Leng Zhongyu and he were treated differently. He was his biological child and had been raised by his side since childhood, but he was just the child of a woman he didn't like, so he didn't need to pay too much attention to it.
Mr. Leng's expression became more complicated, "I'm not..."
Qirui didn't look at him again, "Let's continue playing, band."
He waved his hand, the music started playing softly, and everyone continued to dance, very lively, as if nothing had happened.
Leng Qirui hugged his wife and danced gracefully, as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Leng looked at his son's figure and hesitated to speak. In the end, he just sighed and walked out quietly.
Zixuan kept staring at Old Master Leng, feeling a little sad in his heart, "Grandpa, are you going to fight us to the death?"
Chen Xuan asked calmly, "Do you think he can fight?"
Zixuan thought in a blink of an eye, yes, grandpa has no real power, how can he have that ability?
He smiled unkindly, "Haha, you should take care of yourself when you get older. Why bother?"
Will everyone become stupid as they get older?
Chen Xuan looked nonchalant, "He just has such a scumbag hobby, forget it."
Just think of raising a dog and play with the old man.
Zixuan looked at him with admiration, "Brother, you are so sinister."
His brother is so cold and cold, but he is really capable. He is so calm and impressive.
Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What did you say?"
Zixuan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I mean, you are so awesome, you speak with such an accent, and you are so classy."
He flatters me like crazy, and my brother must flatter him well, hehe.
Chen Xuan shook his head helplessly. This younger brother is a living treasure and a pistachio.
There was a lot of excitement inside the house, but it was deserted outside, and the white light shining on the deck made it look so cold.
The young man was soaked to the skin, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he lay motionless on the deck, as if he had no breath.
Jiang Yan'er hugged him and cried extremely miserably.
"Go and get a doctor, go quickly." Mr. Leng's heart ached sharply. He ordered his subordinates to put the child in, boil water, change clothes, and take a hot bath. A group of people were busy around him.
The doctor hurried over, looked at Ayu's face, asked someone to boil a pot of ginger tea, and drank it in one gulp.
After drinking two cups, Ayu's complexion gradually improved, and his head and feet were no longer so cold.
His eyelashes fluttered, as if he was awake but not awake.
Mr. Leng rushed over and held his grandson's arm tightly, feeling extremely excited.
"Ayu, how are you? Are you feeling better? Nothing will happen to you. Promise grandpa that you must live."
The doctor said that his condition was very bad and he could get pneumonia at any time, and he might even...
He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he couldn't imagine losing his grandson.
This child grew up without him, and didn't come back to him until he was this age. He didn't live a good life for a few days, but it turned out like this. How could he not feel distressed?
Ayu opened his eyes and stared at him blankly for a while, then two big tears fell down, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm dying, I can no longer be filial to you. I will still be your grandson in my next life.
I will stay by your side, provide for you in your old age, take care of you and be filial to you..."
The words were intermittent, weak, and the voice was very soft and low, but the old man heard it clearly and became more and more sad.
"Stop talking, Ayu, you will be fine. Believe me, grandpa, I will definitely save you."