100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1127 Twelve Hours

The sudden knocking sounded again.

The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly froze.

His movements were just a little gentler, but he didn't stop.

The little girl's body was tense, her eyes were red, and she stared nervously at the door.

"Brother, someone's here."

She tried to push the man's head away.

But this little bit of force is just a feigned reluctance.

Besides, her voice was trembling and so soft that it only made people want to bully her even more.

"I'm going to sleep now, we'll talk tomorrow."

There was only one of Shi Qingyuan or Shi Qingming outside the door. He didn't want to pay any more attention to them.

"Ah Song, I'm Grandma."

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study

"Ah Song, tell Grandma honestly, does your younger brother like her too?"

The old lady frowned slightly.

She hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door.

Before Ah Ming mentioned that matter, she really hadn't thought about it in that direction, but after Shi Qingming brought it up, many things that were originally unclear suddenly became clear.

Before, A-Yuan wasn't so resistant to arranged marriages.

After all, once Ah Song entered the system, he had already clearly understood his destiny.

This huge Shi family will eventually have to be shouldered by him alone.

For a qualified heir, setting aside emotions and speaking only with reason, having a wife who can help him, and living a respectful and harmonious life together is the best choice.

But he... suddenly changed his mind.

Although willful, Ah Ming is not entirely without restraint.

He suddenly spoke harshly in the hospital.

She still vividly remembers that slap.

So, do both grandsons—no, all three grandsons—like that little girl?

This is what truly weighed heavily on the old lady's heart.

Shi Qingsong's fingers curled slightly, but her smile was natural, with just the right amount of surprise: "Grandma, why would you say that?"

The old lady saw her eldest grandson using the same tactics he used in officialdom on her.

He immediately put on a stern face.

“No need to pretend, I know everything. Ah Ming was crying and asking me for something.” Shi Qingsong lowered her eyes slightly.

The smile on his face faded slightly.

He remained silent and did not speak.

The old lady sighed softly, staring at her eldest grandson as she spoke slowly and deliberately: "He said he wants Huanhuan. Why are you all so troublesome? If this matter were to reach your grandfather, what do you think he would think of Huanhuan?"

The man pressed down the corners of his mouth.

He gently removed the mask that he always wore, revealing his kind and gentle nature.

"It has nothing to do with Huanhuan."

"Ah Song, society's tolerance for women isn't as high as you imagine, especially in our circle. If you say it has nothing to do with the young girl, what will others think and say? Yes, they won't say it to your face, and they wouldn't dare to say it, but behind your back, there will be plenty of gossip."

"So, Grandma, what do you mean?" He calmly pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at the old lady.

The gentle man, now expressionless, possessed a sharp edge that was enough to terrify anyone who met his gaze.

Grandma thinks that none of the three of you are suitable for that girl.

She didn't want to see a rift between her brothers.

However, given the current development of the situation...

It's hard to say whether the three brothers will still be able to work together in the future.

The moment the words left his mouth, the study fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, and a hoarse voice escaped from his throat.

He gently put down the pen he was playing with, looked up into the old woman's eyes, and said, "Grandma, Huanhuan and I are a good match."