Seeing Grandpa's expression, obviously he was very satisfied with Huang Fu's grandson.
But Han Shaoqi smiled bitterly, "How is it possible?" How could they be together?
This is a pair of idiots complaining. Now, there are so many entanglements, plus Huang Fuyu and Ning Xiaotong are horizontal. What are the two of them who want to be a bit?
So, did you move his true feelings for him?
He didn't believe it, but during that time, the careful care he felt was so real.
Even if she could hear her murmur, she echoed clearly in her ear.
On the face, the cold and cold feeling must be her tears.
It doesn't seem to be done at all, because it feels so clear, and even when I think of the faint and vague memory of the faint mold, my heart slipped through the complex feeling.
Watching Han Shaoqi falling into meditation, Mr. Han stopped saying more. After watching Han Shaoqi for a while, he planned to get up to rest.
I sighed slightly in my heart. It was really old. After sitting for a short period of time, I felt that I felt bad.
Looking at the gazing, the handsome teenagers seemed to return to the younger teenager, and when they were young, there was a beautiful woman around her, working hard in a battlefield -like shopping mall.
At that time, it was his own age. Now, time is fast. In the blink of an eye, the woman is no longer, and the grandson is so big.
Today, it is the era when they belong to their young people.
Master Han's lips gently hooked, his face full of years, with a smile, couldn't help feeling, it was nice to be young.
Once I had a strong step, my back was straight, but at this moment, I bent slightly and walked outside the door.
Time is really not forgiving. Han Shaoqi looked at the slowly moved by Father Han, and the corner of his eyes was sour, and he shouted, "Grandpa."
Father Han didn't look back, just paused.
Only hearing Han Shaoqi's low voice sounded behind the back, "Grandpa, take care of yourself."
Father Han turned slowly, and his old eyes looked at Han Shaoqi straight, but the turbid eyes had a smile. "Grandpa has to look at the birth of Sun."
In a word, he scattered some sad atmosphere, Han Shaoqi pursed his lips, smiled, nodded slowly, "Okay."
"Qier, think about what happened between you and 窈, remember to apologize to her." Father Han did not forget to tell him before leaving. After all, people have worked hard for him for so long, and he woke up.
People scolded away, what was wrong with him.
Han Shaoqi nodded, but there was no premise on his face.
Seeing this, Master Han was slightly wide, holding a cane, with the help of Li Bo, go out.
After Mr. Han left, the ward was quiet and quiet, leaving Han Shaoqi alone, leaning on the bedside at will, his eyes condensed out of the window. I do n’t know what to think.
The trembling sunshine cast a road arc in the air, some fell on his face, and it became more and more handsome.
However, the dark sword eyebrows twisted deeply, and the lips were also squeezed, and the bright light hit the face, on the body.
Today, Grandpa, in just a few words, easily fought about the dissatisfaction and resentment of Huang Fu's heart in his heart.
From the memory, Han Shaoqi has never thought that this life will be so hesitant for a woman.