Shi Qinglan could tell that something had happened.
She frowned lightly and looked at the man with some worry, "You go ahead and ask Wen Le to drive you there. Leave me on the roadside to sober up. I can take a taxi back by myself."
"It's okay. I'll take you back to Qinglan Water Pavilion first." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly and comforted the girl in a deep voice.
No matter what, he couldn't leave Shi Qinglan on the side of the road.
Wen Le consciously stepped on the accelerator to speed up the car. Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and kept calling his old house on his mobile phone...
The old house of Bo's chaebol.
Bo Chengru took a car and drove back to his old house in a hurry. The smile on his face was not as serious as usual, and he had no idea that Bo's family was almost bald because of him.
The servants were relieved to see him finally coming home, so they immediately called Bo Yucheng.
After Bo Yucheng sent Shi Qinglan back to Qinglan Water Pavilion, he immediately asked Wen Le to gallop towards the old house. He walked into the villa with his long legs, and there was a slight chill all over his body.
"Hey, you're back?" Bo Chengru raised his eyelids.
He was currently looking through the jewelry boxes at home, which were all left by his wife and Bo Yucheng's mother. He was picking and choosing a few items to pass on to his grandson-in-law.
Bo Yucheng frowned slightly, "Grandpa, why didn't you say hello when you returned home? Do you know how much Butler Qin and I have..."
"You can pull him down." Bo Chengru interrupted him ruthlessly.
The old man straightened his back and put the jewelry box back into its place. His weathered cheeks showed a bit of depth. He held a gloomy wooden cane with one hand and turned around with the other hand behind his back.
With a sour tone, he said, "If you, a turtle grandson, cared about me, you wouldn't have left me, an old man, abroad!"
Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He has been raised by Bo Chengru since he was a child, and he has a very deep relationship with his grandfather. He was sent abroad for recuperation because of the advanced medical science there, and he would go abroad to visit him whenever he had time, and he had never left him in a foreign hospital. No matter what it means.
"Why did you come back to China?" He asked with his thin lips pursed.
Bo Chengru glanced sideways at him and sneered, pretending not to care, "Your grandfather and I are not going to die soon. I just want to run back to the country and take a second look at you, my grandson. Why don't you do that?"
"Grandpa." Bo Yucheng's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
His eyes darkened slightly, "You are blessed to have a strong body. Don't say such words again in the future."
Bo Chengru really believed in the nonsense about a strong body.
He turned his head back and turned his back to the man. There was a bit of vicissitudes and coolness in his deep eyes. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he responded casually, "Ang."
He himself knows what is going on with his own body.
Even if the doctor didn't tell him, he could still feel that his body was not as good as before. It seemed that all the organs in his body were starting to become disobedient. Sometimes it was difficult to walk even two steps and do small things.
Going back to the country alone took up most of the rest of his life.
"Grandpa, let me help you sit down." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly. He took the old man's arm and helped him to the chair.
Bo Chengru leaned on his cane and sat down slowly.
The seemingly simple daily movements were very difficult for him to perform, and the hand holding the cane was trembling slightly.
Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and could see that the backs of the old man's hands were covered with wrinkles. The once broad and warm palms now showed signs of age, and the skin was slightly wrinkled.
"What did the doctor say?" the man asked in a deep voice.
Bo Chengru waved his hand nonchalantly, "No, you asked me to prepare for the funeral. I thought that I have been working 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. Come back."
Bo Yucheng suppressed the light in his eyes with slightly drooped eyes, and said in a slightly low voice, "Grandpa, you just promised me..."
"Okay, I just lied to you." Bo Chengru interrupted him directly, "Your grandfather and I are quite lucky. I met a miracle doctor who said he can cure my disease. You, a turtle grandson, don't even think of getting rid of me so early. , I have to watch you get married before I can die."
He blew his beard and glanced sideways at the man.
Not wanting his grandson to worry about him, he simply moved out the doctor girl he met at the airport, and even boasted that she was a miracle doctor, making up a lie to reassure his grandson.
"Really?" Bo Yucheng looked at the old man with deep eyes.
Bo Chengru directly raised his crutch, "I said you are a turtle grandson, but you really are! You are not happy when I say I am not going to die soon, and you still don't believe me when I meet a miracle doctor. What else do you want..."
"I don't believe you." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly, "In the next two days, I will accompany you to see the miracle doctor. I happen to know a miracle doctor who may be able to cure your disease."
Bo Chengru responded perfunctorily, not paying attention to the miracle doctor in his grandson's mouth. However, when he heard that he wanted to take the initiative to see the girl he met, his eyes dropped slightly and he suddenly became interested.
"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself." The old man knocked on the table and motioned for Bo Yucheng to sit next to him.
This is a tea table specially used for entertaining guests. Two fragrant rosewood chairs are separated on both sides of the tea table, with small-leaf rosewood tea trays placed on them. Upon seeing this, the servants immediately came to make tea for the two of them.
Bo Yucheng strode steadily to another rosewood chair and sat down. Even in front of his family, he remained upright, and the noble and elegant temperament revealed around him was not diminished at all.
"Master Bo, Mr. Bo, please have some tea."
After the servant respectfully poured tea for the two of them, he consciously stepped aside, leaving a separate space for the grandfather and grandson to talk.
Bo Yucheng picked up the tea cup nonchalantly, somewhat puzzled by what his grandfather meant, "What can I talk about?"
"What do you have to talk about... A boring grandson like you has nothing to talk about. Talk about my grandson's wife!" Bo Chengru glared at him angrily, not giving him a good look.
For him, his grandson-in-law is the most important thing when he returns to China this time.
Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyebrows raised slightly. He seemed to be thinking about something. He gently rubbed the tea cup with his fingertips and continued to ask, "What is there to talk about, grandson-in-law?"
"You bastard..." Bo Chengru was so angry that his liver ached, and he thought he was deliberately changing the subject.
Although Bo Yucheng is not too old, twenty-four is the golden age of a man, and he is not in a hurry about marriage, but Bo Chengru has been pushing him for many years because of his body.
But Bo Yucheng kept denying that he had no plans in this regard and was not interested in the famous daughters he introduced.
Later, she probably saw that he was getting tired of being pushed so hard, so she simply said that she already had a girl that she liked, but she just hadn't caught her yet, and asked him not to continue trying to seduce him.
Bo Chengru didn't believe a word of this!
(End of chapter)