After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

"Mr. He is not very talkative." Ling Su sat on his small bench, pulled a newspaper over his body, leaned against the edge of the bedside table, and fell asleep.

Today, Uncle Ling Su's family couldn't come to watch over something temporarily, so they asked Ling Su to stay in the ward for a while.

It just so happened that Ling Su also invited someone to the store to see if it could be enlarged. The little girl in the store took it with him, so he didn't need to be there to supervise the work himself. He was very free today, so he just sat between the two beds to accompany the two. Talk to a patient.

——I don't know when, he has included Mr. He in his list of accompanying patients.

The old man didn't care, at the moment he was having a room with a few old playmates on the opposite bed to fight the landlord, and he was very disgusted with Ling Su, the grandson who was dying by the bed.

Ling Su, who was driven behind the curtain to "talk to Xiao He", failed to stir up the atmosphere after a long time, and finally only dryly choked out an opening sentence.

"I'm sorry...I'm not very good at talking." Mr. He was holding an apple in his hand, groping to peel Ling Su.

That apple seemed to come in his lunch box.

Ling Su was only surprised that this restaurant with outrageously unpalatable dishes even thoughtfully served fruit after the meal.

Mr. He's housework movements are quite skillful, even if he can't see him, he doesn't seem to panic at all with a knife in his hand, making it very smooth.

Ling Su expressed some worries at first, but when he saw that he was better than herself with a knife, he gave up struggling and leaned peacefully on the bedside table to feel sleepy.

"Staying with me is boring." Mr. He touched the small table with one hand, found an empty small porcelain bowl, and took an apple with one hand to peel pieces into it.

Ling Su looked at his slightly raised wrist and smooth movements, and always felt that this person's posture of playing with a knife was a bit... rusty?

While Ling Su was distracted, Mr. He had already finished cutting.

He carefully put away the knife, and handed a whole bowl of evenly sized apple dices towards Lingsu.

"It's not boring." Ling Su took it, forked it with a toothpick and handed it to his mouth, "You are as sweet as an apple."

Not surprisingly, He Pingguo's face has already reached Red Apple Star one step ahead.

Ling Su has always been open-mouthed.

Although he is still a pitiful single old virgin until now, Ling Su, as a fashionable old virgin in the new era who has been surfing the Internet for many years, is still very good at talking.

His sexuality is no longer a secret to the fans, so when he occasionally appears in the comment area to pick someone to flop, Ling Su has always been very lively towards those little girls.

"Don't shake your hands." Ling Su teased him with a smile, "You're holding a knife."

Mr. He obediently held the knife firmly in his hand, touched one side from the beginning to the end with his fingers to make sure that Ling Su would not be hurt, then turned around and handed the knife back.

"May I ask, what does Mr. He do?" Ling Su looked at his smooth movements and the aura that almost cooled down with instinct at that moment, and asked casually after taking the knife.

He is not a person who likes to inquire, but he is inexplicably interested in this Mr. He who he has known for only a few days.

"I..." Faced with this question, Mr. He seemed to hesitate.

What does he do?

He has been recalling this incident every day since he woke up, but every time it is just in vain.

Seeing that he didn't move, Ling Su immediately changed the topic: "It's nothing, I just asked nonsense."

Mr. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled timidly.

Ling Su went up to touch his hair very skillfully.

Oh, the satin touch.

Where did the little swan in distress come from.

"Master, Guan Muzhou has returned to China, and he said he wanted to come and see you!" Ling Su pinched his fingertips to savor the touch of Mr. He's hair, while yelling, trying to win back his grandfather's heart immersed in fighting the landlord.

Ling Su and Guan Muzhou grew up together in Australia, but Ling Su returned to China after junior high school, while Guan Muzhou stayed there.

Grandpa Ling really didn't care at all: "Ah, Xiaoguan, are you looking for someone?"

"No." Ling Su lowered his head and texted Guan Muzhou back, asking him to bring some fruit when he came.

