Chapter 932 Give Her More Warmth

"However, these have nothing to do with Rushuang Games. They don't want to. Forget it, let's not talk about them. They are living a good life now and don't lack anything. Qingsi is the most important, and this child is the most important..."

The old man said in a trembling voice: "That kid Qingsi looks so much like your mother when she was young..."

"Do you want to see him? He's probably still asleep. I'll call her."

The old man quickly stretched out his hand to stop: "Don't be, don't scream, don't scream... I see that the child's face is not good today, and there are wounds on her neck. Let her have a good rest, have a good rest... In the future, there will be time, there will be time... …”

Xia Anlan said: "She is still worried today that you don't like her."

"Can I not like it? That's my grandson. Hey... I was too worried about your mother today... The tone I spoke to her may have been a bit bad... I'll change it in the future..."

"Qingsi is a very sensitive child due to her childhood experience. I hope you can give her more warmth when you face her again in the future."

The old man nodded repeatedly: "I know... I know... I am her grandfather, how can I... I was too confused before and believed too much in the fact that Xiao Ai was dead. I always felt that Xiao Ai could not still be alive. , but forgot that if there is no blood relationship, how can two people look so similar? "

"Dad, our family finally has a child of our own. From now on, there is no need to be so close to other people's children."

The old man paused and nodded: "I understand... Although I am older, in the end, I am not an old fool..."

He understood what Xia Anlan meant. In the future, in front of Qingsi, if he showed that he was better at games than Qingsi, it would only make Qingsi feel sad.

However, the relationship that lasted so many years doesn't just disappear.

He just needs to be more restrained.

"It's very late. You should go to bed. Tomorrow, I will take Qingsi to the hospital again and let Qingsi talk to my mother."

The old man stood up: "Hey, I'm afraid I'll be too excited to sleep today!"

Xia Anlan helped the old man back to his room and passed by Yan Qingsi's room. The corners of his lips curled up. This house finally felt like home!

…

Yue Tingfeng was very anxious at night. He was going to Xia's house tomorrow. What should he buy, what should he wear, and what should he say in the first sentence?

I rolled around on the bed, tossing and turning until 10 o'clock, but still didn't fall asleep.

Yue Tingfeng sat up. No, we can't waste time like this. We have to prepare in advance.

Yue Tingfeng called Mrs. Yue.

"Hey, has my son seen Qingsi?"

Yue Tingfeng said: "Not yet. Qingsi asked me to go to Xia's house for a formal visit tomorrow during the day. Her uncle is at home. Mom... tell me, I... what clothes should I wear to show formality? Shouldn't there be no gifts? Oh oh oh,"

Mrs. Yue was reading popular searches on Weibo, which has been quite lively recently. She cracked a melon seed and said, "Son, are you asking me?"

"Yes, you are my mother, and you are older, so you definitely know me better than me in this regard!"

Mrs. Yue sighed: "Then it's all in vain. How can I understand this?"

Yue Tingfeng was anxious: "Why don't you understand? Don't you all, the elderly, know this?"

Mrs. Yue was unhappy and shouted: "You are just getting old, you are just getting old... You don't even think about it, what will I know? If you didn't say all the time that you only get older, not brains."