Rebirth: Noble Miss Returns

Fu Siming's appearance was so similar to the dead old lady.

Especially when he smiles, his lips bend upward, which is really like Xu Huaishu.

The old man's heart was pounding, and he looked at Fu Siming with a stunned look, but he went away.

"Old man?" Fu Siming made a noise and interrupted the old man's imagination. Only when he recovered did he realize that he had lost his state.

He coughed awkwardly and put on his smelly face just now.

"Are you the boy of the Fu family?" The old man clearly wanted to embarrass Fu Siming.

Fu Siming put the teacup back in front of the old man and put it in order before he answered his words: "exactly."

His answer was understated. It was not as humble as the old man imagined. The old man narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of stomach in his heart.

According to normal people, he shouldn't beg hard to get the old man's understanding and agree that he is with Su Jin?

Why is he so calm that he is not nervous at all?

The old man was a little flustered. Fu Siming was too calm. Instead, he was a little confused.

"Now that you're sitting here, I'll just open the skylight and tell the truth." The old man cleared his throat and said to Fu Sishui, "I didn't agree with you and Xiaojin, but now..."

Speaking of this, his tone was sharp and sharp: "Xiaojin is pregnant. What are you going to do?"

"Marry her." Fu Siming said without hesitation.

Hearing this, the old lady's angry beard turned up. He turned a deaf ear to what he said just now, didn't he.

They all said they were opposed to their marriage, and Fu Sihui dared to marry her.

He glared at Fu Siming with hatred. The old lady said firmly, "you said you would marry us. Where is there such a good thing?"

That's the point.

That's what Fu Siming was waiting for. He asked, "I don't know how to agree to my marriage with Xiaojin. Please give me a hint."

The old man stretched out his hand and interrupted him: "don't call me Grandpa. I can't afford this title. In fact, it's simple and difficult for you two to say."

He deliberately sold it to see Fu Siming's reaction.

Fu Siming really asked, "I don't know how simple it is, and how difficult it is?"

The old man leaned back and said to Fu Sihui, "I want Fu Jue to kneel in front of me and kowtow to admit his mistake."

Referring to Fu Jue, the old man was obviously excited.

Fu Siming's face sank. He knew more about the gratitude and resentment between the old man and Fu, but he didn't expect that they had a deep resentment.

"I'm sorry, sir. There's nothing I can do about it." Fu Sihui knew his temper. It was impossible for him to kowtow to others and admit his mistake.

The old master gave him a century's problem, but Fu Siming couldn't do it.

"Oh, really?" The old man snorted coldly and was in a happy mood: "since you can't do it, don't blame me for being unkind. I won't agree to your marriage with Xiaojin. You can't take it away unless I die."

When assistant Xu, who was eavesdropping outside the door, heard this, he immediately took a cold breath.

I'm afraid Nangong's old man is crazy. He even wants old Fu to kneel in front of him and kowtow and admit his mistake. It's much more difficult than picking stars.

"What, kneel down?" Su Jin looked at assistant Xu with a shocked face. Her face was unbelievable. The old man's gratitude and resentment with old Fu was so deep that she had to kneel down and admit her mistake.

Assistant Xu nodded firmly: "I heard it clearly. That's what I said, and the old man said, said..."

"Say what?" Su Jin asked.

"He also said that if this can't be done, he will never agree to your marriage with your husband." Assistant Xu sighed, like a vented ball, with a regretful face.

Seeing that Su Jin and Fu Siming are about to do good things, they kill Cheng Yaojin on the way. It's really annoying.

Su Jin also feels that this matter is a little difficult. She knows Fu's temper. Although she treats people kindly on the surface, she is a tough man in her bones.

It's hard for him to apologize, let alone kneel down and apologize.

Assistant Xu looked at Su Jin's embarrassed face and had an idea. He came to Su Jin's ear and whispered, "actually, I have a way."

Su Jin raised her eyebrows, looked curiously at assistant Xu and asked, "what can you do?"

"If you can't, you can elope. When the child is born, the old man can't take you. Anyway, you don't want the seat of the head of the family." Assistant Xu thought it was a good idea, but he didn't see Su Jin's sinking face.

With a slap, he got a heavy blow on his head.

"Oh, why did you hit me?"

"You think it's a good idea. I think it's a bad idea." Sujin has a bad way.

Assistant Xu looked embarrassed and whispered, "I'm not thinking about you and your husband. There must be no solution to such a big problem. If old Fu knew, maybe this pimple would be stronger. Where can I solve it?"

Su Jin looked at assistant Xu silently. The latter shrunk his neck and dared not speak again.

"I'll have a look." Su Jin really couldn't sit still. She walked quickly to the old house. Assistant Xu hurriedly called her: "Sir has left. It should be outside the door now."

Su brocade hurried to the gate after her footsteps.

Outside the door, Fu Siming stood under a huge coconut tree. He turned his back to Sujin. The sunset pulled his shadow very long and looked very lonely.

Su Jin's heart ached and suddenly felt that Fu Siming was so poor. He became a sandwich biscuit between Fu and himself. This taste must be very bad.

After adjusting her mood, Su Jin pretended not to know anything and walked towards him with a smiling face.

When Fu Siming heard the voice, he turned back and saw the bright Sujin on his face. The haze in his heart seemed to have been blown away.

"Why did you come out?" The night wind was a little cold. Fu Siming took off his coat and put it on Su brocade.

The broad suit wraps the delicate body of Sujin inside, and the coat with Fu Siming breath also exudes residual temperature.

Su Jin stretched out her hand, gathered her coat, smiled at him and said, "if I miss you, I'll come out."

Neither of them mentioned the problem that the old master gave Fu Siming, and both wanted to present the best state to each other.

Fu Siming stretched out his hand, hugged Su brocade into his arms and took her to sit down in front of the rest chair. They looked at the sunset in the distance and smiled at the corners of their lips. They looked like quiet years.

"Tomorrow, I'm going back to the imperial capital." Fu Siming's eyes were firm.