Chapter 51 My poor grandson

  The content is a string of voices.

  The pond paused before turning down the volume.

  The next second, the cry of the old man came out through the loudspeaker.

  The sadness of crying, song and tear, but also a little bit of despair and heartbreak, crying to the depths of love, did not forget to sniff, as if there is nothing in this world worthy of nostalgia.

  Pool not:?

  Chi did not slowly type a question mark in the dialog box.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Xingyun’s voice was sent over again. Although the crying voice was cut off, the faint cry in the old voice could not be hidden: "Weiwei, my poor grandson, young but young What should we do if we end up in such a field!"

  Now, Chi Wei finally heard some important news: something happened to Fu Shiyan, which seemed to be a major event.

  Thinking about this, Chi Wei pursed his lips slightly, pondering for a moment: "Are you sorry?"

  Fu Xingyun who is pinching his thighs hard, trying to make himself cry more sincerely:! ! !

  "Bah, baah!" Fu Xingyun was stunned for half a minute before he came back to his senses.

  Is this he acted?

Regardless of!

"Weiwei, you don't know, Xiao Yan is too miserable. He lives alone in Rongcheng and he is not familiar with the place..." Fu Xingyun naturally came prepared and picked it up. The manuscript prepared in advance on the side of the coffee table was read with eloquence.

  Chi Wei had already walked to the room, listening to this, he closed the door directly, and it was rare to hear Fu Xingyun cry patiently.

  After all, people always need a person to talk to when they are in great compassion.

  "You continue." In order to prevent Fu Xingyun from feeling cold, Chi Wei opened the chair and sat down, and then faintly said again, indicating that she was listening.

  Fu Xingyun naturally obediently continued: "Weiwei, as you know, this kid Xiaoyan...he is very good at cooking."

  Fu Xingyun paused for a while when he was talking about it. Obviously, he couldn't think of the advantages of his grandson, let alone the advantages of being able to attract Chi Wei.

   But his grandson, he has to boast even when he is kneeling, so he can only start with his cooking skills.

  Sure enough, Chi Wei did not refute, but instead nodded in agreement: “Xiao Yan’s cooking skills are indeed very good.”

  Hearing these words, Fu Xingyun's originally a little uneasy heart instantly calmed down a lot, and he nodded in succession: "So Weiwei, can you just try to look at the face he still uses and go see him?"

  Between the words, there was a trace of inquiry: "Weiwei~"

  Chi Wei:……

  Chi did not pause for a while, listening to Fu Xingyun’s deep and sad tone, still unable to guess what happened to Fu Shiyan: "Xiaoyan he..."

"Xiao Yan has a cold, and he has only one last breath left. Just wait for you to see him, shall we go see him?" Fu Xingyun took the next sentence quickly, his tone becoming more solemn, without any guilty conscience. feel.

  ......?

  Cold cold, only the last breath?

  Rao was Chi Wei, and his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of confusion. Then, his complexion became a lot more dignified. After a moment of serious thinking, he said with some uncertainty: "A common cold is not so serious."

   "Is it possible that Xiaoyan has the flu?"

  Fu Xingyun who is still ready to continue selling miserably: "..."

  Grandpa really just wanted to make people worse and lie to you! !

  But everything has been said, there is no reason to change it.

  (End of this chapter)