President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Seeing Patriarch Xuanyuan's tears, the old housekeeper was at a loss.

He hurriedly handed over a tissue and stepped forward, "Master, what are you doing? The doctor said that you should not be too emotional, as it will affect your blood pressure."

Patriarch Xuanyuan wiped away his tears, hummed, "Okay, I'll calm down."

After taking a few deep breaths, he looked at the old housekeeper again, "Everything is going in a good direction now, I really shouldn't cry, I should laugh."

"Yes, everything is going in a good direction." The old housekeeper nodded.

But the look in his eyes was already a little more lonely and complicated.

I don't know if it can really develop in a good direction...

Patriarch Xuanyuan was immersed in emotion and joy, and didn't think about it at all.

After chatting a lot with the old butler, he ate something again.

Feeling sleepy, he lay down and rested.

The old butler dragged his aching body to sit on the bench outside.

He kept thinking about Father Chu's scheme in his mind.

What should be done with the bomb sent to ensure that no accident will happen to the Chu family?

Especially Bao Sibai, who is the only heir of the Xuanyuan family.

For the old housekeeper, Bo Sibai is the future little family head.

It is the master who should be well protected.

But after thinking about it, I just couldn't think of a good idea.

On the contrary, time flies by like a white horse, and soon it will be the time agreed with Chu's father.

The old butler had no choice but to drag his heavy and painful body to the No. [-] bridge to meet the appointment.

From a long distance, he saw Father Chu leaning on the car and smoking.

Swallowing clouds and mist, so happy.

The old housekeeper pursed his lips and walked forward, his eyes were cold, "I'm here, where is the bomb, send it now?"

The Chu family grinned, "Why are you so anxious, the wound on your body needs to be changed, I'll help you deal with this first."

"No need!" The old housekeeper's voice was cold, "Anyway, I will be killed by the bomb anyway, so what does it matter when I die?"

"That's right, but if you are sick now, Song Runian will find out." Father Chu said.

After all, I was still worried that my plan would fail.

It's not that he cares about the life and death of the old housekeeper.

The old butler understood this, and his eyes became more and more disgusted with the coldness, "So that's the idea, it seems that I think too much of you.

That's right, a beast is a beast, how can it be possible to do human affairs? "

The smile on Chu's father's face froze for a moment.

But soon he recovered his smile, and forcibly dragged the old butler to the back of his car to lie down, "If I don't do personnel work, then I'm doing veterinary work if I help you bandage things like this?"

The old housekeeper wanted to humiliate him, but he did his part and responded directly.

Even deliberately used a lot of strength when dealing with the wound.

The old housekeeper grunted in pain, and almost passed out.

"The wound is not recovering very well. The main reason is that it is too big. It may be difficult to heal it by yourself. It just so happens that today I brought a needle and thread for suturing, so I can sew it up for you." Father Chu said.

He dug out a small silver needle from the medicine box behind him.

Then it directly plunged into the old butler's flesh, and seeing the old butler's face crooked in pain, he pretended to be surprised and spoke in a guilty tone.

"Oh, why did I forget to tell you that the conditions are relatively simple and there is no anesthetic, so you have to bear it."