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Chapter 178
[Extra: Grandpa Si Visits 2]

"Oh and—" hugged Jun Xiaoche who was not in the situation, "You're right, I like to fool around with this annoying little fairy of my family all day long!"

"You...you rebellious grandson!" Si Cheng stared angrily, grabbed a plate from the table and threw it at Sim Ming's face.

However, it was because he was old and his head was not very accurate. The throw flew off in the wrong direction and hit Jun Xiaoche's forehead straight...

Jun Che stared at the porcelain plate flying with wide eyes, but it was too late to dodge.

"--boom!"

There was a sound of a porcelain plate shattering to the ground.

The expected pain did not hit, but the body was protected tightly.

"Mingming, are you injured?"

Jun Che hurriedly pulled Siming to check.

Pulling away his shoulders protecting his forehead, he saw a large patch of black and blue on his fair skin, which was obviously swollen.

After Si Cheng smashed it, he realized that he had done too much, but he didn't want to apologize because of face.

Standing up on crutches, the old man's face was full of majesty, "I've already found it for you, the daughter-in-law of our Si family, the daughter of the Yanguo Gu family, the future actress of Ye Li, tomorrow you will meet with me." I'm going to meet you."

Glancing at Jun Che who was supporting Siming with disgust, he made the greatest compromise: "This kid, if you really like to stay by your side, then keep it, and tell the outside world that he is your assistant!"

Seeing that Jun Che was fine, Si Ming sat back and leaned lazily on the dining chair, "Is it because your legs and feet are inconvenient, or is there something wrong with your brain?"

"It's been more than 20 years and I haven't thought of taking care of me. Now that it suddenly popped up, why don't you come and find me?"

He lowered his head and straightened the shirt that was ripped open by Jun Che, and said casually: "This is to see that I have not been tortured to death after being thrown in that ghost cave, so why are you thinking of a way to torment me?"

The wrinkles on Si Cheng's vicissitudes old face deepened, his eyes were covered with guilt, "Xiao Ming, I was wrong in the past, because your mother... took her anger on you..."

"You go!" Siming pulled Jun Che up together, turned around and left the restaurant, and walked towards the spiral staircase.

Without looking back, he ordered indifferently: "Uncle Ji, see off the guests."

"Yes, Master Ming."

"Xiao Ming!"

"Let's go, old man." Uncle Ji saw off the guest expressionlessly.

Si Cheng looked deeply at Si Ming's back on the stairs as he walked up the stairs. Thinking of what he had done in the past, regret filled his face.

Because his mother colluded with outsiders, his only son, Si He, was brutally murdered by the enemy, and the company went bankrupt and was acquired.

He ran away with the money and left his ten-year-old son behind.

At that time, his only son was killed, and there was a huge change in the company. In a rage, he directly threw the evil seed that reminded him of his poor son when he saw it, and threw him into the ghost cave where people eat people and don't spit out their bones.

Although he regretted it afterwards, once he entered the ghost cave, life and death disappeared, and he didn't have the ability to find him again even if he wanted to!

In that kind of cannibalistic environment, it is a miracle that a child at such a young age can survive and grow up to such a large size. Unexpectedly, he was able to destroy the ghost king of the ghost cave and take all the people in the ghost cave into his pocket , formed Anbu to earn money for him, and developed to such an extent!
Even the Si clan was recaptured by him.

All the business that the Si Group could not do on the surface was left to Anbu.

He never expected that all the people who came out of this ghost cave were good at making money!
The banknotes were moved into the dark department in boxes and boxes, and he wondered if their warehouse could still hold them?
Ahem, but this is not what he should be concerned about. What he is most concerned about now is, before he passes away, can he still get a word of forgiveness from his grandson?

His attending doctor said that he had at most three months left...

Si Cheng lowered his head and sighed: Forget it, I wished too much...

You shouldn't have been blinded by hatred and grief back then, and done such unforgivable things!
Once again, he looked at Siming with the last piece of clothes disappearing at the corner of the stairs, finally turned around, and walked away slowly.

Amidst the old man's coughing, Siming turned his head and saw that the old man was leaning on a cane with his skinny hands, bowing his proud back that had been erected all his life, step by step, staggering step by step under the rays of sunlight projected into the gate, Lopsided……

Jun Che looked back and asked, "Are you going to give it off?"

Siming turned around and continued to go upstairs, his voice was indifferent as if it was just an irrelevant stranger who left: "No need."

Jun Che followed behind and shouted: "Then you, what about the big table of dishes you cooked, won't you eat with me?"

Siming paused slightly, without turning his head, "It's all down, I'll ask Uncle Ji to instruct the chef to redo a table."

"Don't!" Jun Che said in a distressed tone, "You spent a whole day making this for me, Mingming, how could you lose it?"

"Mingming, go upstairs and have a good rest. I'll go down and kill them all while it's hot, and then I'll accompany you!" Then he turned and went downstairs.

"Hey——" Siming turned around and wanted to stop him, but this little thing was like a little squirrel, and disappeared after a few bounces.

Sighing helplessly, he went upstairs by himself.

……

When Sim Ming returned to the room, Jun Che was not by his side, his face immediately became gloomy, his eyes were soaked with blood, and he was full of depression that could not be resolved.

Originally because of Si Cheng's sudden visit, he tried his best to suppress what he didn't want to recall, but the past scenes, like a flood that broke a dam, all rushed up in one go.

His mother's ruthless abandonment, his father's terrible death in front of his eyes, and no matter how hard he begged, he was still thrown into the ghost cave by Si Cheng indifferently. Since then, he has slept on the corpse and drank blood day and night, living a life that is neither human nor ghost... …

Lying on the bed covered with a quilt, I want to sleep and forget all this again.

Reseal them all into the darkest corners of memory...

After sleeping for a while, there was always an empty space next to him. He was used to the company of little things day and night, and he began to feel uncomfortable.

Sitting up irritably.

Why isn't this little thing coming up?

Lie down again.

Tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep.

Sitting up again, he glanced at the dots of stars hanging outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

How did it take so long to eat a meal?

I don't know if there is someone waiting upstairs who needs him to coax?
What the hell are you doing downstairs?

He grabbed the phone from the bedside table and called the housekeeper: "Uncle Ji, show me what Madam is doing? Why don't you go upstairs?"

After a while, Uncle Ji called back: "Master Ming, madam..." He paused in the middle of the conversation, his voice sounded very worried, "Come and persuade me!"

"What's wrong ma'am?"

When Siming heard that something was wrong, he immediately got out of bed and went downstairs.

However, when he didn't have time to put on his coat, he came down in a hurry to find someone, but in the restaurant, he saw a certain little thing turned his head, puffed out his cheeks like a little hamster, and was holding a roasted meat in his hand. The chicken leg waved at him, and greeted him in surprise:

"Mingming, you are hungry after sleeping, are you finally willing to accompany me to destroy this feast?"

Uncle Ji came over and pointed at the empty plates piled up on one side, his eyes full of worry, "Master Ming, please persuade Madam, you can't eat like this anymore, your body will be ruined!"

Siming finally let go of his original worry, strode over and picked him up from the seat.

Jun Che waved the chicken legs in his hand in protest: "Hey, I haven't finished eating yet! Where are you going to carry me?!"

Siming smiled charmingly: "You should be full after eating all night, right? Next, it's your husband's turn to eat..."

"..."

……

(End of this chapter)