Shi Qinglan could realize that something was probably wrong.

She frowned slightly and looked at the man with some concern, "You go and do it first, let Wen [     www.biqugex.biz]le drives you there, put me on the roadside and sober up, I can take a taxi back by myself."

"It's okay, I'll send you back to Qinglan Water Pavilion first." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips and comforted the girl's ear in a deep voice.

No matter what, he couldn't throw Shi Qinglan on the side of the road.

Wen Le stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the speed of the car. Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and kept calling the old house with his cell phone...

The old house of Bo’s chaebol.

Bo Chengru took a car and returned to the old house in a hurry. His smile looked completely different from the usual seriousness. He didn't even know that the Bo family was so anxious about him that he was almost bald.

The servants were relieved to see that he finally returned home, so they immediately called Bo Yucheng to notify him.

After Bo Yucheng sent Shi Qinglan back to Qinglan Water Pavilion, he immediately asked Wen Le to gallop towards the old house, and walked into the villa with long legs, with a faint coldness all over his body.

"Oh, are you back?" Bo Chengru pulled his eyelids.

He was flipping through jewelry boxes at home, all of which were left by his wife and Bo Yucheng's mother. He was picking and choosing a few to take out and pass them to his grandson's wife.

Bo Yucheng frowned slightly, "Grandpa, why didn't you say hello when you return to China? Do you know how much I and Butler Qin are..."

"You can pull it down." Bo Chengru interrupted his words ruthlessly.

The old man straightened his back and put the jewelry box back in its original place. His vicissitudes of cheeks were a little deep. He leaned on the gloomy wooden cane with one hand, and turned around with the other hand behind his back.

His tone was sour, "If you were worried about me, you wouldn't have thrown me, the old man, abroad!"

Upon hearing this, Bo Yucheng couldn't help but frown slightly.

He was raised by Bo Chengru since childhood and had a deep relationship with his grandfather. He sent him abroad for recuperation because he had developed medicine there. He would go abroad to see him whenever he had time, and never left him in a foreign hospital without any intention of leaving him in a foreign hospital.

"Why are you back to China?" he asked with his thin lips pursed.

Bo Chengru glanced at him with a slanted look, and sneered and pretended to be careless, "Your grandpa, I'm not long, I want to run back to China to take a look at you, the grandson, for a few more?"

"Grandpa." Bo Yucheng's eyebrows were frowning even tighter.

His ink pupils slightly sink a little, "You are blessed with your health and good health. You are not allowed to say such words in the future."

Bo Chengru really believed in the nonsense of being strong in body.

He turned his head back and turned his back to the man. A little bit of vicissitudes and coolness was added to his deep eyes. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed and he responded casually, "And."

He knows what his own body is.

Even if the doctor doesn't say it, he can feel that his body is not as big as before. It seems that the organs in his body are beginning to become disobedient. Sometimes it is difficult to do small things on two steps.

Going back to the country alone consumed most of his life.

"Grandpa, I'll help you sit down." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips, and he held the old man's arm and helped him onto the chair.

Bo Chengru sat down slowly with a cane.

His seemingly simple daily movements were very difficult to do, and his hands, who were shaking slightly with their cane.

Bo Yucheng's eyes were drooping, and he could see the back of the old man's hands were covered with wrinkles. The once thick and warm palms now have traces of age and their skin was slightly wrinkled.

"What did the doctor say?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Bo Chengru waved his hand indifferently, "Not healed, I told me to prepare for my funeral. I thought I had been living for the Bo family for most of my life. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't walk outside. So I just ran away and ran back."

Bo Yucheng's slightly drooping eyes pressed the light in his eyes, and his voice was a little low, "Grandpa, you just promised me..."

"Okay, I just lie to you to play." Bo Chengru interrupted him directly, "Your grandpa, I'm quite lucky. I met a miracle doctor who said he could cure my illness. You turtle grandson don't think you can get rid of me so early. I have to keep an eye on your marriage before I can die."

He glanced at the man with his beard and stared at him.

He didn't want his grandson to worry about him, so he simply moved out the doctor girl he met at the airport, and even called her a miracle doctor, making up a lie to reassure his grandson.

"Really?" Bo Yucheng looked at the old man with deep eyes.

Bo Chengru raised his crutch directly, "You are really the same when you say you are a turtle grandson! I said I will not be happy if I live long, and you will not believe it when I meet a miracle doctor. What else do you want..."

"I don't believe you." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips, "In the next two days, I will accompany you to meet that miracle doctor. I happened to know a miracle doctor, and maybe I can cure your illness."

Bo Chengru responded perfunctorily twice, not caring about the miracle doctor that grandson called. However, when he heard that he wanted to take the initiative to see the girl he met, his eyes were slightly cold and he suddenly became interested.

"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself." The old man knocked on the table and signaled Bo Yucheng to sit next to him.

This is a tea table for guests. Two yellow sandalwood chairs stand on both sides of the tea table, with small-leaf red sandalwood tea trays on it. The servant immediately came to make tea for the two of them when he saw this.

Bo Yucheng walked steadily to another yellow sandalwood chair and sat down. Even in front of his family, he was still straight and his noble and elegant temperament was revealed throughout his body.

"Master Bo, Mr. Bo, please use tea."

After the servant respectfully poured tea for the two, he consciously retreated to the side, leaving a separate space for the grandfather and grandson to talk.

Bo Yucheng casually picked up the teacup, feeling a little confused about grandpa’s meaning, “What do I have to talk about?”

"What do you have to talk about... You are such a boring turtle grandson, you have nothing to talk about, let me talk about my grandson's wife!" Bo Chengru glared at him angrily, without giving him any good face.

For him, his granddaughter-in-law is the most important thing for him to return to China this time.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyebrows couldn't help but raise his eyebrows lightly. He seemed to be thinking about something, gently rubbing the teacup with his fingertips, and continued to ask, "What's the granddaughter-in-law who has something to talk about?"

"You bastard..." Bo Chengru was so angry that he felt so painful that he thought he was deliberately changing the subject.

Although Bo Yucheng is not too old, twenty-four years old is the golden age of a man, and he is not in a hurry to get married, Bo Chengru has urged him for many years because of his own health.

But Bo Yucheng has been ruthless and said that he had no plans in this regard and was not interested in the famous daughters he introduced.

Later, perhaps seeing that he was urging him tightly, he simply said that he already had a girl who was happy, but he hadn't caught up with him yet, so he told him not to try to stuff him.
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