The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

259: Who told me?

"You know, Grandpa is old and his eyesight is not good." After thinking quickly for a moment, Mr. Fu lowered his head and sighed pretentiously, "Time is not forgiving."

This remedy was very timely, and Fu Fengzhao's eyes became visibly clearer.

He sat down opposite Mr. Fu and his eyes fell on the vase on the table.

Two branches of wintersweet, a few bunches of branches whose names I can't remember, plus a dry peach branch, a red-fruited holly, and the rest are decorated with messy green plants.

What a vase of decorative flowers with no aesthetic appeal.

It does not have the aesthetic and soothing effect that flower arrangement should have.

What a terrible day it started with seeing this terrible flower arrangement. Just one look at it makes people feel hopeless about life.

Fu Fengzhao raised his hand and pulled out the wintersweet branch, sniffed it gently, then put it back. He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands slowly, and threw it into the trash can.

"Who inserted this?" he asked.

Mr. Fu raised his eyes and took a look, with a natural expression on his face, "Oh, that's Xiaoyue. This child is so filial today."

Filial piety?

Apart from these two wintersweets, the rest of the bottle is full of miscellaneous things that no one would want if they were thrown on the ground.

To what extent must grandpa's quality of life decline now that he thinks Xiaoyue giving him a bottle of weed is filial piety.

Fu Fengzhao felt that it was difficult to put into words.

He looked around and then stood up. "Where is he?"

Mr. Fu thought for a moment and raised his head. "Yesterday I heard him say that he was going to take Qingqing skiing, so he probably wouldn't be back at noon."

If he were not so old and his arms and legs were not too weak to withstand falls, he would have gone skiing too.

It’s great to be young, I’m so envious.

Fu Fengzhao didn't ask any more questions. He walked around the house alone and looked at the new environment.

All the servants and bodyguards who were missing from the old house came here. They were basically all acquaintances and knew him.

The house is not too big and it has a front yard and a backyard. More importantly, it is much more lively than the old house.

The people brought here were all those who had lived with my grandfather for a long time. Without those messy people, the atmosphere was visibly much better than that of the old house.

The servants who passed by and saw him called him "Young Master".

The last time I came back to the old house, they were still arranged according to the number of rooms, so that the biggest one should be Sister Qiao Xi.

The current situation seems like their room has been separated out.

But these people are my grandfather's confidants, and they would not call him like this without my grandfather's instruction.

Fu Fengzhao probably understood. No wonder his aunt was so eager to flatter him before he came.

Their room was not separated out, but was left behind by grandpa. Although the other rooms still lived in the old house, they were the ones that were separated out.

It's hard to imagine that he was only gone for six months, but it seemed like six years.

And it was as if everyone in the family had agreed to forget about him while he was abroad. He had no idea about these things.

How come I didn't realize they were so unreliable before?

"Brother?" A voice came from not far away.

Fu Fengzhao raised his head and the first thing he saw was a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was a pavilion with flying eaves and pointed corners. There were many potted flowers on the corridor. It looked like it was carefully cared for.

There was a person standing next to the flowers. His appearance and temperament were very familiar, but his movements were very strange.

Fu Fengzhao was a little unable to recognize him, because he saw his brother with the physique of Lin Daiyu holding a large pot of flowers in his hands and standing steadily under the corridor.

The shock this scene brought to him was no less than seeing Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow tree.

"Brother, you're back."

Fu Xueji calmly put the flowers down and arranged them neatly in order of height among the pile of flowers he kept. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder would feel very comfortable seeing this scene.

Fu Fengzhao walked closer, his eyes couldn't help but look at the pot of flowers, then looked away to look at his pale, slender hands and his quiet and delicate face.

"What are you doing."

"Growing flowers." Fu Xueji answered very naturally, as if he had always been like this and didn't think there was anything wrong.

He planted this pot of flowers recently and moved it here to get some sun.

The whole process was very natural, but in Fu Fengzhao's eyes, he felt that he was as weird as the flower.

There were so many strange things that he just continued talking about the previous topic.

"It's winter now, so the flowers won't survive. Planting flowers should be done in spring."

This is something that even he, who doesn't grow flowers, knows.

But Fu Xueji didn't care. He smiled, and the sound was very pleasant, like pearls falling on a silver plate.

"It can be kept alive."

Living here, if you scatter some seeds on the ground, they will work hard to grow outwards, sprout and branch out.

Whatever he raised died in the past. Even when the weather got warmer, it was useless. The leaves would turn yellow and wither within a few days.

But now, thanks to Qingqing, these pots of flowers are all alive and well.

It is precisely because he knows that he can definitely support them that he raises so many.

Fu Fengzhao felt that things were becoming increasingly bizarre and strange.

He even felt that the grandfather he had just met and Xiaoxue in front of him now were different people.

He looks the same, but his speech and behavior are so unfamiliar. The change is so huge.

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Fu Fengzhao walked away a little to answer the phone. The things he brought back from abroad had arrived, and the other party asked where they were sent.

After giving an address, he hung up the phone and walked over to talk to Fu Xueji who was taking care of the leaves.

"Xiaoxue, I brought you a gift."

He always brought it with him when he came back from vacation. Fu Xueji was not surprised. He said "oh" and then suddenly asked as if he had thought of something, "Did you bring it for Qingqing? What did you bring?"

Hearing the name again, Fu Fengzhao pursed his lips and spoke in a low voice, "No."

The squatting person suddenly raised his head and asked, "You didn't bring a gift for Qingqing?" The originally calm and elegant voice seemed to be plucked, with some ups and downs.

Fu Xueji frowned and asked, "Why didn't you bring it? What will she think of you?"

Fu Fengzhao lowered his eyes and looked at him, keenly sensing that he was a little unhappy.

But no matter just now or now, his tone was always calm, and he bent down slowly and looked into the other person's eyes.

"Who told me?"