Old Mr. Grant accompanied Blanca to write a few brushstrokes, a majestic and powerful “Family and Everything Prosper”.
Blanca stood next to the coffee table, her body had almost recovered.
“Grandpa, your writing is really beautiful! It’s simply unprecedented and unprecedented!”
“Hahahaha, you girl, you can only amuse me. Blanca, you are really a witty little girl.” Old Mr. Grant was amused by Blanca, after a few days of contact, he really liked Blanca more and more, not only good-looking, well-behaved, and sweet talking.
Old Mr. Grant felt twenty years younger when he was with Blanca.
Rosanne sat on the sofa and watched this happy scene, and her heart was especially sweet.
“Well, Grandpa, don’t praise her, she was already rather self-absorbed, now when you praise her, she will fly into the sky?”
Matthew rearranged the pen, ink, paper and ink stone, his temperament was elegant, like a nobleman from a luxurious family.
The sunlight outside the window sprinkled in, the years were quiet, the family was together, Blanca felt her chest cavity was filled with happiness, very sweet.
“Why can’t I praise, I like to hear grandpa praise me, and grandpa is telling the truth, isn’t it grandpa?” Blanca put her arm around Old Mr. Grant ingratiatingly.”
Old Mr. Butler said “I’m her grandfather!”
“I’m the one!” Old Mr. Grant argued
“…”
Seeing the two old men arguing, Blanca’s eyes curved, just wanting to speak, the person was already wrapped into Matthew’s arms, Matthew put his chin against the top of Blanca’s head, a little upset.
“What’s wrong?” Blanca asked.
“Is it that with a loved one, here, there’s no place for me?” Matthew wrapped one arm around Blanca’s waist, one hand lifted to poke her where her heart was, Blanca was tickled by him, lowered her head, and her ears gradually reddened. “Why, I …”
“You what?”
“You know.” Blanca naturally couldn’t say those sweet words of love because, well, the parents were there now.
Matthew, however, refused to let her off the hook. He put his ear to Blanca’s ear, “No, I don’t know. I want to hear you say it yourself.”
“I … I like you.”
Blanca almost flew to finish this sentence, after finishing it, could not help but shyly pushed Matthew away to hide, Blanca looked at her this little daughter’s posture, only felt very comfortable in the heart.
It was as if even the heartbeat had missed a beat, is this the feeling of like?
Well, it was so comfortable.
When the two old men saw their precious granddaughter being molested by Matthew, they shouted angrily, “Matthew, don’t bully her!”
“Why are you being mean to my grandson?” Old Mr. Grant frowned.
“Aren’t you being mean too?”
“My own grandson, I can be as mean as I want, who are you to be mean?”
“You old fart!” Old Mr. Butler was usually a man of culture, but when it came to Old Mr. Grant, he had no choice but to be furious. He could not say anything else, he could only pop out this sentence.