Every time the young couple comes to Sioux City, they stay with grandma for two days, and this time is no exception. After worshiping their mother in the morning, the couple went to the nursing home, played mahjong with grandma in the morning, and took her around in the afternoon.
I walked around and came back after having dinner in the evening.
Grandma got tired on the way back. After she came back, she was taken care of by Aunt Li and fell asleep. The couple also went upstairs and went to the room to wash up. After An Zhisu took care of her skin, she nestled in Ye Lancheng's arms to do the strategy. They were going to get up early tomorrow for a meeting.
, taking grandma to visit the ancient towns around Sioux City, An Zhisu is checking which ancient town is the most interesting on the travel app.
Ye Lancheng was still holding a book, which he had left here before finishing it last time. It was a book about mechanical manufacturing. It was boring and boring. An Zhisu had read it a few times before and fell asleep within five minutes.
I don’t know how Ye Lancheng could continue to read it.
The room was very quiet. The couple did their own thing together and occasionally exchanged a word or two. An Zhisu loved this peaceful state. Her favorite thing was to sit in Ye Lancheng's arms and play with her mobile phone. She felt
I will never get tired of my nest all my life, and places other than Ye Lancheng's arms are far away.
Sizzling...sizzling...
During the silence, Ye Lancheng's cell phone vibrated. Ye Lancheng had a free hand to pick up the cell phone from the bedside table and glanced at the caller ID. It was an unexpected person calling.
Song Jiaren!
Ye Lancheng's eyes darkened slightly. If Song Jiaren didn't call An Zhisu's cell phone directly, there must be something that An Zhisu couldn't know directly.
Thinking of this, he turned off his cell phone and gently patted his young wife on the shoulder: "I'm going to call you back."
An Zhisu took advantage of the situation and rolled into the bed: "Who hit me?"
"Over there at the old house." Ye Lancheng said casually, got out of bed and walked out of the room.
An Zhisu didn't care. There had been no news from the old house for a long time. Ever since she and Ye Lancheng held their engagement party, Mrs. Ye seemed to have accepted her fate and never caused trouble to her again.
Ye Lancheng walked out of the room and closed the door before calling Song Jiaren back.
"What's the matter?" Song Jiaren answered instantly, and Ye Lancheng asked calmly.
"Master Ye, Uncle An..." Song Jiaren's voice was filled with a bit of suppressed sadness.
"What?" Ye Lancheng frowned slightly, feeling that this was not good news.
"He just had a heart attack... and left." Song Jiaren's voice trembled when she said the word left.
Ye Lancheng's frown deepened, and his indifferent voice became colder: "I understand, don't talk to Zhisu first, I will find a way to take her back."
"I don't dare to tell her directly, please come back first, I'll wait for you at the hospital." Song Jiaren didn't dare to call An Zhisu directly.
Ye Lancheng hummed, hung up the phone, and fell silent for a long time.
He didn't go back to the room for a while, and An Zhisu came out to look for him uneasy. Seeing him leaning on the railing and meditating, he walked over lightly and asked, "Ah Cheng, what happened at the old house?"
Ye Lancheng raised his eyes and looked at her, apologetically: "I think we have to rush back overnight. Grandma just fainted and was sent to the hospital."
Ye Lancheng felt no pressure to use Mrs. Ye as an excuse.
An Zhisu asked: "Why did you faint so well? What did the doctor say?"
"I don't know yet." Ye Lancheng hugged her back to the room.
Even if An Zhisu didn't like Mrs. Ye anymore, he had to go back at this time, so he immediately went to change clothes. He didn't need to pack anything, just picked up his handbag and left.
The couple went downstairs and knocked on Aunt Li's door. They told her about the situation and asked her to explain it to her grandma tomorrow. They would go back first and come back to spend time with grandma next week when they have time.
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When the aunt heard that Ye Lancheng's grandma was sick, she expressed her concern and sent them out. After their car drove away, she turned back to the yard and locked the door.
It usually takes an hour and a half to drive back from Suzhou to City S. Ye Lancheng just relied on his skilled driving skills to shorten the drive to one hour. In an hour and a half, the couple had already arrived at the hospital.
"Beauty, Jingze, are you there too?" As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Song Jia and Xia Jingze, and An Zhisu was doubly surprised.
"Zhisu..." Song Jiaren's eyes were red and she took two steps forward to hold her hand. Her eyes were full of worry.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell and came to the hospital for a checkup?" An Zhisu felt that her hands were a little cold, and she couldn't help but worry about her best friend's health.
Song Jiaren bit her lip and shook her head. She had been organizing her speech for nearly two hours, but she still didn't know how to tell An Zhisu the bad news.
Xia Jingze beside him also had a troubled expression.
An Zhisu felt that these two people were even more strange. She glanced back and forth at the two of them, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and said in surprise: "You two couldn't have... killed someone."
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Song Jiaren:......
Xia Jingze:......
Human life? What human life?
The two of them were stunned for a moment before they realized what An Zhisu meant by "human life". Song Jiaren almost hit her: "Of course not. What are you thinking? I have nothing to do with him. Don't make random guesses.
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Xia Jingze nodded cooperatively at this time, expressing that he and Song Jiaren were innocent.
"Then why did you all come to the hospital together so late at night, and you looked like you had some big secret that you were hiding from me and you were embarrassed to tell me." An Zhisu obviously didn't believe their denial.
"I..." Song Jiaren's emotions were bombarded by An Zhisu's strange imagination and became incoherent. She opened her mouth and didn't know what she was going to say.
"Brother Lancheng, it's up to you to say it." Xia Jingze didn't know what to say, so he simply threw the problem to Ye Lancheng.
An Zhisu groaned and turned to look at Ye Lancheng: "Do you also know what happened to them?"
Ye Lancheng's indifferent eyes also flashed with unbearability. He turned her body around and asked her to face him head-on: "I lied to you."
"Huh?" An Zhisu blinked: "What did you lie to me about?"
"Grandma is not sick." Ye Lancheng said.
An Zhisu said: "That's it, who is sick?"
"No one is sick." Ye Lancheng bent down slightly, looked straight into her eyes, tapped her shoulders with both hands, and said softly: "Your father had a heart attack and has passed away."
An Zhisu's smart eyes suddenly stopped moving. The colorful world suddenly turned black and white at this second. A layer of water mist blurred her eyes. There seemed to be countless faces of Ye Lancheng appearing in front of her eyes, and they looked at each other one after another.
Unclear.
"Today is April Fool's Day, are you lying to me again, right? You are so bad. Ah Cheng, why are you following the bad example of Jiaren and the others? This prank is not fun at all and I don't like it." An Zhisu didn't even know that he was
How did she find her voice? She tried to calm herself down, but her voice was shaking badly.
Ye Lancheng shook his head slightly and silently answered her that this was not a prank.
"Lie, lie to me again. Tell me quickly that this is a lie, otherwise I will be angry. I will be angry and ignore you. Please tell me quickly, Ah Cheng, we just met Dad in the morning. He
It's okay, right? Don't lie to me, I really don't like this..." An Zhisu's voice was gradually drowned by crying.
Ye Lancheng hugged her and buried her face in his arms. Her crying became dull and suppressed.
Song Jiaren felt extremely uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to cry. She had to be strong for An Zhisu.
Xia Jingze also half hugged her shoulders, silently giving her strength.