Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Extra episode of "Don't Come Alright"

Gu Zhuoyan breathed a sigh of relief, then was surprised again: "What video?"

Zhuang Fanxin said: "Something happened before...my grandma also saw the online video."

Gu Zhuoyan yelled: "That surveillance?!" In the company, someone pushed his grandson on the operating table, lifted his hijab and kissed, "Damn it, I'm fucking ashamed to face people."

Xue Manzi bumped into him sitting on his lap in the office, Zhuang Fanxin understood this feeling, as someone who had experienced it, he wanted to comfort Gu Zhuoyan, but as soon as his lips moved, Gu Zhuoyan broke down and said, "Stop talking, shut up! "

In the second half of the journey, Gu Zhuoyan leaned against the window to prepare, his heart rate fluctuated up and down, and his brow was sweating from anxiety before getting out of the car.

It was dusk, and the garden of the farmer was indescribably beautiful. The house was a Victorian building with a spire top. Under the carved lintel, an old man with silver curly hair stood there. He was wearing a dress and high heels. He was the grandma of the farmer who had been specially dressed.

Zhuang Fanxin ran over to support the old man's side, and said in a casual way: "This is too pretty."

The old lady ignored him and looked at the young man who was approaching under the steps. She didn't wear any glasses, and after a while she saw it clearly and said a very cute sentence: "You are more handsome than the photo."

I don't know if it's because of Xiaguang, or because of the sudden thinning of his skin, Gu Zhuoyan blushed when he stepped on the steps, and when he came to the old man, he looked handsome, calm and respectful, and called out "Grandma".

Both his grandma and grandma left early, and he hadn't called out this call for many years. After the call, a wrinkled hand stretched out to hold him. His big hand held him immediately. When he touched something in his palm, he looked down, and it was a very Chinese-style red envelope.

The old lady said, "Xiaoyan, you are welcome."

Gu Zhuoyan's face turned even redder, Xiaoyan, his parents never called him that, he was standing tall and tall, he forgot to bring the meeting gift, and he couldn't speak well even if he was obedient.

Zhuang Fanxin looked at it, not adding fuel to the fire, but adding honey to the sugar: "Grandma, the door hasn't entered yet, so is it too impatient to give the red envelope now?"

The old lady took Gu Zhuoyan's hand, saw the ring on the ring finger, and replied: "Your grandfather made a wedding ring. You haven't gotten married yet, and the wedding hasn't happened yet. I think you're also quite impatient."

Zhuang Fanxin admitted: "It means I passed it on from generation to generation."

Until entering the room, Gu Zhuoyan was dizzy all the time. The love of the older generation was so debilitating. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, being coaxed by his grandma to eat this and that, asking cold and hot questions, and being praised for everything he said. All requirements will be met.

Xue Maochen became even more energetic, calling out his "in-laws", exuding the lively factor accumulated by the old widower for many years.

In the evening, Gu Zhuoyan took a tour of the house. The third floor is Zhuang Fanxin's site. The carpet is very thick. As soon as you go up, you will find a workshop with various objects. There are studios and storage rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the bedroom is the narrowest. Only one small cross window was open.

Zhuang Fanxin was making the bed: "Are you sleepy from jet lag?"

"It's okay." Gu Zhuoyan walked in, "There are so many rooms, how do you choose this one for sleeping?"