"No, my grandma came back with my grandpa's urn. I want to accompany her to bury my grandpa properly." Jian Zhipei didn't hide it from her.
Although Ye Wanwan is a bit clumsy, she can still figure out some things. She nodded obediently and sensibly, "Okay! You go ahead and do your work!"
When the driver was about to arrive, Jian Zhipei left first, and Ye Wanwan was lying on the bed, with thoughts filling her innocent and beautiful face.
In Jian Zhipei's villa, Qiao Xuemei stayed up late last night waiting for him to come home, but unexpectedly, she couldn't bear it and fell asleep before he came back.
"Brother Jian, why did you come back just now! Is that Ye Wanwan worthy of you spending the night with her in the hospital?" Qiao Xuemei's tone could not hide her jealousy.
"Xue Mei, my grandma will be here this afternoon, don't mention Ye Wanwan in front of her." Jian Zhipei warned her very seriously.
Qiao Xuemei's heart was shocked. She had told her a long time ago! She secretly reported it to Mrs. Jian last time.
"Brother Jian, I'm sorry...I...when I called your grandma last time, I accidentally mentioned Ye Wanwan."
Jian Zhipei's handsome face suddenly became gloomy, "What did you say to my grandma?"
"Nothing, I just said that you hired a young maid here and didn't say anything else." Qiao Xuemei explained in a low voice, not daring to offend Jian Zhipei.
But God knows how she said Ye Wanwan in front of Mrs. Jian, saying that Ye Wanwan was a vixen who hung around Jian Zhipei every day and engaged in seduction. Mrs. Jian on the other end immediately became angry.
She returned to China early this time precisely because she heard from Qiao Xuemei that a girl was confusing her grandson and she wanted to come over to deal with it.
Jian Zhipei glanced at Qiao Xuemei's guilty expression, and he probably guessed how Qiao Xuemei reported the debt in front of her grandma.
Five o'clock in the evening.
At the international airport, a huge private plane arrived. Soon from the direction of the VIP aisle, an old lady dressed in luxurious clothes was holding a box wrapped in black silk. Her movements were gentle and careful. Behind her, there were four
A lineup of maids and eight bodyguards.
Jian Zhipei, who was waiting at the passage, immediately stepped up to greet her, "Grandma."
Old Mrs. Jian looked at her grandson with a pair of sharp eyes, "Ah Pei, why do you look so weak? Didn't you sleep last night?"
"I miss you so much that I can't sleep well." Jian Zhipei explained with a smile.
"I don't believe your grandma." Both Mrs. Jian and her son are people who marry early and have children early, so she is only sixty-eight years old this year, and her grandson is already that old.
"It really hurts my heart." Jian Zhipei smiled, and at the same time reached out and carefully took the ashes from grandma's hand, "I'm here to ask grandpa to go back."
Jian Zhipei accompanied her grandma back to the villa. Along the way, Mrs. Jian looked at the development in the country. Although she was born and lived abroad, a beautiful yearning for the motherland still took root in her heart.
"So kind!" Mrs. Jian exclaimed.
"Grandma, if you like it here, we can make a home here, what do you think?" Jian Zhipei suggested.
Old Mrs. Jian looked at her grandson with some surprise. Having watched her grandson grow up since she was a child, she knew her grandson's character and love very well.
Jian Zhipei met his grandma's appraising eyes, and a hint of discomfort flashed across his eyes.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Mrs. Jian asked directly.
"No!"
"Don't hide it from me, talk to me about Miss Ye Wanwan! I want to know what kind of person the girl who can influence my grandson is." Old Mrs. Jian would not let him escape this matter.
Jian Zhipei chuckled, "She's just an ordinary girl, nothing special."
