Chapter 287

ce chair. He pulled out a drawer, reached into it, and felt for a hidden latch. From inside, he took out a piece of paper.He slowly exhaled smoke, gazing at the ultrasound picture. A tiny black dot in..."Yes" 。Cao Fang glanced at the man's profile. His jaw was covered in a faint bluish stubble that had just begun to grow. Finally, he reminded him: "You've been busy all morning with the ancestral rites and have also been troubled by these matters. Dr. Qin repeatedly urged you to rest early." 。Ho Mingzheng hummed thoughtfully. 。

Cao Fang didn't say anything more, and hurried out. Under the street lamp, Cao Yuan brought someone out from the flower hall, it was the gardener who had been so terrified his face turned pale. He didn't dare to make a sound.

Cao Fang might still show mercy because he's ill with cancer, going easy on him. But Cao Yuan won't. He's carrying him like a chicken, probably to some secluded spot.

Cao Yuan always had a way to pry open someone's mouth, his methods might be a bit brutal, but they worked. 。He acted as if he hadn't seen them, exhaled a cloud of white breath, took out his phone and dialed a number. "Our Mr. Huo has a few things to tell you, Mr. Du..." 。After arriving at Old Master Fu's ward, when Old Master Fu unexpectedly and excitedly asked how Fu Yan came to be there, Fu Yan immediately reacted. 。

原來傅老爺子的確不知道她在醫院，那一套說辭隻是傅寒霖用來對付霍家人。

She turned to look at Fu Hanlin. Fu Hanlin said as usual, "She knows you're sick and came to see you" 。"Hey girl, come sit over here." 。"Mr. Fu called for Fu Yan, his liking for her evident all over his face." 。

Fu Yan's legs ached terribly. The distance was far, and she couldn't see anything amiss. Up close, the old man would definitely notice something strange. Fu Yan didn't want to worry him at this time.

Mr. Fu suddenly said, "You'd better stay right there. I'm sick, and being too close to me might give you my illness." 。"Grandpa Fu, I'm not afraid." 。"Fu Yan thought for a moment, and she worried that the old man had misunderstood. She hurriedly tried to explain. " 。Don't argue with grandpa, I just have a cold. You, as a delicate girl, are easily infected. Hanlin has good health and strong resistance. 。Fu Yan realized he wasn't mistaken. He obediently sat down on the nearby sofa. 。

The two of them chatted back and forth. Mr. Fu's late wife was from Guangzhou, so he had specially learned Cantonese for her. After his wife passed away, he never had the chance to speak Cantonese again.

Fu Hanlin couldn't get a word in edgewise.

He glanced at the joy in his grandfather's eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. 。Talking and talking, Old Master Fu suddenly patted Fu Hanlin's arm, "Jianhui, quickly get an apple for Xiaofen to eat. How can you be so clueless when falling in love You don't even know how to be considerate." 。Fu Hanlin's eyes narrowed slightly. 。He withdrew his emotions without a trace, his facial expression as usual, and patiently said: "I just had a meal with her outside, she can't eat apples now." 。Fu Yan subconsciously realized what it was, like a bolt from the blue, leaving her at a loss. 。

No wonder Fu Jing said before that what her grandfather said was likely to be forgotten in two days, and told her not to take it to heart. It turns out this is what he meant.

Jianhui and Xiaofen are probably Fu Hanlin's parents. 。But she quickly reacted and cooperated with Fu Hanlin, saying: "Yes, I'm not hungry now." 。A glimmer flashed in Fu Hanlin's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. 。He looked up at Fu Yan, discreetly clenching his fingers. 。 so delicate and fair that the fresh blood seeping out seemed to stain Huo Mingzheng's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "First throw away the glass, I'll take you there."However, Fu Yan couldn't bear to...