs. Song.

Old Mrs. Song hugged Feng Zeming and gently patted Feng Zeming on the back.

"This eldest grandson can't be held." Old Mrs. Song sighed.

"Quick!" Old Mrs. Song quickly took Feng Zeming's hand, "Go into the house, it's cold outside, don't freeze my eldest grandson."

Old Mrs. Song led Feng Zeming into the house, and while walking, she shouted at the house with annoyance, "Old man, Zeming is back, you should take a look."

Feng Guoliang wore reading glasses on his nose, focusing on the words in the book, occasionally pursing some foam on his fingers, and then carefully turning the book.

Feng Zeming and the old lady walked into the house, and the old man Feng Guoliang didn't even look at him.

"I'm back." This is considered a greeting.

Feng Zeming bowed respectfully when he saw his grandfather.

"grandfather."

Old Mrs. Song glared at Feng Guoliang, and then said to Feng Zeming beside her, "Don't worry about him, he's just like that. When you come back, he's happier than anyone else."

Feng Zeming smiled. He had long been used to this grandfather who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Since Feng Zeming was a child, this is what I remember as my grandfather. He reads a book every day and speaks coldly. He doesn't have a warm feeling. He knows that this is his grandfather, and those who don't know think that he is a picked up orphan.

As he grew up, he understood that this was what Feng Guoliang pretended to be. Compared to his liking, Feng Guoliang hoped that his grandson would understand the rules better. In order to make his grandson an excellent man, he could not show such a kind and amiable appearance. Only in this way can Feng Zeming teach him a lesson with a stern attitude when he made a mistake, and make Feng Zeming afraid.

For Feng Zeming's growth, my grandfather restrained his inner love and paid no less than Feng Zeming.

But what Feng Zeming didn’t understand was that the books that my grandfather had read for the rest of his life, how many books were there in this world? Why did he always read them endlessly?

Feng Zeming went home, and Old Mrs. Song began to work hard, and she couldn't finish all kinds of fruits, colorful candies, dried fruits, etc. and went to Feng Zeming in front of her.

Grandpa also said that he looked at the book and kicked the bedside table; this bedside table looked like it had time, and both the style and the material were no longer what this era should have.

It can be seen that Feng Guoliang often kicked the bedside table, and his movements were natural and skillful.

After Feng Guoliang's kick, the drawer of the bedside table was shaken out directly, and there was a box of Dongting Biluochun tea leaves.

Maybe this bedside table doesn’t look high-end, but please don’t ignore Feng Guoliang’s identity. Dongting Biluochun is a special first-class tea.

"Take it and drink it." Feng Guoliang still kept reading.

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Song quietly poked Feng Zeming in the arm and whispered, "Hold it, this is something your grandfather can't bear to give me drink."

Feng Zeming smiled and said, "Thank you grandpa."

Feng Guoliang didn't say anything, but, if you look closely, it's not difficult to see that Feng Guoliang's face was a little proud.

Feng Zeming took the Dongting Biluochun with both hands, and then gently closed the drawer.

Old Mrs. Song peeled an apple and handed it to Feng Zeming, "Zeming, eat apples."

Feng Zeming thanked politely and took the apple, but he had no intention of eating it.

There were too many things that happened, and he didn't have the heart to eat.

Gently putting down the apples and tea leaves, Feng Zeming looked at his grandfather and grandma with a serious attitude.

"I'm here this time, I want to discuss with the two elders if I have something to do."

When Feng Guoliang heard this, he showed an interesting smile on his face.

Feng Zeming, a child, has been strong since childhood, so Grandpa wants to use some connections to help him avoid detours, but to this day, he has never asked for help from him.

Now, Feng Zeming asked for help for the first time, which satisfied Feng Guoliang, the grandfather's desire to protect his grandson.

Old Mrs. Song also smiled. She glanced at the old man, then softly said to Feng Zeming, "Silly child, tell me."

Feng Zeming lowered his head and brewed it, then raised his head suddenly, his cold face full of determination.

"I want this project!" Feng Zeming said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Mrs. Song was stunned, and Feng Guoliang's face immediately turned dark.

Old Mrs. Song looked at Feng Zeming with a look of surprise. She never expected that this child could say such words. Old Mrs. Song looked at the old man's face again. Seeing that the old man was about to get angry, she patted Feng Zeming's shoulder angrily.

"Silly kid, what are you talking about!" Old Mrs. Song said angrily, "That's your brother, are you confused?"

That's what she said, but Old Mrs. Song knew that Feng Zeming was not a joke, he was serious.

Feng Zeming didn't say anything, with a firm look on his face.

When Feng Guoliang heard this, he had no intention of reading a book. He took off his reading glasses and threw them aside with the book in his hand.

