Boss, lend me a baby

From a distance, laughter and laughter could be heard coming from the Zhongshu.

Mr. Shang and his daughter were enjoying themselves in the sun in the yard and entertaining guests.

Seeing the guest, Tong Wanwan couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise.

It's really strange that Mr. Qiao, with his tail raised to the sky, actually came to visit him personally.

His attitude was still so friendly and his tone was so humble.

"My mother is a blood suppressor of Dong Qiao." Shang Yunting smiled faintly, "He is not afraid of grandpa, not afraid of aunt, not afraid of me, but afraid of my mother."

"Your mother turns out to be so powerful and majestic." Tong Wanwan's eyes sparkled.

Her admiration for his mother is like a torrential river, endless!

It's really great. It took no effort to get rid of this tough thorn in the side of Dong Qiao.

When they arrived at the Zhongshu, they greeted everyone and stood nearby.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Shang politely ordered his guests away: "Xiao Qiao, thank you for coming to visit Dong Hua. However, Dong Hua should not stay with guests for too long, so I won't keep you here."

Upon hearing this, Director Qiao stood up and said: "In that case, I will come to visit you again in a few days."

After seeing off Mr. Qiao, Mrs. Shang immediately said with a chuckle, "It's much more comfortable as a family."

"Grandpa's complexion has also changed a lot." Tong Wanwan said with a smile.

"Of course, people feel good when happy events happen." Mr. Shang smiled triumphantly.

Tong Wanwan smiled and sat next to Shang Donghua: "Aunt Shang's sitting posture has improved greatly. She has recovered very quickly in the past two days."

Shang Donghua opened his mouth and made a vague sound, but it failed to form a sentence.

Tong Wanwan smiled lightly: "Aunt Shang, can I push you to go shopping nearby?"

Shang Donghua's eyes were full of smiles, and it was obvious that he had fulfilled his wish.

Tong Wanwan stood up and pushed the wheelchair and walked forward: "Aunt Shang, we are starting to leave now."

"I'll go too." Mrs. Shang became anxious and turned around and shouted, "Wei Ping'an——"

"Grandpa, let me do it." Shang Yunting grabbed the handle of the wheelchair.

Of course it would be best if the grandson whose time is more valuable than money is willing to take care of himself. Mr. Shang couldn't smile from ear to ear and wanted nothing more.

Shang Yunting pushed slowly, and he and his grandfather fell behind.

"Yunting, please hurry up!" Mr. Shang was very anxious when he saw that he could not keep up with his daughter.

"Grandpa, why are you anxious? My mother will be with you every day from now on." Shang Yunting was a little funny.

Mr. Shang sighed: "That's the truth, but..."

But this feeling of regaining something lost was really good, and he cherished it very much.

Shang Yunting slowly pushed the wheelchair forward: "Grandpa, Wanwan and I are going on a long business trip at noon. It may take a while, so my mother will leave it to you."

"Ah, are you going on a business trip again?" Mr. Shang was less interested.

"Grandpa, don't worry too much. Yun Che is at home these days. I will tell him to take more responsibility for anything."

Mr. Shang shook his head helplessly: "For a family like ours, responsibility outweighs enjoyment. There are too few days for the whole family to get together."

"Grandpa, we will be back soon."

"Where are you going this time?" Mr. Shang asked casually.

"North America."

Mr. Shang suddenly pressed the switch of the wheelchair.

Unable to push the wheelchair, Shang Yunting looked at his grandfather's movements thoughtfully: "Grandpa isn't leaving?"

Mr. Shang turned to look at his grandson, his face a little forlorn: "I heard that your aunt and Xia Beicheng went to North America. Will you meet her?"

Shang Yunting calmly met his grandfather's gaze: "It's possible."

Mr. Shang slowly looked back to the front: "Tell your aunt and me that I don't blame them anymore. Let them go home when they are tired of shopping."

"..." Shang Yunting stared at his grandfather in a daze.

Grandpa looked calm and collected, but there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

He had only heard about the falling out between his grandfather and his aunt, but he had not been there personally, but all the media used the word "breakup".

It can be seen that the dispute between father and daughter was fierce at that time.

It seems that grandpa is really getting old, his vigor has diminished, and he values ​​family ties more and more in his heart.

"None of you lied to me, right?" Mr. Shang said sadly, "I always doubt that your aunt will not leave decisively for a man."

Shang Yunting tried hard to comfort his grandfather: "Auntie just believes that grandpa can be well taken care of without her."

Mr. Shang shook his head and silently turned on the wheelchair switch.

Shang Yunting looked down and saw a teardrop falling on the back of his grandfather's hand.

He pushed the wheelchair and continued walking forward: "No matter where my aunt is, she will miss grandpa. Just like grandpa misses her."

Mr. Shang let out a long sigh: "But I just want the two sisters to be by my side..."

Shang Yunting was silent.

I hope my aunt can have another miracle happen like my mother...

Tong Wanwan pushed Shang Donghua forward, and when she saw that Mr. Shang was getting farther and farther away, she simply stopped.

Seeing a hibiscus in full bloom next to it, Tong bent his hands and picked out the reddest one.

With a smile, she put the flowers into Shang Donghua's hands and placed them loosely on her knees.

Facing Shang Donghua's smiling eyes, Tong Wanwan playfully stuck out his tongue with her.

"Aunt Shang, don't blame me for being so ruthless in urging the flowers to bloom. There is a saying that flowers should be cut off when they are in full bloom. Don't wait until there are no flowers left. Do you think so, Aunt Shang?"

Shang Donghua actually tried to nod and speak, but it was all in vain.

Tong Wanwan smiled and leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair: "Aunt Shang, don't be discouraged. Where there is a will, there is a way. It's just that the time has not come yet."

Shang Donghua showed a satisfied smile.

"Look, Aunt Shang's facial expressions are being controlled more and more accurately. It's great." Tong Wanwan seized the opportunity to encourage her.

Shang Donghua stared at Tong Wanwan without blinking, as if he wanted to say something.

"Aunt Shang needs to work hard on rehabilitation training." Tong Wanwan encouraged her with a smile.

Shang Donghua's head seemed to nod.

It's a very subtle movement, the kind that can be missed by just one wrong glance.

"Aunt Shang is so good." Tong Wanwan gently held her hand, "I also want to accompany Aunt Shang every day, but I am going to America to deal with some things soon."

Meeting Shang Donghua's questioning eyes, Tong Wanwan nodded: "Yes, go with Yunting."

Shang Donghua showed a pleased smile, as if saying "that's great" to her.

Tong Wanwan turned his head and looked behind him.

Shang Yunting pushed his grandfather, who was still more than thirty meters away from them, so naturally he couldn't hear what was said here.

Before she said anything, her face turned red and her eyes flashed.

"Come on, Aunt Shang! I believe that next time I call you mom, you will be able to agree to it."

Shang Donghua's smiling eyes suddenly burst into tears, and he nodded again almost imperceptibly.

Tong Wanwan stood up with a blushing face and bent down to hug her.

She seems to have a soft heart. It turns out that Yunting's mother, like his aunt, is the most gentle and amiable elder in the world.

Shang Yunting pushed his grandfather over.

He looked at Tong Wanwan in surprise, whose little face was redder than the hibiscus next to him.

His mother couldn't even speak. What could they talk about that made their faces so red?

When he held her for a skin-to-skin kiss last night, her face wasn't even red...