To My Dear Mr. Huo

The expressions of the children and grandchildren were different, but Mr. Huo didn't seem to see it. Even if he saw it, the decision he made would not change.

"Grandpa." Su Qingsang couldn't sit still: "This meeting gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."

"There is nothing you can't want." Mr. Huo waved his hand: "Things are dead, but people are alive. You are married to Jin Yao, and you are the eldest grandson-in-law of our Huo family. You don't have to be burdened with this little thing."

"But—" Su Qingsang subconsciously looked at Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao squeezed Su Qingsang's hand, signaling her not to be nervous.

"Since I told you, it's yours. You can accept it with peace of mind."

Mr. Huo's eyes scanned the dining table, and finally returned to Su Qingsang's face and said again: "Don't be nervous, it's not just you. If you can give birth to a man and a woman for the Huo family in the future, I will give birth to a man and a woman under my name." The shares will also be given to him.”

"grandfather."

Su Qingsang really felt a lot of pressure this time, she was not ready to be a mother yet.

"It doesn't matter, I'm old, half of my body is buried in the loess, my property is not all yours in the end?"

The dining table was very quiet, Huo Mingmei half bit her lip and almost broke her nails.

There was no change on Huo Mingliang's face, but the gloom in his eyes could be easily seen. As for the other juniors, they were even more incompetent, and they couldn't hide the dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Mr. Huo didn't seem to notice these undercurrents, and with a wave of his hand, he asked the butler to start serving the dishes.

"Dad." Huo Mingmei couldn't help it. Her surname is also Huo. Except for the idea shares, she can't get hold of everything in the Huo family, and she already feels uncomfortable.

She knows about that villa. Mr. Huo owns countless properties, but that one has the best location and decoration. It is worth nearly 100 million yuan. She wanted to ask for it on her daughter's birthday, but she didn't get it.

Just give it to a little girl like this now?

"Jin Yao and his wife don't often live in Rongcheng, so the big villa doesn't seem to be very useful for the younger couple, right?"

What's more, the two are still living here.

"Whether you need it or not, anyway, if I give it to her, it's hers. How to use it and when to use it, that's her business."

How could Mr. Huo not know about his daughter's plans?

He's not patriarchal, it's just that he has observed some things in the past few years, and he knows very well.

"But--"

Huo Mingmei wanted to say something, but Wei Nantian who was sitting beside her tugged at her arm, and gave her a look to signal her not to say anything.

She had no choice but to shut up in embarrassment.

The servants began to serve the dishes. Su Qingsang used to reduce her sense of existence when eating at the Su's house, and it was the same here.

But she wanted to reduce her sense of existence, and she couldn't stand the person around her who was trying to enlarge her sense of existence.

"Qing Sang, eat this. Aunt Wang's fried fish is a must. This fish is the best."

"Qing Sang, try this, the beef is very tender."

"Qing Sang, drink some soup. This soup was stewed by Aunt Wang early in the morning. It is very soft and rotten. You should try it."

Su Qingsang was already uncomfortable sitting in front of so many people.

Now that Huo Jinyao made this move, more people stared at her, and she became more and more uncomfortable.

"Don't pinch it, I can eat it myself."

"It's okay, I like to serve you food."

Huo Jinyao smiled so much that he showed his white teeth, Su Qingsang's forehead twitched, and suddenly he felt that Huo Jinyao was showing his affection? This is clearly helping him to gain hatred.

One more. . . . Qingsang is going to become a rich woman. La la la.