Every world I die young

Mr. Yang lifted the curtain and walked in. His gaze was a bit dignified. Deng Zepan stared blankly at Mr. Yang, "Grandpa Yang, why did you come to me suddenly? Shouldn't you be looking for Xiaozhu?"

Mr. Yang's tone was low and hoarse: "Xiao Deng, do you like Xiao Zhu?"

Just one sentence made Deng Zebao feel as if he was struck by lightning on the spot. He opened his mouth halfway, not knowing what to say.

"I, you..." Deng Zepan's eyes were dull, his heart was in a mess, what should he say?In the current situation, he should firmly refute Mr. Yang's words. If possible, pretend to be angry and make a harmless joke with Mr. Yang. This is the most correct way to deal with it.

Such a complete set of countermeasures had already emerged in Deng Zebao's mind, however, his body seemed unable to move, as if he had lost control, he just stared blankly at Mr. Yang in a daze.

Mr. Yang seemed to have expected this to happen. He didn't say anything, but raised his hand and patted Deng Zepan's shoulder vigorously. The strength was not too strong, but Deng Zepan felt that he was shaken in an instant and buried deeply. A crack suddenly opened on the surface of the seed in the deepest part of the soil at the bottom of my heart.

However, Mr. Yang's eyes were still clear, without the slightest bit of disgust and contempt that Deng Zepan had imagined, and Deng Zepan's anxiety about gains and losses suddenly calmed down like this.

With a click, the seeds rejuvenated, and the eager shoots broke through the blockade of the epidermis and thrived.

Sensing Deng Zepan's emotional fluctuations, Mr. Yang's eyes seemed to brighten and burn, and then quickly extinguished, like a shooting star passing through a long silent night, only bringing a moment of amazement.

"Xiao Deng, take some of this. No matter what happens, even if it's a life-or-death situation, absolutely don't let it leave your body, or you will be discovered by him within a few minutes."

With that said, Mr. Yang took off the sandalwood Buddhist bead bracelet that he had been wearing all the time, "By the way, have you distributed all your inheritance?"

Deng Zebao thought that Mr. Yang was joking with him to relieve his pressure, he put away the sandalwood Buddha bead bracelet, smiled wryly, and replied half-jokingly: "In case of accidental death, I don't know who made the plan, Damn, suddenly inexplicably looking forward to it."

What he said was true. After all, his mother died young, and his father was also obsessed with work, so he didn't care about him at all. Deng Zepan was almost raised by him since he was a child.

Moreover, due to Deng Haochang's harshness and pickiness, the babysitters often change from time to time. Deng Zebao has hardly noticed any comfort at home since he was a child, and he has been growing up alone. Restrain yourself and don't let anyone find out that you are wrong.

Mr. Yang's frown did not relax, he became even more serious, he stared seriously at Deng Zeshi's eyes, "Little Deng, what I'm going to say next will most likely put you in a near-death situation , it is even possible that the place of death is a desperate situation, you are very likely to die, you will never come back, and you may not even be able to become a ghost, so, are you still willing to listen?"

Deng Zebao didn't quite understand what old man Yang wanted to say, but he saw the seriousness of this calm old man, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he blurted out: "I'm willing, I'm not afraid."