Her smile was kind, like her voice, which made people feel comfortable.
"You..." The old man raised his other hand.
Not knowing what she wanted to do, Qiu Yang imdiately reached out and grabbed the old man’s hand, then pressed his lips together, smiled slightly, and encouraged him, "You have a good rest, next ti I’ll play chess with you."
Sothing’s up!
Xin Xiaoxiao turned her head, paying attention to Qiu Yang.
Oh my god, that looks, that aura, it’s the sa breed as Xiang Yiqing.
And look at this filial energy, sothing’s definitely up...
"Qiu Yang...?"
At this mont, Lun Shujun also voiced her confusion, "That na sounds a bit familiar."
She walked to the bedside, standing opposite Qiu Yang, carefully staring at Qiu Yang’s face to scrutinize.
"Familiar?" Qiu Yang raised his head to look at Lun Shujun, first with a bit of confusion, then with a look of sly joy, "Did Xiang Yiqing ntion in front of you?"
Based on her years of experience watching idol dramas and romance novels, a forr fla was coming back.
Xin Xiaoxiao was firm in her assessnt of Qiu Yang’s identity, and in the next second, she clasped the old man’s hand tightly, loudly soothing him: "Grandpa, don’t get excited, don’t get excited, Xiang Yiqing will be back soon. He called , he’s already on the way."
She continued, implicitly lowering her head to glance at her own little belly, hinting, "Just rest well, don’t get too excited and miss seeing your great-grandchild, don’t bla ."
"You..." The old man widened his eyes in excitent.
It scared Xin Xiaoxiao badly, she originally wanted to stimulate his will to live, but hoped it wouldn’t backfire.
She hurriedly added, "We’re waiting for you to na him, please rest your eyes closed for a bit and think about what to na your great-grandchild."
The old man smiled and nodded, obediently closed his eyes, thinking about the great-grandchild’s na, and thus had no interest in dealing with Qiu Yang on the other side who said he would accompany him for chess when he got better.
Playing chess is no match for the power of a great-grandchild.
Xin Xiaoxiao gently patted the old man’s chest, "Grandpa, think well, Auntie and I are heading out first."
Saying this, she carefully withdrew her hand that the old man was holding, slowly straightened her back, and looked up, unintentionally eting Lun Shujun’s speechless gaze.
She shrank her neck, playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
Lun Shujun pointed a finger at her, as if saying: You little troublemaker.
Then she said to Qiu Yang, "Miss Qiu, let’s go out and chat, let the old man rest for a while."
"Okay." Qiu Yang nodded, turned to follow Lun Shujun’s lead, took a few steps, and couldn’t help but glance at Xin Xiaoxiao again.
Xin Xiaoxiao looked down at her phone, not paying attention to her.
"Mom, where’s Grandpa?"
Just as Xin Xiaoxiao and the others walked out, Xiang Yiqing rushed in. In the last stretch, he practically slid up to Lun Shujun’s side, grabbing her shoulders with a tense and excited question, "How’s Grandpa doing?"
Lun Shujun raised her head, looking at Xiang Yiqing’s face, her heart aching, "Son, how did you get so thin?"
She reached out and touched Xiang Yiqing’s face.
Ever since Ji Chicheng had an accident, he’s been watching day and night. During those days when the danger period hadn’t passed, he’s been on edge, it’s no wonder he’s lost weight.
Xiang Yiqing didn’t respond to his mother’s concern, his mind completely on the old man, "How’s Grandpa?"
Saying that, he reached out to open the hospital room door.
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