Chapter 1778 Rose Manor (67)

When Qiao Zhenhuan threatened him with his severed hand, he started planning.

Step by step, take care of all the property and transfer it to her name.

She didn't need to worry about anything, she just needed the child to be obedient.

He hugged her and smiled softly.

Like coaxing a child, he rubbed her head bit by bit.

Gently, more gently, he kissed her and said:

"Don't be afraid...it will be fine..."

Everything has him.

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Since then, Yun Si has never seen Qiao Kaiyang again and doesn't know how he is doing.

Only occasionally could we learn from Uncle Wang that his academic performance was very good, he had graduated from business school ahead of schedule and started handling the company's affairs.

Mr. Qiao occasionally takes care of him, but more often than not, he is already trying to be independent.

Soon, the days passed by.

After his fiftieth birthday, Mr. Qiao began to age at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Wrinkles appeared on his face, and his dark hair gradually lost its color and turned gray.

Perhaps because he had been in a car accident and injured his bones, Mr. Qiao's health began to become a little worse.

Walking often requires help from others.

He stooped slightly and picked up the crutch for support again.

Trembling, both legs could hardly use any strength.

Yun Si looked distressed and wanted to help him.

But the aging of his body is in line with the laws of nature and is simply irreversible.

Forcing changes will only make him suffer more.

Therefore, she could only be careful and take care of him.

Just like he always took care of her before.

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When Mr. Qiao was eighty years old, he was already very old.

It is not easy for people who have had their foundation broken to live to this age.

The weather was fine on the day he left.

Outside the manor, the sky is blue, the sea of ​​roses is red, and the sun is bright.

Everything is so beautiful, as if nothing has changed.

Mr. Qiao, who looked very old and his body became more and more rickety, sat on the balcony, leaning on Yun Si's arms, breathing lowly.

It's like I can't breathe.

The years have left too many traces of vicissitudes of life on his body.

His teeth have fallen out, his eyes are cloudy and lifeless, and his white hair is sparse.

Just like this, being blown by the gentle wind, it was peaceful and quiet.

The face illuminated by the warm sunshine is covered with wrinkles and dotted with age spots.

Dry, skinny, with dull lips.

Very ugly, an ugly old man with no life.

And for the person who has been holding him from beginning to end, time seems to be particularly kind to her.

Still delicate and beautiful, fair and flawless.

Like a delicate rose that will never wither, her snow-skinned red lips are stunningly beautiful.

Even the fingertips were treated with tenderness. They were a soft pink color without a trace of wrinkles.

She hugged the extremely aged man next to her and basked in the sun with him.

Humming to him softly, softly.

It was the song he usually used to lull her to sleep. When he was young, he always liked to hold her in his arms and lull her to sleep like this.

Now that he couldn't hum anymore, he hummed softly instead of her.

Hold him and hold his hand that is as old as the roots of an old tree.

The dark yellow color of her skin made her skin delicate and white, like mutton-fat jade, beautiful and soft.

Always young.

Mr. Qiao, who was already very old, had not spoken for a long time and seemed to be about to fall asleep.