Fu Zhengnan was also at the age when he had to wear reading glasses to read, and it was a bit difficult to see. He looked majestic and focused. Su Xiang knew that he just didn't want to see her.

Su Xiang smiled again and placed the gifts given to Fu Zhengnan on the coffee table.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya played with Fu Ying for a while, then walked towards the yard of the villa with her child in her arms.

There is a slightly smaller building on the left side of the villa. After Mr. Fu got sick, he built another building to live alone.

The old man is ill in bed all year round, and occasionally he comes out on the balcony to bask in the sun when the weather is good. He rarely meets people.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya took her grandson to meet Grandpa Zeng. Su Xiang followed behind and stopped when she arrived at the door of the room.

She would not be able to enter without the old man's permission.

Su Xiang handed the longevity card he had been asking for in the temple to Mrs. Zhuo Ya and asked her to give it to the old man.

The Changsheng card is made of ginkgo wood. The ginkgo tree at the entrance of Yunlai Temple, which has been more than 400 years old, was struck by lightning this summer. Someone used it to make the Changsheng card and asked the monks to consecrate and recite scriptures. It is hard to find a card.

Although it has a reputation of four hundred years, it is made of wood after all, and it is incomparable to precious woods such as rosewood and cannot compare with jade. However, for an old man who is old and lying to die, words such as immortality, consecration, Buddhist scriptures, and effectiveness are more in line with their hearts than those precious gifts.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at her, hugged Fu Ying and pushed the door in, and Su Xiang stood at the door waiting.

After a while, the door opened and Mrs. Zhuo Ya said to her: "Get in, the old man said he hasn't seen you for a long time."

Su Xiang raised her head with her lowered down and was slightly stunned.

"Why are you still standing there? Fear?" Mrs. Zhuo Ya frowned and looked at her.

Mr. Fu has a long history of medical treatment and had a liver tumor removal surgery more than a year ago. He was so weak that he had lost his body. Usually, the person who saw him for the first time would be scared.

This is not the first time Su Xiang has seen him, so he is not afraid, but just a little shocked.

The old man rarely sees her. The last time he saw her was half a year ago, when Fu Ying celebrated her first birthday.

Su Xiang quickly shook her head and followed Mrs. Zhuo Ya in.

The old man's room was extremely spacious, with two beds side by side, one large and the other smaller. The big one was naturally the one that the old man lay on. The smaller one was sleeping for the professional medical staff who monitored him for twenty-four hours, with a flower wall separated from the middle.

The old man rarely goes out to get some breath, but he must maintain his mood. He has such a plaid wall in the room to purify the air and act as a partition.

At this time, the medical staff was naturally empty, and the medical staff stood by the head of the old man's bed and injected him with nutritional needles.

Fu Ying was held in Fu Zhengnan's hand. The little guy was not afraid of the old man, but he watched the medical staff get the injection in fear.

"Acupuncture, pain-"

The little guy has been vaccinated and understands the pain. He covers his arms with his little hands and exclaims pain: "Touch..."

Mr. Fu couldn't bear to part with his great-grandson, so he only looked at it once during holidays, and his purple lips smiled: "Grandmaster's good grandson, I don't care."

The last second I was still full of kindness, but when I looked at Su Xiang, I returned to my seriousness.

"Hanchuan didn't come back with you?"
Chapter completed!