Tonight, could Nie Canghao come back before nine o'clock? An Ran was playing the pipa in the piano room.
She used to like playing the guzheng the most, but now she only plays the pipa. And she only plays "Pipa Language", and she can actually understand the sadness and despair expressed in this song.
When she got into it, she couldn't help but burst into tears. It wasn't until she finished playing that she realized Nie Canghao had come in.
Nie Canghao walked up to her with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He first took the pipa from her arms, and then handed the bouquet of flowers to her hand.
An Ran silently let him take the Pipa, and then silently accepted the flowers he sent.
She knew that he was ready to reconcile, and she was looking forward to this day. She really didn't want to be locked up any longer.
"Do you like it?" Nie Canghao rarely drank, his expression was relatively calm, and his tone did not have the uncertainty that frightened her.
An Ran took a look at the bouquet. It was indeed beautiful. There were at least a dozen kinds of flowers and plants, and the colors were well matched and pleasing to the eye. The fresh floral fragrance reminded her of the nature she had not seen for a long time, and she wanted to go out even more.
"Very-beautiful." She uttered a few words softly, barely daring to look at him.
Seeing that she accepted his flowers, Nie Canghao pursed his lips slightly and asked, "Did you have dinner?"
"Eat." An Ran answered all questions.
Nie Canghao took her left hand and checked the wound on her wrist. "The stitches haven't been removed yet, so try not to play for too long."
"Yeah," An Ran responded vaguely.
"The piece you played is good, but the melody is too sad. Every time I hear you play it... I always feel that you are complaining that I let you stay alone in the boudoir." The man looked at her, dark eyes surging.
She always lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
"It's getting late, let's go back and rest." Nie Canghao put a big hand on her waist casually, acting in an intimate and natural manner.
An Ran seemed to know what this meant, but she did not dare to refuse.
These days, she has been completely smoothed by him, and she really doesn't want to be locked up at home by him anymore. When she walked out of the piano room, she whispered: "I have been bored at home..."
"When the stitches are removed from your wound, you can go to work at the musical instrument store." Nie Canghao said nonchalantly.
An Ran felt a little hopeful after hearing this. She looked at him carefully and asked in a low voice: "Is it true?"
"It depends on your performance." He said again.
She bit her lip and stopped talking.
The two entered the bedroom, and Nie Canghao accompanied her into the bathroom to help her take a bath on the grounds that her wrist was injured and it was difficult to get wet.
After washing, he didn't give her a chance to refuse and pushed her against the bathroom wall.
The shower in the bathroom was always on, and in the hot mist, the man's rough breathing continued.
An Ran closed her eyes slightly, and there were water drops rolling down from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know if they were tears or the water mist sprayed from the showerhead condensed into droplets...
It was already a week later when news came that Mr. Nie had regained consciousness.
When An Ran was removing the stitches, Nie Canghao did not ask the doctor to come over, he removed them himself.
She covered her eyes with her right hand, bit her lip, and handed her wrist to Nie Canghao resignedly.
Fortunately, it was not very painful when the stitches were removed, and she could barely hold back the pain and did not scream out in pain.
After the stitches were removed, Nie Canghao asked her: "Grandpa is awake. Do you want to accompany me to visit him?"
An Ran's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he could finally go out!
She nodded hastily and agreed.
Nie Canghao's eyes were dark and there was no emotion at all. He pursed his thin lips slightly and said calmly: "Go and change clothes."
When An Ran got up and was about to go back to the bedroom, he stopped her again.
"Put on the bracelet I gave you. The silver bracelet is very wide and can cover the scar on your wrist. Grandpa just woke up, don't scare him anymore." Nie Canghao explained slowly.
An Ran subconsciously looked at the scar on her left wrist where the stitches had just been removed. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Is Aunt Mei there too?"
"Here." The man cherished his words like gold.
"Oh," An Ran nodded, said nothing more, and turned to go to the bedroom.
About ten minutes later, she changed her clothes and came out, and indeed she put on the wide silver bracelet he gave her on her left wrist.
Nie Canghao stood up, walked forward and put his arms around her slender waist.
After not being close for a week, An Ran was not used to his touch and subconsciously dodged. But the next second, her waist was pinched by his big hands and she could no longer break away.
An Ran swallowed her anger without resisting and allowed him to hold her waist and walk out of the villa together.
The driver was replaced by Li Yong again, and he still had an attentive smile on his face when they met: "Madam... Hello, Miss An Ran."
An Ran didn't want to pay attention to him and didn't say anything.
