Chapter 788 Sharp Tongue, Soft Heart

"I met a woman today," Yan Huan suddenly said. Mr. Lu hummed and didn't answer, but Yan Huan knew that he was listening.

"Her legs are fine," she took a sip of water and continued, "She has to sit in a wheelchair. Grandpa, what do you think a woman like this wants to do? Is she too lazy to move or does she want to Are you trying to gain sympathy from others, or are you saying that you are mentally ill?"

The guard on the side secretly gave Yan Huan a thumbs up, "Miss Yan, only you can say it if you make insinuations."

Mr. Lu stood up with a cry, and the wind that lifted up his clothes was all carrying knives, and these knives also formed a pile of rainstorm pear blossom needles, and pierced Yan Huan. If all these knives were If it were tangible, Yan Huan might have died ten or eight times without even knowing it.

Yan Huan held the cup with both hands and drank water one mouthful at a time. The vision in his pupils began to become hazy.

Outside there was a sky the color of blue smoke, and it seemed like it was going to snow again, and this kind of snow might be the last snow in Haishi. The New Year was coming soon, and she was one year older again, twenty. At seven years old, she has finally reached this age again, and next year will be her death date in her previous life, but she doesn't know how long she can live in this life.

She is expecting.

What to look forward to.

Death?

Maybe that was it. After drinking a glass of water, she stood up and returned to her room. She took off her clothes. The coat was okay, but the other clothes were almost soaked. Although it took away a lot of her body temperature, it was still not warmed by her body temperature.

She opened the closet, took out a pair of pajamas, put them on, and without even taking a shower, she pulled up the quilt and got ready to sleep.

Vaguely, it seemed that he was sweating again.

"It'll be fine once you sweat."

Drowsily, she seemed to hear the voice of someone speaking beside her.

"Let me take a look." A large rough hand was placed on her forehead, as if it had touched dry tree bark, but it felt unexpectedly warm.

"It's indeed not hot anymore, so I'm relieved."

"The old man likes this kid very much?"

"What do you like?" Mr. Lu snorted, not obedient at all, "If she were my granddaughter, I would beat her to death."

The old military doctor couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I haven't seen you care about others like this for a long time. You are still the same. You are a sharp-tongued person. You obviously like it in your heart, but you are tough-mouthed. You and your grandson are both divorced. You are still the same." I'm so busy driving people to you, going crazy every three days and scolding me every two days, just because I'm worried that she won't be able to think about it anymore."

"Don't mention that kid Lu Yi to me." When Mr. Lu heard his grandson's name, he felt unhappy in his heart. "This eye must be blind. That kind of woman can tell at a glance that she is not a good person, and she still treats you like this." Want to marry?"

"You can see that he may not be able to do it, but no matter what, he is your grandson's savior. You can't be ungrateful, right?" the military doctor advised again.

"This girl even saved the lives of the boss and his family," Mr. Lu curled his lips. Okay, he didn't want to say anything else. "As long as it's okay, Tiantian knows that if you are angry with me, I must die early."

"I see you are getting better and better."

The military doctor collected his things and said, "Don't worry, it's okay. Sweat well and you'll be fine tomorrow. Young people are in good health, no better than us."

It seems that Mr. Lu still said something, but at most it was carried by two people.

Yan Huan was still listening at first, but in the end she couldn't hear anything. She only remembered so much. She wrote it down, but she also forgot a lot. When she opened her eyes again, what she remembered in her mind was, In the blur, she could only remember what the military doctor said to Mr. Lu. They were just mindless, but they still moved her a little.

She grabbed her clothes, which smelled of sweat. She didn't know how many times she had sweated, so she just used her body temperature to dry the clothes.

She touched her forehead again. Fortunately, she no longer had a fever, and was even a little cold. However, He Yibin had said that as long as she didn't have a fever when she woke up in the morning, she didn't need to go to the hospital. She just needed to take medicine on time.

When she came out, there was no one at home, and Mr. Lu and the security guard were not there either.

"Miss Yan, you're awake. Come and eat." The nanny at home came over quickly and brought in all the prepared meals. This nanny has also been with Mr. Lu for a long time. She is very old, but she is a good cook. Delicious meals.

"Thank you, auntie," Yan Huan came over. She was in good spirits and a little hungry. It's no wonder. When she came back from the hospital yesterday, she had hardly eaten anything. Until now, she has been almost ten I ordered too much and was already very hungry.

The nanny prepared very light meals for her, and she was not picky. Maybe she didn't want to eat the delicacies, but she really liked eating these light side dishes.

"Auntie, where are grandpa and Xiao Song?" Yan Huan asked the nanny why Mr. Lu disappeared so early in the morning.

"The old man went fishing," the nanny said with a smile. "He has been in a good mood recently. He is not in a wheelchair today. I just said, he is fine by himself. Why should he use a wheelchair? Now the old man has finally figured it out. No. If you sit on that thing, your wheelchair will be lost.”

Oh... Yan Huan continued to eat. She raised her head and looked out the window. In fact, she could not see anything, but the scenery was in her eyes. She lowered her eyelashes again, continued to eat, and then propped up her forehead with her hands, stuffing her mouth with food from time to time.

When Mr. Lu came back, he saw Yan Huan holding a vase and wiping it.

Mr. Lu's eyes suddenly lit up. This is from the Qing Dynasty. Judging from the color, it seems to be.

He knew that this little girl had a very special skill. She could dig antiques. Of course, it doesn't mean that Yan Huan is a tomb robber, but she can get some from time to time, and she is always accurate. He has been jealous of the antiques in his son's study, but that son is his own, and he likes him. Lu Jin also likes it. Those antiques are like their lifeblood. Not to mention me, even I can't bear to touch them. This vase is so big, it's obviously from the Qing Dynasty, and this is what he likes the most. Last time, his friend had one at home, and he didn't envy it.

Also, be careful, don't scratch it, and don't break it.

"Grandpa, do you want to wipe it yourself?" Yan Huan put the rag in front of Grandpa Lu, "I want to go to the field to pull some grass for a while."