Yu Chen was a little helpless.
His grandfather obviously saw that he was about to lose before pushing him out.
Mr. Jing didn't even look at his old friend, "Okay, just let Xiao Shen come over. It's better than your bad game."
Yu Chen had no choice but to play the chess game, saying concessions, but when the black piece fell, the situation was instantly reversed.
Jing Lao, who had just thought that Dugu Qiubai was boring, suddenly cheered up and his face became serious. He rarely thought about it for a while before making a decision.
In the time of half a cup of tea, a large area of the country that was just occupied by white characters has been eaten up by black characters. The disadvantage of black characters has reversed, and the momentum is overwhelming.
It was rare for Mr. Jing to become addicted to chess again, and he did not forget to tease Mr. Yu, "Tsk, tsk, you old man is a bad chess player, and so is Yu Yao. I didn't expect your grandson to be so talented in chess."
Speaking of this, Mr. Yu's expression dropped. This was something he inherited from the boy from the Si family.
After a while, Mr. Jing lost, but he had enough fun fighting against the masters, and his eyes looked at Yu Shen with some regret.
What a pity, Tian is jealous of Yingcai, and he is destined to have a short , he really wanted to bring him and Shi Ling together.
As for what I just told Mr. Yu, about the complicated relationship between the Si family, they are just matter how complicated the relationship between the Si family is, as far as he knows, the head of the Si family is also 's just that Yu Yao's death was always a thorn in the side between the Si family and the Yu family.
At this moment, the old housekeeper came over and announced, "Miss Shi Ling and Miss Luo Yuan are here."
The eyes of the three people present lit up.
Shi Ling and Luo Yuan followed closely into the living room.
"Grandpa!" Shi Ling held the flight box and ran towards Mr. Jing.
Although Mr. Jing always kept a serious face during these interactions, Shi Ling could feel that he was an old man with a cold face and a warm heart, as kind and arrogant as her grandmother abroad.
"Grandpa Jing." Luo Yuan also greeted Mr. Jing politely.
Jing Lao nodded, his eyes fell on the flight box held by Shi Ling, and he vaguely saw the cat he recognized Shi Ling as his granddaughter, he gave Shi Ling the pocket money in his card. Shi Ling didn't spend much of it, but she gave him lots of gifts.
None of them were expensive, there were even strings of bodhi beads that cost ten yuan each and trinkets from roadside stalls, but they rarely made Mr. Jing feel like fireworks in the world.
She gave him gifts not to please him at all, but just to bring him something nice and fun she saw along the like when she sometimes took a picture of a cloud with a special shape on the road and shared it with him.
Jing Lao glanced sideways at the box in Shi Ling's hand, took a slow sip of tea, and asked casually, "What else did you bring me along the way?"
"Ah, this is not for you. I adopted the silver-colored layer from the pet hospital. Look, isn't it cute?" Shi Ling took the cat out and held the skin of its neck. The whole cat was hanging like a piece of bacon. He looked down, his whole face drooping.
When he heard that it was not for him, Mr. Jing said solemnly, "Ugly."
Yin Jianlayer breathed a sigh of relief at him.
Shi Ling lowered his head and glanced at the silver gradient layer. He felt that it was a bit fierce at best, but it couldn't be said to be ugly. "You don't like it?"
Jing Lao snorted: "It's not for me. What does it matter whether I like it or not?"
Shi Ling was a little tangled: "But I plan to keep it at home. If you don't like it, I live on campus and no one will care about it."
Mr. Yu next to him suddenly said: "Support my family!" (End of Chapter)