Along the way, Xiao Ling didn't ask Ye Feifei why she went to Fengshan Nursing Home. He just stayed with her quietly. Companionship is the longest confession of love, and he understands this truth.
Entering the nursing home, the doctor led Ye Feifei and Xiao Ling to the ward where Ye Tianlang was. Standing outside the ward door, Ye Feifei suddenly became nervous. She raised and lowered her hand, put it down and raised it again, and repeated it several times.
, then he closed his eyes, calmed himself down, and started knocking on the door.
The person who opened the door was Feng Ma. She was a woman in her late sixties. She was not tall, but she had a kind face and kind eyes and seemed easy to get along with. The same was true of the Feng Ma in Ye Feifei's memory.
"Miss Feifei, I have been waiting for you." Feng's mother looked at Ye Feifei with a smile, and at the same time glanced at Xiao Ling behind Ye Feifei.
Ye Feifei nodded, stepped forward, and walked inside.
In a wheelchair, an old man with wrinkles and a sallow complexion nodded slightly to Ye Feifei. This man had bright eyes, which were clear and deep even at this age.
In Ye Feifei's impression, her grandfather has always been a handsome man, a truly cold and handsome man, completely different from Xiao Ling. Xiao Ling is cold, but shockingly cold, and his so-called abstinence is all fake. But Ye Feifei is cold.
Tianlang is different, his coldness is from bone to skin, with a bit of immortality. It can be said that Xiao Ling is the cold-faced devil, while Ye Tianlang is the cold-faced immortal king.
"Sit down." Ye Tianlang pointed to the sofa in front of him.
Ye Feifei hummed and sat down quietly.
"Fortunately, you look more like your mother." Ye Tianlang looked at Ye Feifei with tenderness in his eyes.
Ye Feifei nodded. At this moment, she really didn't know what to say other than nodding.
"You don't seem to like calling me grandpa." Ye Tianlang said.
Ye Feifei said: "You don't seem to like hearing me call you grandpa either."
Hearing Ye Feifei's words, his originally clean and fair face suddenly laughed, "Haha... little fox! This looks like my little fox."
"Little fox?" Ye Feifei tilted her head. It must be said that her grandfather's reaction was a bit strange.
After Ye Tianlang laughed for a while, he asked Feng's mother to take out a brown paper bag from the drawer.
"Feifei, this is for you."
Feng Ma placed the brown paper bag in front of Ye Feifei. Ye Feifei did not open it immediately. She turned to look at Ye Tianlang, "What is it?"
Ye Tianlang replied: "There are still some things that need you to do in the will."
Ye Feifei raised the corners of her lips and tapped the bag lightly with her finger, "The will should not be given to your son, why should it be given to me?"
What Ye Feifei meant was that Ye Tianlang should trust Ye Wenbo more than her.
"Because I trust you more!"
After hearing this, Ye Feifei pushed the brown paper bag forward and refused: "Thank you for your trust, but I'm not interested in your will, and I don't want to do anything for you. I'm not interested in being a pawn for others."
Ye Tianlang had long expected Ye Feifei's reaction. He smiled again, "You are not a pawn, you are the person I trust most."
"Pfft... it sounds good. But do you believe it? You haven't given me any care since I was born, and I don't like you either."
"Feifei, you... are my granddaughter." Ye Tianlang said suddenly.
Ye Feifei opened her eyes wide, granddaughter? What the hell is this? Did the bloody family ethics drama happen to her?
Feng's mother seemed to have anticipated Ye Feifei's reaction. She took out another document, opened it herself, and placed the document in front of Ye Feifei.