"Liu Yi is already married." Feng Guoliang said coldly, "It's impossible for you and Liu Yi to be."

"I know." Feng Zeming said.

Feng Guoliang snorted coldly and shouted, "What have you been thinking about long ago! Now that Liu Yi is married, have you regretted it?"

"Ma Qing's identity has been exposed." Feng Zeming said calmly.

Feng Zeming's voice was not loud, subtle mixed with Feng Zeming's shouting, but every word was beaded in the heart!

In an instant, the room became quiet.

Feng Guoliang narrowed his eyes and realized that the matter was serious.

Old Mrs. Song paused for a moment and then asked, "How is that possible?"

"A woman named You Hong got my father's dna." Feng Zeming explained lightly.

Old Mrs. Song's pupils shook and her face was full of disbelief.

"He might have been targeted by You Hong before Ma Qing returned to China. After returning to China, You Hong and Ma Qing studied in the same university and had dated Ma Qing during that time. It should have been at that time that Ma Qing's DNA. As for how she got my father's DNA, I don't know."

Old Mrs. Song's eyes were lost. She had heard of this girl You Hong before. At that time, this girl brought a lot of trouble to Liu Yi, and finally solved it by herself.

When that was the case, Old Mrs. Song did not treat You Hong as a matter of fact. She just treated her as a very evil girl, but she didn't expect that she could investigate the matter to such an extent...

Old Mrs. Song underestimated this little girl named You Hong.

After Feng Zeming said this, he had no intention of talking anymore. He was waiting for a result.

Feng Guoliang has been silent either. He pondered for a long time...

After a while.

Feng Guoliang sighed and said calmly, "Leave it to Ma Qing and Liu Yi to deal with it. After all, it is a project of the Liu family. Liu Yi is a descendant of the Liu family. Since she has a good impression of Ma Qing, some things are better for Ma Qing to come forward. If you intervene too much, it will not look good and the impact will not be good."

Feng Zeming's face remained unchanged, as if he had known the result before he came.

"I'll do it, just informing the two elders." Feng Zeming said coldly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Guoliang glared at Feng Zeming with anger.

"Nonsense!" Feng Guoliang stood up and snatched Dongting Biluochun from the table, "Our Feng family is open and honest. If you act like this, how do you let outsiders think of our Feng family? Just a few stinky money, you brothers are fighting against each other and become enemies?"

Feng Zeming said calmly, "Didn't Ma Qing hide his name in the world just want him to live a dull life? He shouldn't have been to this muddy water. I just want him to return to his original life trajectory."

"Bastard!" Feng Guoliang threw Dongting Biluochun to the ground, "Isn't Ma Qing coming to this point because of you? If you followed the arrangements of your family and married Liu Yi, there would be so many things!"

"Entertainment?" Feng Zeming smiled contemptuously, "It's just to maintain the relationship between the Feng family and the Liu family. For the sake of the relationship, we tie future generations together. Is this love?"

"Ze Ming!" Old Mrs. Song shouted.

Feng Zeming has said this, and this statement is too selfish.

Feng Guoliang was so angry that his whole body was trembling and slapped Feng Zeming in the face.

"That's not the reason why you can take away love today! What's more, you're just for those stinky money!"

The slap was ruthless, and Feng Zeming swung the power of Feng Guoliang's hand and finally frozen at the moment of being slapping.

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Song became anxious, "Old man, you--"

Feng Zeming said something too much, but you shouldn't beat the child. Has this child suffered less over the years?

Old Mrs. Song stepped forward with distress and checked Feng Zeming's face.

Not only Mrs. Song, Feng Guoliang did not expect that he could actually slap Feng Zeming. After slapping this, Feng Guoliang felt distressed. He couldn't bear to see Feng Zeming's swollen face and turned his back.

"Money?" Feng Zeming reached out and gently pushed away his grandmother's hand, "I just wanted to give Ma Qing a peaceful life."

"You go, this is Ma Qing's own business and it has nothing to do with you!" Feng Guoliang said coldly.

"Ma Qing's own business?" Feng Zeming sneered, and he looked at Feng Guoliang's back numbly, "Ma Qing is just a child, what do he know? Does he know how dangerous this is? Does he know how many people died because of this project? Have you told him the entire process of the incident?"

Feng Zeming looked at Feng Guoliang's back and shook his head in disappointment.

"He doesn't know anything, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't know that he's already in the quagmire, he doesn't know that he's already in danger now." At this point, Feng Zeming paused for a moment and said sadly, "Even, he doesn't know who his biological father is, and he doesn't even know who his grandparents are!"

Old Mrs. Song shook Feng Zeming, "Zeming, stop talking!"
To be continued...