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

Qin Tianxing: Does he look like a fool?

He stood up from the sofa and went to the refrigerator to get it, but his wife was one step ahead and got the remaining half of the orange first.

"Old Qin, please give way to me this time. I feel so uncomfortable with my cold." Fang Yingying put her hands behind her back and acted like a rogue.

For Qin Tianxing, he has been married for twenty years, but his wife rarely shows such a willful side.

Although, after all, he had risked his life to trick the kid into giving it to him, so it's okay to cut him a little and let him taste it.

In fact, Qin Tianxing didn't go there just to drink water.

The most important thing is that this little orange was obtained from his boss's house.

When you drink it, regardless of the taste, you will feel a special sense of accomplishment in your heart.

To put it simply, no matter what the taste is, the boss’s food is definitely better than usual!

Several of his colleagues share the same ideas as him, and of course, have the same experiences as him.

The food is gone before you can even taste it when you get it home.

It was because they were used to seeing good things that the family could tell at a glance that this orange was special.

Of course there are some stereotypes.

After all, she came from the Xiao family and was coaxed here by the young lady. She can definitely not be compared with ordinary little oranges.

They didn't get to taste it, but seeing their family's surprised expressions made them feel itchy as if they were being scratched by a cat's claws.

Is it really that delicious?

Anyway, I will go to the Xiao family to find the head of the family in a few days. Then I can use the same trick to ask the lady to eat and drink for me?

Just do it!

Qingqing, who was strolling leisurely at home, didn't know that she was being targeted by those old foxes again.

She is chatting with her third brother now.

She learned one thing from her third brother.

That is, as long as grandpa agrees, dad and brother can come back to play with her.

When the little girl heard the news, she was very happy.

After lunch, my grandfather came to visit me with a strange thing in his hand.

Qingqing ran to find him, her soft and beautiful hair became loose because of her haste, and even the hairpin slipped off.

After arriving at the place, she stopped to catch her breath and rest for a long time.

In front of Mr. Fu was a camera stand, on which was a camera with an extremely long and heavy telephoto lens, which looked like a cannon from a distance.

The pitch-black cannon was aimed at the orange tree planted by Qingqing.

The already heavy branches were weighed down even further by the many species of birds, and the branches bent to the lowest point under the weight, as if they would break if there was even a little more pressure.

The birds on the branches are very lively, chirping one after another.

The camera was clicking and the shutter sounds never stopped.

When Qingqing walked over, the old man was still concentrating on the picture in the viewfinder.

It was not until he felt a soft and warm little pendant on his leg that he stopped his "bird hunting" action and looked down at his right leg.

"Qing girl, why are you puffing up your cheeks? Come and take pictures of the birds with grandpa."

The old man lowered his head and said kindly.

The little guy looked at him eagerly, shook his head, and said in a baby voice:

"Grandpa, can Qingqing discuss something with you?"

Her choice of words made Mr. Fu laugh.

"What do you want to discuss? Come and take some pictures of birds with grandpa. I'll teach you how to use a camera."

Qingqing's cheeks became even rounder and she held his legs tightly.

The two now have their own ideas.

The old man was a little proud and was telling Qingqing about his great achievements in the photography world during his semi-retirement years.

"Qing girl, your grandfather and I are top photographers in the country. You know, the birds he photographed have won many awards..."

What Mr. Fu said was indeed true and not exaggerated.

Every time he took a photo, he would ask his housekeeper to submit it to various photography competitions.

Besides, the old man doesn’t come up with a stage name or anything like that. He always uses his real name when participating in competitions and going online.

When the organizers saw that the photo was taken by him, who would dare not give him first place?

This led to him winning numerous first prizes in photography competitions.

He was very proud. Now, seeing the delicate and beautiful face of his cute granddaughter, he suddenly thought of another possible way forward.

It’s so boring to always shoot birds. He can take pictures of his granddaughter!

Qing girl is so cute, with such big watery eyes, more lively than a bird. If you take a picture of her and submit it to a photography competition, you will definitely win first place!

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Just do it!

He moved the tripod, adjusted the angle of the lens, and pointed it at Xiao Qingqing.

Mr. Fu, who was standing behind the viewfinder, became more and more excited as he coaxed Qingqing.

