However, the gift Nangong Fuhu took out was worse than diamonds, and it turned out to be a pen with a mottled surface color.

Pens obviously have a long history. They may have been a very valuable gift in the past, but as time goes by, their value can be ignored.

Nangong Zhenjun twitched a few times, and couldn't help but smile, "Second brother, is this pen made of diamonds?"

A slight laughter came from all over the place.

Everyone can see that this pen is an ordinary pen. It has nothing strange except for its age. Perhaps the tip of the pen is made of gold?

"Fuhu, why are you doing with a pen?"

Nangong Jianlong was also stunned and asked in confusion, "Is this a gift you gave to Grandma, right?"

You could feel countless pairs of joking eyes around him, and Nangong Fuhu suddenly felt the pressure increased greatly. He glared at Lin Xiao fiercely, thinking that it was all your idea that it was your kid. Giving such a broken fountain pen would be too expensive.

Although this pen is a relic left by the ancestors of the Nangong family, it is not very valuable, right?

Is it still antiques?

“Yes, yes!”

The arrow was on the string, and Nangong Fuhu had to fire it, and handed the pen respectfully to Grandma's face.

Everyone held back their laughter secretly, waiting for Grandma Long Yan to be furious, and the scene of slapping Nangong Fuhu off with a crutch appeared.

"Grandma Zu, please accept it with a smile!"

Nangong Fuhu bent down to give gifts without laughing.

Grandma Zu was stunned.

Her face was not as angry and angry as others imagined, but instead showed a hint of excitement and regret - "Is it his?"

Grandma Zu said in an inaudible voice, and at the same time she slowly reached out and grabbed the pen carefully, as if it was a treasure that could be damaged even if it was a breath.

Nangong Fuhu didn't understand why, so he secretly glanced at Lin Xiao and found that this guy was so stinging and was eating, and he didn't pay attention to the matter here at all.

"Boy, do you want to kill me?"

Nangong Fuhu cursed in his heart, "I just said that this pen is useless. I gave such a broken thing, and said that Grandma Zu would be excited to praise me, it would be nice if she didn't beat me up?"

Grandma, who had been calm, suddenly her voice increased by octave, "It's really his pen, where did you find Fuhu?"

“Where did I find it?”

Nangong Fuhu was stunned for a moment and said casually, "Home, I have always kept it. I kept it when I came out of my house."

Nangong Fuhu's grandfather and grandmother's husband are brothers. This pen is the token of love given to her by grandmother back then.

However, the family was in chaos back then, and Grandma's husband ran away from home and left all the relics to Nangong Fuhu's grandfather.

Nangong Fuhu's grandfather passed on the things to his generation. After he split up, he took them with him and never took them seriously. Until Lin Xiao found him the day before yesterday, asked about some information, and found the pen when he went to search for the relics.

Lin Xiao said that as long as he gave this pen to Grandma, he would give the elderly more happiness than other people's gifts.

With the trust of Lin Xiao, Nangong Fuhu didn't think much about it and came with it.

He just didn't expect that Nangong Jianglong's jade Guanyin was so hated. When he gave such a big gift, his small pen - "That's great! Thank you, thank you little Fuhu."

Suddenly, Grandma Zu seemed to have lost control of her emotions and kept thanking Nangong Fuhu.
Chapter completed!