As he spoke, he glanced at Mr. He who was quietly eating apples in a small bowl.

"Does he like boys or girls? If you like boys, you two can get together. No one wants it anyway." Grandpa Ling's happy beans were about to bottom out, and he threw down the phone in despair.

Ling Su showed disgust: "I don't want that electric pole in Guan Muzhou."

"He's obviously a Madou, do you understand?" Grandpa clicked his tongue, "It's up to you to let the little girl run behind his ass every day. You are in your twenties and no one wants you and you don't think about it." Reflect."

Ling Su didn't care at all, holding his computer on his lap and importing the miscellaneous materials he had taken before: "That's why I don't like them, they are all so ugly."

"Who doesn't care about you." Grandpa Ling was not sleepy after being told, and turned over with a grunt, "I'll ask what you want to see with your noble eyes. Your brother is about to get engaged, you Woolen cloth!?"

"If Mr. He grows up like this, I can barely think about it." Ling Su replied absent-mindedly, only thinking about pulling someone out to block the gun.

He looked at Mr. He's straight back and slender hands on the screen, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of demons would be like if such a beauty were watched by his fans.

But after the words were out of his mind, Ling Su remembered that the person involved seemed to be right next to him.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw Mr. He pretending to be calm and turning his head to look out the window—it wasn't that Ling Su had gotten to know him in this short period of time, but that this person blushed, so obvious that he couldn't help it. dodge.

Fortunately, he couldn't see it himself, otherwise he would probably be ashamed to go out of the window.

But Grandpa Ling obviously didn't take it seriously, he really saw it in his eyes, and the little He Niao didn't even bother his grandson.

No show.

"Mr. He, don't mind, I'm just kidding." Ling Su forked a piece of apple from the small bowl he handed over to eat, "I'm talking nonsense."

Mr. He's hand holding the bowl was unusually steady, but there was still a bit of blush on his face: "Well, I know."

How can a blind man who can't walk a single way be considered by others.

He bowed his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Mr. He doesn't mind appearing on camera, you don't show your face." Ling Su finally confirmed with him, "The voice also, won't it affect the work?"

"No." Mr. He answered quickly this time, but he seemed a little uncertain after speaking, "It won't...it will affect work."

Ling Su was a little puzzled, and covered the computer screen: "Huh?"

It can't be some secret public official.

Ling Su's mind instantly flashed through the short yellow article on the secret spy uniform that he was recommended by fans to read yesterday.

Mr. He has shoulders, waist, and beautiful wrists, if his mother is wearing a black suit, tut tut tut tut.

No, stop.

Ling Su shook her head, tried her best to suppress the perverted smile on the corner of her mouth, and forced herself to recover.

On the other hand, Mr. He was seriously thinking about what he was doing. After hesitating for a long time, he finally shook his head, thinking that he shouldn't be some big guy who couldn't appear on camera: "It doesn't matter."

After getting approval, Ling Su nodded with a smile, and happily ticked off this piece of material.

At the same time, the door of the ward was knocked open by a gust of fragrant wind.

"I kiss grandpa! They want to kidnap me and go on a blind date!"

Guan Muzhou's voice was still as noisy as ever.Ling Su glanced outside, stretched out her hand and silently closed the curtain in an attempt to hide herself.

Mr. He heard a small bench moving towards him, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise: "Is that your friend?"

"Hey, am I arguing with you?" Ling Su slurred a piece of apple stuffed in his mouth, "This man is very annoying, let's ignore him."

"Who is ignoring me?" The curtain was pulled open without hesitation, and Guan Muzhou's exquisite face popped out. He blinked and looked at Mr. He, who had out-of-focus eyes, in a friendly and peaceful way for a while.

At last there was a cock crow.

"Ling Xiaosu, where did you steal that handsome guy!!! Is Yi Xing going to get married and you want to get married for revenge???"

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