"Grandma..." Xiaohong wanted to follow Ji Peihong's leaving figure. He didn't take two steps, but stepped on the honey and almost slipped.

The other younger brothers on the side persuaded, "Brother Hong, forget it, let the old lady be quiet for a while, you don't know his temper, now he is angry, who is following him is unlucky."

"But……"

"No problem. Does anyone in this nursing home dare to provoke the old man? And there are also the staff in the hospital, who will look at him. Let's clean up the honey before going to invite the old man. The ceiling is covered with honey. We have to waste it. It takes a lot of time to clean up. If the room is still messy when the old lady comes back, maybe he will get angry again, so let's clean up first."

Xiaohong listened, but he couldn't even lift his footsteps.

According to my conscience, if it were not for the money and Ji Shao’s expectations, few people would be willing to take care of Ji Peihong, a bad-tempered old man, and the people under his staff have naturally slackened a lot during this period. Xiaohong saw it, but it didn’t matter. Prevent.

After all, come to take care of this old man. In their eyes, this is a job waiting to die. People who really want to follow Ji Shao and his wife, who will look at this old man...

Even Xiaohong himself took the initiative to hire this post because his family was unwilling to take risks.

They didn't expect that with such a negligence, the old lady Ji Pei would have an accident.

At this moment, Ji Peihong is walking alone in the nursing home.

At this moment, an old man was hiding in the corner, licking the cake at the corner of his lips, and was watching him quietly.

This old man was Miao Zhongjie who Qu Shouquan had arranged for Ji Peihong to play a filial son.

He had Alzheimer’s and could not remember things, but Qu Shouquan gave him cakes every day during this period and told him about this every day. He also said that if he doesn’t play a dutiful son, he won’t give him cakes in the future. NS.

He naturally had no choice, so now he can only listen to Qu Shouquan's words to play Ji Peihong as his filial son.

Miao Zhongjie felt the sweetness of the cake between his lips and teeth, and then sighed.

"Forget it, just play it."

Say a few words, you won't die.

So he followed Ji Peihong. When he was tired from walking and sat on a seat by the roadside, he opened the plastic bag he carried with him. It contained the white gauze that Qu Shouquan gave him and put it on the white gauze. He jumped out directly, and then yelled to Ji Peihong, "Dad!"

Ji Peihong was taken aback, then he looked at the strange old man who suddenly popped out in front of him, his eyes flashed with anger, and he roared:

"roll!"

Miao Zhongjie was stunned. He didn't expect "Dad" to have such a bad temper. He immediately sat on the ground with fear, hugged his thigh, and said:

"Dad, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Don't be angry. I am your filial son. I don't want to make you angry. You have to give me cake..."

Seeing the old man with dementia in front of him, calling him father again, Ji Peihong felt even more angry.

When did his son look so stupid!

Even if he is dead, he should not be subjected to such insults!

He was so angry that he kicked the old man pretending to be a ghost, but thinking of what he had just said, he immediately reacted, stopped in mid-air, and asked:

"You said cake? Who gave you cake before?"

Asking this, Ji Peihong already had the answer in his heart.

In this nursing home, besides Qu Shouquan, who else would do such a mean and sinister little action?

Miao Zhongjie smirked when he heard this, and said, "Brother Quan taught me."

It really is him!

Ji Peihong was so angry that he kicked Miao Zhongjie away, and then strode towards the house where Qu Shouquan lived.