Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Feng Guang said jokingly: "If I really know each other, can I get a discount for my hard work if I ask Grandpa for help this time?"

"Give you a 9.9% off." The old man said with a smile, and walked to the workbench with the God of Wealth in his hand. He said, "This God of Wealth seems to be some years old."

"No, this God of Wealth has been handed down since my great-grandfather generation. It will be more than a hundred years old, to say nothing. So if I accidentally broke it this time, it hurt me."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it can be fixed, I trust my grandpa," the old man said humorously.

At this moment, the wind chimes hung on the door rang again, and a boy who also wore Li Hai's uniform walked in from outside.

Scenery glanced at him, both startled.

The boy who spoke first, he smiled politely, "Hello, classmate Xia."

"Hello, President." Feng Guang looked at his appearance, and greeted him with a laugh.

The old man raised his head from the work in his hands, "So you two really know each other."

Feng Guang immediately smiled and said generously: "Han Chen is the president of the Student Union of our school. In our school, almost everyone knows him. Even the teachers often say they want to learn from him."

"Oh? So my grandson is so good?" The old man listened, and his kind eyes were placed on Han.

Han Chen said, "It's just a small matter."

Han Chen never talked to his grandfather about his identity at school and what medals he received at school, because he felt that he had only done things within the scope of his ability and was nothing remarkable.

Feng Guang looked at Han Chen with an unexpected look. If it is said that he won first place every time, becoming the president of the student union is nothing more than a trivial matter. Then, for the students, what is a major matter?

"Oh, knowing that you kid doesn't like to make me worry about it, all right, you talk to your classmates, I will get some tools inside." After speaking, the old man slowly walked into the house inside.

Han Chen put the bag on a table with a tea set. He seemed to have time to talk to the scenery now, so he smiled directly: "I didn't expect the person to contact me on the Internet would be Classmate Xia."

"I didn't expect it to be the president." Scenery shrugged with a loose attitude.

Han Chen smiled, "My grandfather's craftsmanship is very good, classmate Xia can rest assured that your things will be repaired."

"I'm not worried." Scenery casually found Zhang Taishi's chair to sit down, and looked up at him, "I just didn't expect that an unselfish adult who would grow up with a human face would have a human touch. I thought I was in the president's heart, except There is nothing else to deduct other people’s class points."

"I still think about other things." Han Chen's thin lips were lightly raised, and he smiled faintly. Against these antique backgrounds, he was in a trance that made people feel like the son smiled, unparalleled in the world, he said: "For example, the chair Xia currently sits on. It is the Grand Master Chair made of the best pinewood four hundred years ago. Someone used to spend millions to collect it, but my grandfather has been reluctant to sell it, and even touch it."

The scenery was like sitting on pins and needles, and he immediately stood up, "President..."

"Student Xia, don't worry." There was a smile on his lips, "I won't tell grandpa, if you have done such an excessive thing, you don't have to feel uneasy in your conscience. After all, my grandpa is old. It’s hard to remember."

Scenery: "..."

No, he said that, she would become guilty if she didn't feel guilty! ?