Leng Aojun is three and a half years younger

"Grandpa..." Luo Qingqian blinked her eyes, because the old man couldn't see it, so she boldly reached out and rubbed her eyes, and she didn't have to worry that the other party would be sad when she saw it.

When Jun Tingmo came back, he saw his girl crying with a sad face, even her nose was red from crying.

He hurried over, touched her face, let her lean in his arms, didn't say anything, but silently guarded her.

"Grandpa, then I'll hang up first, you have a good rest, you know?" Luo Qing sniffed and reminded.

"Okay, I get it. I'm here to comfort you. Why do you care about me again?" Elder Han touched his nose at the side. Han Zhaoye, who was sitting on the sofa not far away, was greeted by the grandson of Elder Han. After taking a look, he thought to himself, his grandfather really enjoyed being under Luo Qingqian's care.

He never listened to the words of any junior in the family, but he cared very much about Luo Qingqian's words, but on the surface he pretended not to care, so he just pretended.

Hearing his grandson's cold snort, Mr. Han coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, "Qianqian, I understand, you have to take care of yourself, you understand?"

"Enn, Grandpa, I understand." Luo Qingqian replied obediently.

Only then did I hang up the phone.

Jun Tingmo felt distressed when he saw the girl's well-behaved appearance even though she was like this.

Caressing her back, Luo Qingqian gave a strong smile, and planted a kiss on the man's cheek.

"Ah Ting, I'll call Dad again." Luo Qingqian explained.

"Well, you can do whatever you want." Jun Tingmo never restricted her freedom, he just wanted her to be happy.

Luo Qingqian smiled sweetly, and just looked down at the phone, planning to call Father Luo back, when the call came in and it was Father Luo quietly.

"Dad." Luo Qingqian picked up the phone and called out in a low voice.

Father Luo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that her voice was relatively normal, and said, "Qianqian, do you feel unwell, why didn't you get in just now, saying you were on the phone...I called for a long time."

There was a hint of temptation in Father Luo's words.

Luo Qingqian replied: "Dad, it was Grandpa Han who called me just now. We just finished talking and were planning to return your call."

"Oh, that's it." Luo's father could indeed guess who it was, but when Luo Qingqian really said that, he still felt a little uncomfortable. His daughter was injured, but she was not the first one to call her.

Father Luo sighed inexplicably.

Then I heard Luo Qingqian carefully ask on the phone: "Dad, are you unhappy?"

Father Luo woke up in an instant, realized what he had just done, and felt a little guilty for a moment. He was all thinking about himself just now, and he obviously called to care about Qianqian.

But I caused Qian Qian to worry, Father Luo felt a little guilty for a moment, "It's okay, I'm not angry, but you, you didn't tell me about your injury, if I didn't read the news, I didn't know what happened to you."

"What's going on with this matter? Why would someone come to touch porcelain?" Luo's father obviously believed that someone deliberately touched porcelain, but he didn't expect to meet Luo Qingqian.

Luo Qingqian said something about the matter, telling him not to worry, and then hung up the phone.

"Ah Ting, I want to go to the police station." Luo Qingqian made a decision. She couldn't hide behind Jun Tingmo's back in this matter. In that case, she would feel sorry for that child, the unborn child.

No one can understand Luo Qingqian's sadness, since the loss of her child five years ago.