Chapter 1401 (1/2)

”Xiao Mo wants to see my grandfather!” In Zhao xinrou's speechless eyes, Xiaomo was hugged by Wei Guoting happily and waxy road in his arms.

As soon as she said this, Zhao xinrou was stunned, and then she burst out laughing. She thought to herself, didn't the little doll really treat them as their own family members? Even if you call yourself grandma, you still miss your grandfather!

Wei Guoting's resolute eyebrows frowned, some discontented way, ”grandfather, what good to see, isn't there too grandfather?” Well, old man Wei had already recognized this great grandson subconsciously without knowing his real identity!

”Great grandfather is the best!” Xiao Mo hugged Wei Guoting's neck. Wei Guoting was overjoyed by his fleshy little arms and intimate movements. His old face, which had been stretched for many years, almost broke into a flower regardless of his image.

”Although Xiaomo likes grandma and great grandfather very much, but if my grandfather is here, Xiaomo will be more happy!” Small Mo Du mouth, that water moistened eyes full of expectations. A pair of butterfly like eyelashes blink and blink. That delicate small appearance, not to mention Zhao xinrou this soft hearted, even Wei Guoting and Chu Lingye such hard hearted men are soft hearted and become a pool of water!

”What a wonderful child Wei Guoting wanted to rub Xiao Mo into his blood.

Such a lovely and sensible child, if he was the great grandson of Wei Guoting, it would be a wonderful thing!

”Grandma will take you now!” Zhao xinrou in Xiaomo's Shuai Meng offensive, has already given up arms. If not respect Wei Guoting, it is estimated that she would have snatched Xiaomo from his hand and fly to the study to find Wei Shirong!

Wei Guoting nodded in a hurry, waved his big hand, and strode toward Wei Shirong's study. Zhao xinrou and Chu Ling night follow him.

Wei Shirong is in his study. He's not dealing with national affairs. When the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, prosperous and stable, where are so many major events? What's more, even if there is one, it's not his turn! That nephew of his is a good material to be an emperor. He is in charge of all the big things. So now, though he is a general, he is basically idle.

The relaxed and comfortable days have led him to form a habit: he likes to write and draw in his study when he has nothing to do, and he regards it as a boring time.

Bright and soft sunlight from the window, cast on the floor in front of the desk, leaving a square spot. At the other end of the long red sandalwood desk, Wei Shirong was absorbed in drawing.

Ten years later, the general, who inherited the fortitude and blood of the Wei family, has always had the same spirit. Rao has not been on the battlefield for many years, and still can't wear away the valiant temperament. However, if you pay a little attention, you can see a few strands of white hair on his temples.

In fact, with Wei Shirong's accomplishments, his temples are not so white now. When purple queen left this decade, as a father, he missed becoming ill.

As the saying goes: children travel thousands of miles, mother worried. It is said that when the son is away from home, the mother at home is worried about it. In the same way, how can a father not worry about his daughter's wandering alone?

Although, purple queen is not the natural daughter. But after all, he watched the queen grow up. After so many years of feelings, he has already regarded purple queen as his own. Even, the father's love is stronger than that of his own children!

It can be said that, over the years, their husband and wife poured into purple Queen's body no less than Wei Ziyu's!

Wei Shirong focused on the paintings on the desk. I do not know how long, he was focused on the expression, suddenly a Zheng, and then his eyebrows wrinkled, a loss of diffuse on his eyes.

On the red sandalwood desk, on the scroll that is laid out, it is the purple queen.

Outside the door, came a disorderly footstep sound, which made Wei Shirong have to withdraw from his thoughts. He looked out of the door in disbelief. The ordinary house is quiet, especially his study. At least for the last decade. Why is it so lively all of a sudden?

When Wei Shirong had doubts, the door was knocked. But before he could answer, the door was pushed open

Wei Shirong opened his mouth and watched his father rush in with a little baby in his arms. Then he pointed to himself and said to the baby in his arms, ”little mo, this is my grandfather!”

Grandfather?!

Wei Shirong was stunned.

Zhao xinrou seems not to know that Wei Shirong has been silly, but also asked with a smile, ”is Xiaomo very cute?”

Cute is cute, but who can tell him, what kind of situation is this?!

This is my grandfather?

As soon as Xiao Mo came in, he would stop his eyes on Wei Shirong.

At first glance, Xiaomo was attracted by Wei Shirong's general temperament which was almost the same as that of Wei Guoting. Maybe the grandfather of Xiliang city is not as powerful as the grandfather of Xuanyuan clan, but his military temperament is unique.

When I saw my grandfather, I was very happy. In particular, he found that the painting he was painting was actually a beautiful mother. He had a good feeling for the grandfather who he had never met before!”Grandfather hugs ~” the little mo stretched out the white tender small arm, coquettish and cute to beg for a hug

Wei Shirong is still in a kind of confusion, but it is unambiguous to reach out and take over the small Mo in his arms.

Xiao Mo hugs Wei Shirong's neck and twists and turns in Wei Shirong's arms, giggling.

Now I feel that everything is so perfect.

He likes the grandparents in Xiliang city and his great grandfather. Perhaps this place is not worth mentioning, but the people here are deeply in love with his beautiful mother! Not only that, they are kind-hearted people

Xiao Mo's eyes slip around, struggling to come out of Wei Shirong's arms.

Wei Shi Rong this just returned to God, don't understand to ask small Mo, ”do you want to go down?”

Xiao Mo nodded.

Wei Shirong bent down and put the little Mo on the ground. In a few people do not understand in the eyes, small Mo strides small short legs to run to the wall behind the desk, point to a picture hanging above, turn head to excitedly say, ”mother!”