Fu Nanli put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his look was already faint: "that''s my job."


    I don''t mean to shake hands with you.


    Qiu Ya pursed her lips and took back her hand. She laughed.


    Fu huaiyong is so angry that he grinds his teeth. He doesn''t give people face at all, nor does he give him the old man''s face.


    "Xiaoya is a violinist. Like your father, you like art. You should have a common language."


    Fu Nanli''s smile was floating on the surface. "I''m not very interested in art. My girlfriend plays the pipa. Maybe Miss Qiu has time to talk with my girlfriend. She should have a common language."


    Fu huaiyong''s face sank.


    Qiu Ya''s expression also fleeting, a touch of embarrassment, soon recovered the smile, "can I have that chance?"


    Fu Nanli: "one of you is western music, the other is folk music. You may not be able to talk about going together."


    Qiu Ya smiles: "art is not divided into East and West."


    Fu Nanli raised his hand to look at his watch: "it''s late, grandfather, can I have dinner?"


    Fu huaiyong said to Uncle Li, "let''s have dinner."


    Uncle Li and aunt Rong went to the kitchen to serve dishes.


    Qiu Ya was arranged to sit beside Fu Nanli.


    Ye minqiu came down from the stairs and saw the strange aura. The old man arranged a blind date for Nanli. Looking at the sinister expression of her son, she had no appetite at all.


    Why did the old man bother? Why do you have to confront your grandson?


    She pressed down on his shoulder: "you sit opposite, I''ll sit with Xiaoya."


    Qiu Ya wants to talk, but she can''t.


    However, Fu Nanli immediately got up and sat opposite.


    There were four people at the table, two of them were relaxed, and the expressions of two people were indescribable.


    Fu huaiyong looked at his daughter-in-law in a displeasure way. "Isn''t it good for them to sit together? There is a common language. "


    Ye minqiu pretended to be sad: "Dad, do you mean I''m old?"


    Fu huaiyong, who has always been a eloquent daughter-in-law, "didn''t say you were old."


    Fu Nanli: "you are not old, looking at the most 40."


    Ye minqiu light ah: "go back to the beauty salon, my masseuse said I look at the most 30, how can you give me a 10-year-old?"


    "Other people want to earn your money, so naturally pick up what you want to hear. You won''t be naive enough to believe everything?"


    Ye minqiu said softly, "it''s more difficult for you to say something nice than to go to heaven."


    The mother and the son talked with each other, as if they were deliberately not to let Qiu Ya interrupt.


    Ye minqiu knows more about his son. In the eyes of this boy, Wenqiao is the only one in his heart. Other people can''t enter his eyes again. Why should the old man be an old man who doesn''t understand human feelings?


    Fu huaiyong gave a light Tut and finally said, "minqiu, is this your way to treat guests? How can you keep the guests cold? "


    Qiu Yalian said: "grandfather Fu, it''s OK. I like to listen to my aunt and Nanli."


    Ye minqiu has a smile in her eyes and eyebrows. This girl''s wrist is OK. She is much better than He Xi and he Yan. At least she is not disgusted on the surface. Who doesn''t like a smart girl who is knowledgeable and reasonable?


    I hope that she will not be as stubborn as he Yan and like her family''s son who is cold-blooded to Wenqiao.


    Although Qiu Ya is reasonable and reasonable, Fu Nanli is indifferent to this, drooping his eyes, holding his chopsticks in his slender fingers and holding the dishes on the plate slowly.


    Ye minqiu once in a while said to Qiu ya, "it''s said that he plays the violin?"