President Gao Leng's little wife

"Young Mistress, put some on your eyes."

Mama Zhang appeared at the door with hot water, interrupting Xia Yuluo's thoughts.

With her reminder, Xia Yuluo felt her eyes sore and sore.

Some couldn't open it.

Mama Zhang handed over the towel, and the warm moisture steamed her eyes, taking away a little discomfort.

His vision finally became clearer.

"Young Mistress, Master, he just likes you so much."

Mama Zhang took the towel and soaked it in hot water, then handed it to her.

Xia Yuluo covered her eyes and said nothing.

Seeing that Xia Yuluo didn't seem to reject her, Mama Zhang bravely continued:

"The young master is very calm in the mall, but he has never been calm when it comes to the matter of the young mistress."

"The brain can listen to advice, but the heart can't."

"All his abnormalities are because he loves young mistress."

These words hit Xia Yuluo's heart like a nail.

Her hands trembled, and the hot towel almost slipped from her hand.

She closed her eyes:

"Thank you, Mama Zhang."

Seeing that she was fine, Zhang Ma carefully brought the breakfast over.

As always, he urged Xia Yuluo to eat more.

Xia Yuluo couldn't bear to ignore her, so she forced herself to eat a few more mouthfuls.

I don't know why I suddenly remembered the person on the Internet.

With this in mind, Xia Yuluo turned on her phone, and was surprised to find that he was online.

She sent him an emoji.

I thought that during this period of time, he must be busy and would not reply to me.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to turn off the phone, the man replied with a message in seconds.

Xia Yuluo was extremely pleasantly surprised.

Just as I was about to have a good chat with him about the script, I heard a familiar voice downstairs:
"Where's Yuluo? Where's my little grandson?"

Is it Mr. John?
Xia Yuluo began to think that she had heard wrong.

But when she was about to continue chatting with that person, the old man's voice came over clearly again.

"Rainfall—"

Xia Yuluo dropped her phone on the bed.

She was sure she heard right this time.

Get out of bed and rush down.

In the very center of the living room, the hale and hearty old man sat upright.

Is it not Mr. John or who?

"grandfather?--"

The joy of seeing her loved ones made Xia Yuluo very happy.

She yelled and was about to come down the stairs.

The old man looked up at her and hesitated for a moment:
"Rain falls?"

You can't blame the old man's hesitation.

But now Xia Yuluo's face was pale, as thin as paper.

There is still no trace of the elegant, quiet, dignified and elegant appearance before.

Xia Yuluo walked up to him.

The grievances of the past few days almost made her eyes turn red.

But she gritted her teeth and swallowed back all the tears:
"Grandpa, why are you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the old man on the opposite side frowned:

"Tell me about you first, why are you so haggard?!"

"Where's Han Tianyi? How did I make an appointment with him?!"

"Now my great-grandson is not brought to me, and my granddaughter is taken care of like this?!"

When the old man saw Xia Yuluo's weak appearance, he was already furious, but now it added fuel to the fire.

The big hand slapped the coffee table hard.

"Bang" sound.

Zhang Ma who came in to deliver water was startled.

The old man had a sullen face, obviously he came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

Xia Yuluo pulled out a smile and took his hand:
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was too busy a few days ago, so I forgot about it."

She is having a headache now, and somehow she doesn't want the old man to know that she and Han Tianyi are having trouble like this.

But how could she and Han Tianyi be able to hide it from the old man?