"Have honey checked it?" Xiaohong asked.

"I have checked it in the laboratory and there is no problem. It is pure natural wild honey, but show it to the old man. As for whether he can eat it or not, let's talk about it." Another subordinate replied.

Xiaohong nodded.

So in the evening, when Ji Peihong came back, he saw the honey on the table.

"Why is there honey here?" he asked, his tone slightly unkind.

Of course he remembers that he had changed into diabetes, but he has been in good control over the years, and he has been completely accustomed to low sugar, low oil and more vegetarian diet, so he has not even taken medicine. On the surface, it looks like normal people. the difference.

However, he still remembered that he could not eat sweets.

If he was surrounded by old people before, they should have known that he couldn't eat sugar, so things like honey would never show up in his sight.

However, these people are all Ji Zhuoran's subordinates. They naturally don't know Ji Peihong's illness. Therefore, this jar of top-quality wild honey is placed in front of Ji Peihong grandiosely.

Xiaohong explained, "This honey was sent by President Qu. We have sent it to the laboratory for inspection. There is no problem, so I dare to bring it to you."

They don't know that sugar itself is the problem.

Hearing this, Ji Peihong frowned. He wanted to ask someone to throw the bottle of honey directly out, but suddenly he thought that he was alive now to wait for death. He can't do anything now, and he can't even get out of this nursing home. Go, if I can't even eat a bit of sweetness, then I really won't have any energy to live.

Besides, just eat a little bit, it shouldn't be a big problem.

So he snorted, "Just put it here."

After that, he entered the inner room and went to rest alone.

At the same time, Qu Shouquan was sitting on the ground, drinking Coke and eating cake with another old man.

"It's delicious, delicious." The old man exclaimed as he ate.

His name is Miao Zhongjie, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease. He is now like a seven or eight year old child.

Qu Shouquan saw that the old man was so happy to eat, he smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"It's delicious, as long as you like it."

Not long after, the food in front of them was almost all eaten, only Qu Shouquan still had a piece of cake left in his hand.

He was not in a hurry to eat, holding it in his hand and dangling, but he looked out the window thoughtfully.

The old man noticed Qu Shouquan’s situation and said:

"If you don't eat it, eat it for me."

Qu Shouquan looked back at him, squinted and smiled, "Do you want to eat? You have to promise me one thing if you want to eat."

"what's up?"

"Do you know that I offended the Great Demon King?" Qu Shouquan asked back.

"knowledge."

The Great Demon King refers to Ji Peihong. Although Ji Peihong has stopped a lot during this period, he hasn't been tortured, but he is still strong, and he looks very uncomfortable. He is also a domineering nursing home, so Miao Zhongjie Just gave him a nickname in private, Great Devil.

"So I want to please the big devil. I don't want him to treat me like this anymore. I just thought, this time the Mid-Year Festival is coming soon. As for you, just help me pretend to be a ghost and pretend to be his son, talk to him, let him Be in a better mood so that I can suffer less in the future."

Qu Shouquan said, his tone was so pitiful.

Miao Zhongjie even subconsciously felt that something was wrong with Alzheimer's, "Then why should I pretend to be his son?"

"Don't you know, the son of the Great Devil is dead, so he is so bad-tempered. As long as you pretend to be a filial son, the Great Devil may be happy. When he is happy, I will give you all the cakes. "

Qu Shouquan said, and handed the cake to the old man.

The old man tilted his head for a moment, then said, "A piece of cake is not enough."

"Don't worry, there will be more in the future, I ask people to bring more." Qu Shouquan smiled with squinted eyes.

He handed the cake to the old man's mouth. After all, Miao Zhongjie was demented and couldn't resist the delicacy of sweets, so he lowered his head and took a bite.

This is promised.

A trace of yin prey flashed in Qu Shouquan's smiling eyes.

On Zhongyuan Festival, someone pretended to be a dutiful son. He was not to make Ji Peihong follow his heart, but only to annoy him.

Because, only when people are upset, will their willpower decrease, and it is difficult to resist confusion...