RPAGF Chapter 179 Where does Le An live?
Chapter 179 Where does Le An live?
Fu Xiuyan chatted on and on for a long time, and Xia Yang yawned one after another.
Fu Xiuyan hesitated and pretended not to care and asked, "Did Le An go back with you?"
When Xia Yang finally waited for him to speak, she knew that this jealous person would not remain indifferent: "You instructed him to protect me closely. Le An is one of the top ten employees. Doesn't he deserve praise?"
Fu Xiuyan said in a muffled voice, "You don't have to be so close." Xia Yang was so sleepy that she couldn't hear what Fu Xiuyan was mumbling, "What did you say?"
"Where does Le'an live?"
Xia Yang didn't have the strength to hold the phone anymore. He placed the phone on the pillow, close to his ear, and yawned, "It's in the guest room downstairs. What's going on?"
"I heard that grandma liked him very much and thought she would let him live next door to you."
"My cousin's room is next to mine." Xia Yang turned over and continued, "You're so jealous. Why don't you let Le An go back with you? I think Xiao Wang is having a hard time being alone. In fact, I don't need Le An's protection at all..."
"I'm not jealous." Fu Xiuyan denied it flatly.
Xia Yang didn't respond. Fu Xiuyan, unable to see her, assumed she hadn't heard him. He raised his voice a bit, "I'm really not jealous. Xiao Wang isn't busy at all. I don't need that many people."
Xia Yang pulled the quilt over his head, frowned and muttered: "It's so noisy..."
Fu Xiuyan finally realized his wife was asleep. He quickly fell silent. Xia Yang's breathing was long and clearer than before. Fu Xiuyan guessed that he had probably burrowed into the quilt again.
Fu Xiuyan listened intently to the sound of Xia Yang sleeping, and his heart was full. But he always felt empty in his arms. Originally, Xia Yang should have fallen asleep in his arms.
Fu Xiuyan sighed, picked up the pillow that Xia Yang had been using when she was around, rolled it up tightly, and nestled it in his arms.
Xia Yang's room window faced the back garden. Early in the morning, he was disturbed by the noise outside. Bleary-eyed, he went to the window and saw his grandfather practicing swordplay. Every time he came home, his grandfather's swordplay was full of vigor, accompanied by his repeated shouts.
As soon as he opened the curtains and took a look, he made eye contact with his grandfather who had been keeping an eye on his room. Then he motioned for him to come down.
Xia Yang was extremely reluctant, but she was forced to get up. She only brushed her teeth, not even washing her face, and casually threw on a robe. In the living room, the maid had just brewed and brought her coffee. Xia Yang lazily sipped it and replied to Fu Xiuyan's message.
He couldn't remember what time he fell asleep yesterday. When he woke up, his phone was next to his ear. Fu Xiuyan had already started working an hour before he woke up. It seemed he was still busy now. Xia Yang had finished his cup of coffee before he replied to his message.
Xia Yang reluctantly went downstairs in her slippers, and happened to meet her grandmother who was about to go upstairs.
"Is Xiaoguai up?"
Xia Yang immediately complained to his grandmother, feeling aggrieved. Despite being so tall, he bent over like that, his head drooping on his grandmother's shoulder. "Grandma, please take care of your old man. Every time I come home, he deliberately practices swordplay under my window. It keeps me awake."
Grandma gently poked his forehead and said, "What do you mean by 'my old man'? That's your grandpa! Be careful if he hears you, or he'll beat you up again."
“外婆最疼我了，才不会让他揍我。”
Grandma was very pleased when Xia Yang acted coquettishly to her: "Yes. If he dares to beat up my little darling, I will fight him to the death." Then she tied the belt of Xia Yang's nightgown to him: "Why don't you dress properly again? It's cold outside."
"Then talk to grandma and grandpa and ask them not to let me go out." Xia Yang held Waibao's arm tightly.
Grandma didn't respond: "Your grandpa got up early and made your favorite wontons. Do you want me to make you a bowl first? We can eat our fill before going out?"
Xia Yang pouted: "Forget it, let's wait until I come back to eat."
"Come on, little darling. Grandma is rooting for you."
Xia Yang turned around and said, "Little wontons, I want two big bowls!"
Grandma hurried to the kitchen, calling out as she went, "Auntie Lin, our young master wants two bowls of wontons, big ones! Prepare them quickly."
As soon as Xia Yang went out, a gust of wind blew into his collar.
Grandpa was practicing Tai Chi sword, and Xia Yang stood there watching. Not long after, he saw Le An running back. When Le An saw Xia Yang, he bared his teeth and waved to him.
Xia Yang yawned as he greeted Le An. Before he could finish his yawn, a sudden gust of sword wind rushed towards him. Xia Yang ducked down and dodged several attacks, barely avoiding them. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a nearby tree and snapped off a branch while dodging. Only then did he begin his counterattack.
Le An broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the old man rushing towards Xia Yang with a sword. He was about to pass by with a big jump, but was stunned by Xia Yang's several quick dodges.
Those few simple moves showed that he was a martial artist. He had been with Xia Yang almost every day during this period, so how come he hadn't noticed that he knew kung fu?
Le An then found a good vantage point and watched the grandfather and grandson exchange blows. The old man's every move was merciless, and Xia Yang always blocked it with ease. Only occasionally would he counterattack.
Le An was so engrossed in the game when Xia Yang suddenly called a halt: "Time's up! I don't want to play anymore! I'm tired."
The old man didn't listen, and his hands didn't slow down at all. Xia Yang started shouting into the house: "Grandma! Come quickly! Grandpa hit me! It hurts so much..."
The old man immediately stopped: "You are so old, and you are always complaining to your grandma. Can you be a little more creative?"
Xia Yang patted the dust off his body and said: "As long as it's useful, what's the point of being new? Le An. Let's go eat wontons."
When Le An passed by the old man, he bowed to him with great admiration.
Then he took two quick steps and whispered to Xia Yang, "You are so skilled. Why did Fu Xiuyan ask me to protect you?"
Xia Yang shook his head: "I don't know."
Le An turned around and glanced at the old man again: "Your grandfather is also very powerful. Are you from a martial arts family?"
Xia Yang glanced at Le An in confusion: "Our Yu family is a business family. But my Kung Fu was indeed taught by my grandfather."
"You businessmen, are you so good at training? You are more professional than professionals. Every move and every posture." Le An couldn't help but demonstrate it twice.
Xia Yang said indifferently: "Self-protection."
Le An was even more confused: "Don't you have bodyguards?"
"It's more reassuring to have your own safety in your own hands. And in critical moments, we can be our own last line of defense."
Le An agreed with this point: "Does Fu Xiuyan know that you know Kung Fu?"
Xia Yang was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "You should know."