Nie Canghao said calmly: "I'm going to see the old man now. Please pay attention to your address outside so that the elders don't misunderstand me."
"Okay, Mr. Nie, you and your wife are still so loving." Li Yong flattered her.
An Ran was speechless. This person must be lame. When had he seen her and Nie Canghao falling in love?
Nie Canghao raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips: "Well, you have pretty good eyesight."
Li Yong couldn't help but feel more excited after receiving the praise, and drove on the road happily.
Today I went to the hospital to visit Mr. Nie who had just woken up. Nie Canghao did not let Ah Hao drive, but chose him Li Yong. It seems that it is because he is smarter and better spoken than Ah Hao.
The two arrived at the special care ward of the private hospital and saw Liu Meijun already there, as well as Nie Cheng's family, and a strange young man in his twenties or fives.
When Liu Meijun saw her son coming, she hurriedly stepped forward and lowered her voice to blame: "Why did you come here?"
At the same time, she glared hard at An Ran next to her and said reproachfully: "It must be you who are ignorant and pester Cang Hao to do this, which is why he wasted his time."
safely:"……"
She was just there to act as a prop, so she deserved to be scolded.
"That is the illegitimate son your second uncle brought back," Liu Meijun leaned into her son's ear and lowered her voice to remind him: "Whose name is Nie Haiyan? Your second aunt actually recognized him..."
Nie Canghao nodded, but in fact he didn't bother to look at Nie Haiyan. He had already figured out Nie Haiyan well, and he even knew exactly which drinking girl he slept with last night.
When Mr. Nie had just regained his consciousness and was able to recognize people, he discovered that he had an extra grandson. This was an unexpected surprise.
Aunt Mei and Butler Wei were waiting beside him as usual. Aunt Mei helped the old man sit up and carefully put pillows behind his waist to make him sit more firmly.
"...Is this Hai Yan?" Mr. Nie looked at his grandson who was pushed in front of him, turned to Aunt Mei and said, "Bring me my glasses."
Aunt Mei brought reading glasses for him to put on, and he looked at Nie Haiyan again. He saw that the child looked more like Nie Cheng, but his features were also handsome. It was just that his eyes were moving around, giving him a slightly slick look.
Noble demeanor.
"Hello, grandpa!" Nie Haiyan bowed deeply to his grandfather and respectfully acknowledged his ancestor.
"Alas," Mr. Nie sighed regretfully, and said to his second son, "I should have brought him back earlier. The wild seedlings who grew up outside... are not as good as those raised at home!"
Nie Cheng quickly explained: "Hai Yan was not my wife after all. I kept her outside for fear of bad influence... This was originally the plan, but Dad, during the days when you were ill, someone in the family rebelled! Someone mistakenly
Thinking that our Nie family has no heirs, they do whatever they want without restraint, and they are about to poke a hole in the sky..."
"The old man has just woken up. Stop saying anything that will upset him." Aunt Mei stopped him.
Nie Cheng had no choice but to stop the car. After all, the old man had just woken up, and if he got angry again, no one would be able to suppress Nie Canghao.
Mr. Nie had already noticed Nie Canghao, but he stood far away and did not take the initiative to move forward. He did not bother to pay attention to him.
"Dad, your grandson is here to see you!" Liu Meijun desperately pushed her son forward. She explained with a smile on her face: "This child is filial. I am afraid that you will still blame him and that you will be angry after seeing him.
I don’t dare to move forward…”
"Haha," Mr. Nie sneered coldly, and finally said: "Is there anything else he doesn't dare to do!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but hold his palms, and his cloudy old eyes were full of alertness.
He was really afraid of this grandson!
The once all-powerful head of the Nie family finally realized the moment before he fell into coma that he was old and could no longer suppress his grandson!
When he played all his trump cards, those twenty Japanese ninjas were enough to destroy an organization, but they suffered the fate of being wiped out in front of his grandson. His precious grandson hadn't even done it himself, otherwise
He will only lose more ugly.
Liu Meijun saw the disgust for her son flashing through her father-in-law's eyes. She couldn't help but panic, and hurriedly added: "Dad, no matter what, he is your grandson! And he manages the family business so well...
"
"Dad's grandson is not the only one born to you!" Jiang Qin stepped forward and overpowered Liu Meijun. She held Nie Haiyan's arm with her hand and said to Mr. Nie: "Dad, although Haiyan was not born to me,
He is so outstanding that I can’t help but love him as my biological son. What’s more, he is your biological grandson, you will definitely like him!”