A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

They landed in Haicheng because Ji Xingyao needed to shoot a magazine here.

Unfortunately, I didn’t make it in time for this announcement.

When Zhou Bu rushed to the hospital, he was in a state of confusion.

Clearly, his grandfather was on the phone with him yesterday, bargaining with him to bring the two children back to see him.

How did Zhou Bu answer at that time?

His mind was blank now and he couldn't remember anything.

In the elevator, watching the number of floors increase little by little, Zhou Bu gasped for breath due to his hurried pace.

Zhou Bu felt his hands trembling slightly.

My heart was pounding loudly, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the beating or something else, but I felt a dull pain.

As if reminding him, faster, faster.

When I arrived at the door of the ward, I saw a rare family, all present.

Even grandma, who had been avoiding Old Man Zhou since her divorce, came.

Zhou Wei's originally anxious pace slowed down instead.

Zhou Bu suddenly felt a little cold.

His hand was on the handle of the ward door, but he was hesitant to press it down.

Until the elders began to urge, "Hurry up and go in! Your grandfather is waiting for you."

Zhou Bu tried his best not to look at the red eyes of his aunts, nor did he want to hear their choking sobs even though they were pretending to be calm.

When I opened the door, the light of the setting sun sprinkled on the hospital bed like gold.

Beside the bed, Zhou Yu, who was holding the old man's hand and looking at him intently, raised his head, and when he saw that it was Zhou Qi, he lowered his head again and slowly put the old man's hand into the quilt.

He whispered, "Your grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time, come here!"

This was probably the first time in the lives of Zhou Hong and Zhou Yu, the father and son, that they were so affectionate.

Zhou Wei's psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment.

He knew what he should do, but for the first time he hesitated.

He shouldn't waste time and should face reality bravely, but his heartbeat has slowed down now, but it hurts even more.

He stood there, watching from afar, as if as long as he hadn't gone over and seen it with his own eyes, then none of this would have happened.

Zhou Yu still had the same expression, waiting quietly, giving Zhou Bu time to calm down.

From the moment he was called Zhou Bu, he had never been afraid, no matter if it was the black neighborhoods in America, the terrible environment in Myanmar or the roar of wild beasts on the prairie.

But...except today.

Zhou Bu forced himself to do the right thing. He couldn't escape. He couldn't escape...

He came to Zhou Yu with a stiff body.

Zhou Yu naturally gave up his seat to him.

Zhou Qi took over Zhou Yu's seat and watched old man Zhou's expression inch by inch.

The old man, who had a rosy complexion when I called him yesterday, now had a pale face and lay there motionless.

Time seemed to stand still, the ticking of the clock, the sound of the wind outside the window, the birds perching on the branches, everything was frozen.

It seemed as if these two grandparents and grandchildren were the only ones left in the world, staying together in the ward.

One was lying down with a pale face, and the other was sitting, looking at the old man lying down, trembling a little and also with a pale face.

Zhou Bu just sat there until the sun gradually disappeared in the sky and the ward was shrouded in shadow.

I don’t know who came in, took a look, and turned on the light.

It was not until Old Man Zhou woke up in the evening that the ward became lively again.

Old man Zhou half leaned on the bed, looking at everyone in the room with a smile.

He has many children and grandchildren, and the ward was crowded with people. Fortunately, the ward was large.

Zhou Qi looked very unhappy, but he still forced a smile and called Ji Xingyao who was leading two children from the back of the crowd.

Ji Xingyao quietly walked through the crowd, sent the two children to Zhou Qi, and then quietly retreated.

Zhou Qi pulled the two ignorant children over, smiled palely, and said to Old Man Zhou in a playful manner: "Don't you want to see us? Look quickly, look hard."

Zhou Hong smiled twice to save his face.

The two ignorant children saw their great-grandfather, who had been playing with them, trying to climb up.

Old man Zhou subconsciously tried to fish it out. This time his expression softened and he showed a kind smile.

Zhou Bu quickly gave them a hand, and the two children climbed onto the bed smoothly.

Xin Bai climbed into Old Man Zhou's arms and, in a rare intimate manner, pressed his forehead against Old Man Zhou's.

Old man Zhou happily spoke words to coax the child.

Xin Yi sat down beside the bed, touched Zhou Qi's hand, looked at him worriedly, and called out, "Dad."

Zhou Wei forced an ugly smile and comforted his daughter, "Dad is fine."

Until Old Man Zhou was exhausted and leaned on the pillow to catch his breath, he was still looking at the two children with a gentle smile.

Zhou Bu waved to Ji Xingyao who was behind the crowd.

Ji Xingyao understood what he meant and quietly came in and took the two children away.

At this time, two people rushed in, panting.

It is the south and north of the city.

Zhou Bu glanced at the two of them and told them calmly to take a breath and not to worry.

People from all over the city looked at their eldest brother and obediently stood aside.

In the evening, someone brought the stewed porridge, but Zhou Wei still had a wooden expression.

Just like taking care of a child, she put a scarf around Old Man Zhou, wiped his hands carefully, and then picked up the bowl and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

When the towel was wrapped around Old Man Zhou, he protested loudly, saying that he was old but not dead, and he didn't want to wear such a thing.

Zhou Bu struggled to maintain a smile and reached out to take the towel down.

But Old Man Zhou took a look at his grandson's expression and took the initiative to say forget it.

Zhou Bu fed him carefully, bit by bit, and Old Man Zhou barely ate half a bowl.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Hong glanced at his children carefully and smiled with satisfaction.

Zhou Hong said in front of his children: "Let Xiao Pi hold the coffin for me."

The originally peaceful atmosphere was immediately broken.

Zhou Wei's eyes blinked slowly, again and again, and as he blinked, his eyes turned red.

He knew the child best since he had raised him. Zhou Hong raised his hand with all his strength and placed it on Zhou Qi's head.

Zhou Hong glanced at Zhou Yu and said to him, "I'm leaving. Don't bully Xiao Pi. He is not like others. He has no mother."

Zhou Bu, who had been gritting his teeth, was instantly crushed by these words!

He turned his face to the wall. Everyone in the family had good eyesight, so everyone could see that the crystal liquid was dripping down his chin.

Zhou Hong's eyes were red, but he couldn't help laughing, and he reached out and wiped Zhou Qi's chin.

Zhou Hong had nothing to explain, and the inheritance had already been divided.

After thinking about it, he said to his children: "Live a good life and don't forget to be filial to your mother."

Several children nodded.

Old Man Zhou seemed to have remembered something, and turned to Zhou Bu and said, "Don't bother the servants at home. I fell down by myself. You are the most vindictive. I told you in advance, remember my words."

Although he was reluctant, Zhou Bu still nodded.

He nodded, and Zhou Hong felt relieved. He knew the child he raised and he kept his word.