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Song Chengque shook his head.

"What, did something else happen?"

Fang Feifei's heart sank, thinking that something else had happened to the old man.

But seeing Song Chengque just shaking his head with no other expression, he felt relieved.

"My grandpa wants to see you."

Song Chengque uttered this sentence.

Suddenly, his face turned red, and his toes kept scratching the ground nervously.

Fang Feifei didn't understand.

"Your grandpa sees me? Why do you see me?"

Fang Feifei asked doubtfully.

Song Chengdu nodded.

Fang Feifei doesn't understand but respects it.

Finally, he followed Song Chengque back home step by step.

Fang Feifei felt very uneasy.

I was on tenterhooks, wondering what the old man was looking for with me.

Fang Feifei followed Song Chengque to the gate step by step.

While standing in the entrance hall to change into slippers, Fang Feifei looked at the furnishings inside with the corner of her eyes.

The decoration outside the villa is very ordinary, but there is something special inside.

There is a mahogany furniture inside.

A hale and hearty old man sat on a chair.

Looking here with sharp eyes.

The old man was wearing a black Tang suit and was holding a dragon-headed cane.

Looking over here.

Fang Feifei was so nervous that she didn't know where to look.

He could only stand next to Song Chengque, his face tense.

The old man looked at Fang Feifei approvingly, not bad, not like the coquettish bitch outside.

It's enough to enter the door of their Song family.

Thinking of this, Mr. Song smiled even happier.

"Little aunt, you are here."

Naughty Song Zhaozhao, like a small cannonball, hit Fang Feifei's leg.

He hugged Fang Feifei's thigh tightly.

"Song Zhaozhao."

Song Chengque could explain to the old man, but Song Zhaozhao seemed to be unable to understand human speech.

Fang Feifei felt uncomfortable all over.

"Song Zhaozhao let go."

Song Chengque said word by word, this was a sign that he was about to get angry.

"I don't."

Song Zhaozhao would rather hang around Fang Feifei's thighs than leave Fang Feifei even half a step away.

"Zhaozhao, come to grandpa."

The old man sat on the chair and waved to Song Zhaozhao.

Song Zhaozhao reluctantly let go of Fang Feifei's thigh, pouted, and walked towards the old man step by step.

"This is my grandpa." Song Chengque coughed and then began to introduce, "Grandpa, this is Fang Feifei."

Somehow, Fang Feifei felt that she was not so nervous when she stood on the stage for the first time.

He didn't take what Song Zhaozhao just said to his heart.

However, Fang Feifei is not so sure now.

I don't think that Mr. Song just wants to see what kind of people are in Songcheng Queche.

Especially the way the old man looked at her looked more and more like he was looking at his new wife.

But when the heroine looked at the old man's face, although his eyes were very lively, there was not much color on his face.

Especially the old man stood up from his chair.

Suddenly he staggered.

"grandfather--"

Song Chengque quickly ran up and spread his hands.

Nannies and assistants rushed over.

I'm just afraid that the old man will get hit.

Fang Feifei had been observing the old man's condition, so when she realized that the old man had fallen, Fang Feifei was the first to arrive.

He held the old man's arm tightly.

The moment Fang Feifei held the old man in her arms, she felt so lucky that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Fortunately, I have been diligently practicing dance recently, and my arms have become stronger recently, so I was able to hold the old man in time.

Song Chengque took the old man from Fang Feifei's hand and looked at Fang Feifei gratefully.

There was carpet on the floor, but no one dared to imagine what would happen if the old man lay on the ground.

Such a change scared everyone to death.

"Grandpa, you need to go to the hospital for a check-up."

Song Chengque frowned, with deep vertical lines in the middle, and looked at the old man with disapproval.

The assistant next to him was about to speak, but stopped when he saw what Song Chengque said.

But it was Song Zhaozhao next to him.

"Grandpa, you are scaring me. Let's go to the hospital."

At a young age, you need to know how to coax the elderly to do things they don't like.

"Zhaozhao, grandpa is fine, I'm just so happy."

The old man said with a smile.

His big, fleshless hand touched Song Zhaozhao's head, smiling, but his face was extremely pale.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Fang Feifei looked at the old man worriedly.

"My grandfather has high blood pressure." Song Chengque explained.

"For high blood pressure, patients should eat more yams and the like, and patients should eat less spicy and salty dishes."

Fang Feifei talked eloquently about these. Countless treasures.

"No, no, it's impossible to eat those things that are boiled in water and then fished out."

The old man waved his hands repeatedly.

She looked at Fang Feifei with disapproval.

"A person's life should be filled with all kinds of tastes. How can he eat those tasteless things?"

Even though the old man has great-grandchildren, he still has the same temper as a young man.

Stubborn and won't change at all.

The assistant next to him also looked helpless.

"In the morning, the old man didn't eat a bite of the food prepared by Mother Wu. He secretly ordered KFC Express with Zhao Zhao behind his back."

The assistant looked at the old man helplessly.

Spread your hands.

After I became the old man's assistant, I have been playing guerrilla warfare with the old man.

The old man believes that life is meaningless and life is in vain.

But I also know that my mission is to keep the old man healthy.

The assistant sighed at this time.

The old man tightened his grip on the crutch in his hand and knocked on the ground hard.

It makes a dull thumping sound.

"Oh, it's true that I'm old and disliked by others." The old man sighed.

"No, we don't dislike you, it's just that your body can't eat those things."

"What kind of things? They are all for human consumption, but I can't eat them?"

The old man didn't listen to that. Instead, he raised his head and responded loudly.

"It's not that you can't eat it, but you have to be careful about it."

Fang Feifei can understand the old man's mood very well.

"Bring some pen and paper, I'll write a recipe for the old man, I'm sure it will satisfy you."

Fang Feifei said confidently.

The nanny next to me got up and took out pen and paper.

Fang Feifei sat on a chair and started writing furiously on the dining table.

The old man sat next to her, fearing that Fang Feifei would be like those doctors and nutritionists.

In the end, I could only eat boiled cabbage that was bland and tasteless.

As Fang Feifei wrote, she thought of her past.

"Fang Feifei, you are drinking again."

When Fang Feifei was sleeping in a daze, Sister Huo's voice rang in her ears.

He moved his hands in the air, "No, I only drank a little bit."