"Qing girl, come and smile at grandpa's camera."

Qingqing: “…”

She didn't want to laugh.

The little girl stuck to him again like a piece of chewing gum, and this time she decided not to let go until she achieved her goal!

"Oh, Grandpa, please stop playing~"

It’s a pity that when she first saw her grandfather she thought he was very scary, but after getting to know him she found that he was completely different from before!

Mr. Fu really wanted to capture her lively expression when she was talking, but the tripod couldn't bend to that angle.

"Okay, okay, then grandpa won't take the picture for now."

Mr. Fu turned off the camera and walked with Qingqing to the small pavilion nearby to rest.

The little guy stuck to him, his big black and white eyes never moving away, staring at him eagerly.

"Grandpa, can you bring Dad back?"

The sound of the baby slurping milk reached the old man's ears, making him feel happy.

"Won't the unfilial son be back tomorrow?"

The rare good looks that Mr. Fu showed were all given to Qingqing, and Fu Sihuai was extremely unpopular with him.

Qingqing shook her head, her voice drawn out in a cute tone, and she mumbled and acted coquettishly with him.

"No, it's about asking dad to come back all the time~"

After saying this, she hugged her grandfather's arm and rocked it, and from time to time she put her head forward to rub against him like a kitten.

You know what, this feels pretty good.

Of course, it would be better if Qing girl was not asking for it for that unfilial son.

Transferring Fu Sihuai away from the capital also means restricting him. If he is allowed to come back, he will have to give up certain core industries.

Hiss, compared with my little granddaughter, this is such a difficult decision.

It makes it impossible to make a decision.

Mr. Fu made an embarrassed expression and muttered deeply in his eyes.

"Transfer back, this is not easy to do..."

Seeing that he looked thoughtful, Qingqing also stopped and stared at him with her big black eyes without blinking.

He clenched his two chubby little fists and became very nervous.

"But it's not impossible." As the subject changed, the thoughtful expression on the old man's face suddenly disappeared.

"So what can I do to get Dad back?"

The little girl asked earnestly in a soft, baby voice with a serious look on her face.

"As long as Qing promises Grandpa that she will come to play with him more often, I will transfer that unfilial son back."

The old man said this half jokingly and half seriously.

He is quite bored now that he is semi-retired, otherwise he wouldn't have asked someone to bring his camera to go bird hunting today.

After Fu Sihuai returns to the capital, he will hand over everything he has. His future days will be even more boring than now.

The old man knew that he was incompetent when he was young and was not a good father to his children, so he accepted that the children were not close to him.

Now that I’m older, I’ve suddenly become sentimental and I really like the feeling of having a house full of children and grandchildren.

Now Mr. Fu has come to his senses. Since he did not fulfill his responsibilities when he was young, he has to accept the fact that his children now have little affection for him.

So why does he want a house full of children and grandchildren? He just wants Qing girl to come and play with him more often.

Xiaoqing is really playing with him, and he will take her to sweep all the major awards in the photography industry in the future.

For him now, it gives him a greater sense of accomplishment than earning 1 billion yuan.

This request is not difficult at all for Qingqing.

She agreed without hesitation.

"it is good!"

The little dumpling raised his little face that looked like a bun and promised him seriously.

"Grandpa, I will come to play with you every day from now on!"

This sentence made the old man happy, and he smiled again, his face full of kindness.

Qingqing's way of expressing her gratitude was also very simple. She ran out of the pavilion and grabbed the biggest orange for him.

"Grandpa eat!"

She said in a baby voice, "Grandpa is a good man, Qingqing will grow you a lot of delicious food!"

The old man reached out and took the green fruit egg, playing with it in his hand without eating it.

Hearing Qingqing's words, he instantly recalled the scene of watching a child making plum blossoms bloom with his bare hands that day.

Since Qing girl is so capable, it should be no problem for her to grow a few fruit trees.

That day he just saw many birds flying around the plum blossoms, and now he himself wanted to experience the joy of the birds.

So the old man started to order food without any hesitation.

"Grandpa wants to eat grapes, bananas, and oranges."

The little girl waved her hand with great heroism.

"Okay, plant them all for grandpa!"