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Chapter 238: Understanding the Rights of Inheritance (1)

The way children follow the rules is always cute.

Old Master Qi's mood has improved a lot in the past two days because of Mo Ci's presence.

After getting out of the car, Mr. Qi extended his hand to Mo Ci again. Mo Ci readily raised his arm and held his small hand with the old man's big hand.

It just so happened that Grandpa Qi couldn't walk too fast, and Mo Ci couldn't walk too fast because of his short legs. The grandfather and grandson walked in perfect harmony at this time.

After walking a few steps, we arrived at a large arch. There were waiters in distinctive costumes waiting on the side of the arch.

When the other party saw them appear, they immediately came forward to greet them warmly.

After taking a side road, they arrived at their destination.

At this time, there were already two old men about the same age as Mr. Qi sitting by the artificial lake, fishing with fishing rods.

Hearing the noise here, both of them looked over sideways.

When they saw Mr. Qi, both of them had smiles in their eyes.

But when he saw Mo Ci being held by him, he was stunned for a moment.

One of the old men said, "Qi Hong, you old man, you are so late again."

Old Master Qi Hong continued walking while asking Mo Ci who was concentrating on walking.

"Xiaofeng, what time is it now?"

When Mo Ci heard this, he first glanced at Qi Hong, then turned his head to look at the watch on the wrist of the hand that Qi Hong was holding his, and replied honestly.

"Grandpa, it's nine fifty in the morning."

Qi Hong smiled and looked at the people over there, "Song Junheng, did you hear that? It's not time yet, how am I late?"

The old man Song Junheng who was speaking just smiled when he heard this and looked at the grandfather and grandson who were getting closer and closer to him.

"This is your grandson? Why are you willing to bring your grandson out?"

Song Junheng and Qi Hong have been good friends for decades, and Song Junheng knows Qi Hong's fussy nature and his insistence on following the rules very well.

That's why Song Junheng was curious about how this little guy caught Qi Hong's eye.

The grandfather and grandson stopped two steps away from Song Junheng, and Qi Hong snorted coldly.

"It's my grandson. I can take him if I want. Why are you asking so many questions? You want my grandson? Go find your own grandson."

When Song Junheng saw Qi Hong's expression, he knew that his fussy nature had come back again, so he could only say helplessly.

"Forget it, forget it. Those in my house are all like monkeys. I'm willing to bring them out, but I'm afraid you can't stand it."

As expected, these words earned Qi Hong a slightly impatient look, but he soon sat down by the lake and, like the other two, set up his fishing rod and started fishing.

Mo Ci sat on a small stool, next to Qi Hong, sitting obediently, not at all as active as other children.

The old man on the other side, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Qi Hong, what's your grandson's name?"

"Qifeng, the meaning of a good harvest."

"What a name."

The meaning of "Feng" is "bountiful harvest"?

When Mo Ci heard this, a dark light flashed in his eyes. The name Qi Feng was actually a misunderstanding.

The name his family originally gave him was "Feng", but it was later registered as "Feng".

At that time, Qi Yan, the father, was concerned about his wife and had no mood to care about the son that Qi's mother had spent so much effort to give birth to. It doesn't matter if the name was registered wrong.

This is how the name "Qi Feng" came into being.

But even so, Qi Feng's name is out of place among the children of Qi Yan's family.

The eldest was named Qi Anzhi, and the twins born later were a boy named Qi Anyi and a girl named Qi Anyue.

No matter how you look at it, Qi Feng was not placed in this home.

Now, the words of grandfather Qi Hong gave Qi Feng's name another meaning. Unfortunately, Qi Feng himself did not feel it.

Then, the old man looked at Mo Ci again with a kind smile on his face.

"Xiaofeng, my last name is Ji, what should you call me?"

Mo Ci first glanced at Qi Hong, and Qi Hong was more satisfied that Mo Ci asked for his instructions at the first opportunity.

He nodded, and then Mo Ci spoke.

"Grandpa Ji."

"What about me? What about me? Xiaofeng, you haven't called me yet?!"

Song Junheng spoke unwillingly, which caused Qi Hong to express his dissatisfaction with the fact that he was not at all mature at his age. However, he did not care and looked at Mo Ci with anticipation.

Mo Ci also followed suit and called out, "Grandpa Song."

I don’t know if this Song Junheng has any relationship with Song Jiayue’s family next door. Maybe he is Song Jiayue’s grandfather.

As for this grandfather surnamed Ji, in Qi Feng's memory, this grandfather Ji was called Ji Youen.

In the future, Grandpa Ji’s grandson Ji Cen will be Qi Anzhi’s rival in career.

I didn’t expect that Mr. Ji and Qi Hong had such a close relationship.

The two men who were called grandpa by Mo Ci were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. They kept talking, saying that it was a pity that they didn't bring anything today and couldn't give a gift, so they could only wait until next time.

When Mo Ci heard this, he first looked at Qi Hong, and Qi Hong also spoke.

"Okay, don't forget it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Junheng and Ji Youen looked at Qi Hong in surprise.

There was something very wrong with this old guy, but they couldn't care less because...

"Oh, we caught a fish. Xiaofeng, quickly bring the landing net over here."

Qi Hong's joyful voice sounded, and Mo Ci quickly stood up, walked to the side, picked up the scoop net, and used his small hands to grab the fish that was close to the shore.

Song Junheng came over in time, first grabbed Mo Ci's little arm, then took the scoop net and scooped up the fish.

"Of course, Old Hongtou, you've only been here a few minutes and you've already caught a fish."

He turned his head and looked at Mo Ci, "Xiao Feng, you are still young, you don't need to do these things, be careful not to fall into the water and feed the fish~"

Song Junheng's tone was a bit joking. Mo Ci blinked and nodded obediently.

"Got it. Thank you, Grandpa Song."

He quickly returned to Qi Hong and looked up at him with admiration.

"Grandpa is amazing, what a big fish."

Being looked at like this by the child, Qi Hong was in a good mood and rubbed Mo Ci's little head.

"It was Xiaofeng who brought good luck to Grandpa."

Ji Youen interjected, "Isn't it? You said that Xiaofeng's "Feng" means a bumper harvest. I think this is also a good harvest."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three old men laughed out loud. Mo Ci looked at them and also smiled.

For the following time, Mo Ci stayed with Qi Hong most of the time, but while watching them fishing, Mo Ci picked up a branch and wrote and drew on the muddy ground.

Qi Hong didn't say anything when he saw his actions, but once there was one fish, there would be two.

They kept coming onto his hook, which made Song Junheng and Ji Youen, who had been standing by for a long time, jealous.

After a while, Ji Youen couldn't stand it anymore and simply said, "Lao Hong, let Xiao Feng come sit with me."

Qi Hong had just put a fish into the fishing box beside him, and after thinking about it, he knew what Ji Youen was planning.

But he didn't refuse, just nodded his chin.

"can."

Then Mo Ci sat down in another seat with a puzzled look on his face. However, it didn't take long for Ji Youen to catch fish, one after another.

Song Junheng: "Lao En, you've almost had enough. Let Xiao Feng come to me, quickly."

As he spoke, Song Junheng couldn't wait for Mo Ci to come over by himself, so he simply carried Mo Ci and the stool to his side.

Now Song Junheng also started fishing happily, catching fish one by one. However, this time, the three old men noticed something was wrong.

The three old men all believed in some mysterious things, and now their eyes looked at Mo Ci differently.

Song Junheng caught another big fish. He stopped casting out the line and looked at Qi Hong and spoke.

"Lao Hong, your grandson is incredible."

There was an unfathomable look on Qi Hong's old face, but he was thinking about something in his mind.