Chapter: 1028

Parked the car, got out of the car and walked over, and a servant came up to meet him, "Master nephew can't enter right now."

"Why?" Frowning, he was surprised.

Knowing that the old man likes to be quiet and hates dealing with people, he comes very rarely, not even a few times a year. Although he has been rejected, the times are very few, and most of them have reasons.

Counting the time today, it has been more than half a year since he came. In addition, he really had something to do, so he felt that the old man would not miss him, so he came here specially.

I was stopped before I even entered the door, which made me feel somewhat unhappy.

"I'm not just here to say hello today, I have something important to do!" He said and walked inside.

However, the servant followed closely and stopped him, "Master nephew, please don't embarrass us, you know the master's rules, if you trespass, then..."

Without saying anything else, Yuan Che's face was already very ugly.

He knew, of course he knew.

He was able to enter because the old man allowed it. If he had already made it clear that he was not allowed, and he forced his way in, the consequences would be that he would never come back again!


Moreover, it is very likely that the relationship is broken off.

Although he was unhappy, he didn't dare.

Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to turn around and walk back, "Okay, then I'll wait here, you go report, when the third uncle is willing to see me, I'll go in anyway! Just say, I really have something urgent You have to ask him for advice!"

In the backyard, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the sun is shining brightly.

The old man was lying on his back on the bamboo and rattan chair, rocking leisurely. He also held a small and exquisite purple clay pot in his hand. From time to time he would approach the mouth of the pot and take a sip, feeling very comfortable.

He was wearing a pure white old man's sweatshirt, with straw slippers on his feet, but only one foot was well worn, and the other foot was sandwiched between two toes, hanging there with his legs crossed and dangling. As if it would fall down at any moment.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary old man was actually Mr. Yuan, whom so many people wanted to meet but never could.

He squinted his eyes, enjoying it very much. From time to time he raised his eyelids and glanced to the right.

He seems careless, but he is always on guard.

On his right side is a large herb field, which is planted with his "heart and sweetheart". Except for himself and a full-time gardener, no one is allowed to step in.

At this moment, a woman wearing a cotton and linen gown and trousers was walking among them.

She didn't seem to be very interested in the rare and exotic herbs inside. She frowned and seemed to be looking for something. She bent over slightly, tilted her head, and looked at it very carefully.

I don't know if I found the target, I stretched out my hand towards a plant with long green leaves and small pale yellow stamens, before my fingers touched it, I heard the old man exclaim, "Oh, my heart~"

He stood up in a hurry. He didn't care that one of his slippers fell off. He pulled one slipper and jumped towards her, "Don't touch it! Don't touch it!"

Hearing this voice, Su Yun stopped and turned to look at him, "Untouchable?"

"You can't touch it! You can't touch it!" He waved his hands repeatedly, with a look of pain on his face.

Slowly she withdrew her hand, and Su Yunyuan had no intention of actually touching it. She watched the old man almost rushing over, panting, and stood in front of her. She first carefully looked at the herb to make sure it was not hurt. Damage, I looked at Su Yun again, her fingers were clean, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, you are getting stronger with time!" Su Yun said half-jokingly.

"Tui! Master, my old bones will be broken sooner or later!"

He knocked on his shoulder, bent down, and looked exhausted again. As he walked back, he said, "Hey, I'm old and useless!" JrNovels.com