Chapter 950: Give her some warmth

"However, these have nothing to do with Rushuang games. They don't want to. Forget it, don't talk about them. They are doing well now, nothing is missing. Green silk is the most important, this child is the most important ..."
The old man trembled, "Qing Si's child looks like your mother when he was young ..."
"Do you want to see him? This is probably not asleep yet. I'll call her."
The old man hurriedly reached out to stop: "Don't be harassed, don't call, don't call ... I saw that child's face is not good today, and his neck still hurts, let her take a good rest, take a good rest ... Later, there will be time and time ... ... "
Xia Anlan said: "Today she is still worried that you don't like her."
"I don't like it, that's my grandson, hey ... I'm so worried about your mother today ... I might be a little bad at speaking to her ... I will change it later ..."
"Since childhood, Qing Si has been a very sensitive child. I hope that you will give her more warmth when you face her in the future."
The old man nodded again and again: "I know ... I know ... I'm her grandfather, how can I be ... I'm too confused before, too believe in the fact that Xiao Ai is dead, I always think that Xiao Ai cannot be alive , But forgot, if there is no blood relationship, how could two people look so similar? "
"Dad, our family finally has its own children. In the future, other children's children do not need to be so close."
The old man paused and nodded: "I understand ... although I'm old, but in the end, I'm not old ..."
He understood Xia Anlan's meaning. In the future in front of Qing Si, if he played the game better than Qing Si, it would only make Qing Si feel sad.
However, so many years of relationship, it is not that there is no loss.
He restrained a little.
"It's late. Go to bed. Tomorrow, I'll take Qing Si to the hospital again, and let Qing Si talk to my mother."
The old man stood up: "Hey, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep because I'm excited!"
Xia Anlan helped the old man return to the room, passing by Yan Qingsi's room, his lips dangled. This home is like home!
......
Yue Tingfeng was very anxious at night. He will go to the Xia family tomorrow. What should he buy and wear?
Rolling around on the bed, tossing to 10 o'clock, still not asleep.
Yue Tingfeng sat up, no, she couldn't waste time like this, she had to prepare in advance.
Yue Tingfeng called Mrs. Yue.
"Hey, did your son see Qingsi?"
Yue Tingfeng said: "Not yet, Qing Si asked me to formally visit Xia's home tomorrow day. She is at home, mom ... you said, what clothes should I wear to reflect my formality, and no gifts? Oh oh oh, "
Mrs. Yue is watching a popular search on Weibo. Recently, it has been quite lively. She smashed a melon seed and said, "Son, do you ask me?"
"Yes, you are my mother, and you are older, you must know me better than me!"
Mrs. Yue sighed: "Then you're in vain, how can I understand this?"
Yue Tingfeng was anxious: "Why don't you understand, don't all of you know these things at an older age?"
Madam Yue was unhappy and shouted, "You're only getting old, you're getting old ... you don't want to think about it, what do I understand? You didn't say that you were only old, not brainy all day."