Chapter 1150: I can’t help you for a few more years
Yan Chi’s hands shook and he sent it out.
Soon, Bo Yanqing called, and Yan Chi looked at Nan Jiaojiao dumbly, "Sister, should I answer the call?"
Nan Jiaojiao answered it for him and returned Before Bo Yanqing could speak, she said first, "Call me on my mobile phone."
Bo Yanqing said "OK" and hung up the phone.
"I'm going back, Brother Chi, walk slowly."
These words should be as perfunctory as possible.
Yan Chi unbuckled his seat belt and called to Nan Jiaojiao who had already gotten out of the car, "Wait a moment, Wanting has brought you something."
He opened the trunk.
She carried one bag out of two bags of snacks.
Yan Chi reminded her: "This is all for you. If it's hard for you to carry it, I'll help you carry it."
"Isn't it from Wanting? There are two bags, and you have a share."< br>
Is it divided like this?
He likes to eat the snacks that little girls like to eat. It would be a waste to let him go. He thinks that Nan Jiaojiao is lazy and doesn’t want to carry them. He was going to carry them for her, but suddenly he found two in his pocket. Can of beer.
Nan Jiaojiao doesn’t drink.
So this is for him?
Yan Chi actually felt happy. He closed the trunk and handed the oden in a thermal bag to Nan Jiaojiao.
"Take this back. You can eat it if you're hungry at night. I have some too."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao took it, carried one in each hand, and headed towards the apartment building. She walked in and took out her phone after entering the elevator. Bo Yanqing sent her a message, specifically writing down the floor and number.
As soon as I got home, his phone number came to me like it was on the spot.
Nan Jiaojiao asked first: "Aren't you coming back tonight?"
Bo Yanqing choked back, "Grandpa fell ill suddenly and was rescued in the afternoon. We have nothing to talk about today. , I have to wait until tomorrow."
After thinking about it, he asked, "I'll come back. You're afraid of being alone at night."
"I'm not afraid." She almost agreed. She thought about the distance in her mind, and when Bo Yanqing went out in the morning, out of curiosity, she navigated to Bo's house, which was more than an hour away. "You come back tonight and have to go tomorrow, so why not just stay there for one night instead of going back and forth."
Bo Yanqing walked to a quiet place and opened the window. A little wind hit his face, and his voice softened unconsciously, "Are you really not afraid?"
"Not afraid, I see. The cartoon will go to bed soon."
"Then call me after you take a shower and I'll coax you."
Nan Jiaojiao was just going to heat up the oden. Listen. When he said this, he suddenly didn't want to eat it.
"Then you wait for me to call you back."
Bo Yanqing chuckled, "Okay, wash it slowly."
He waited for Nan Jiaojiao to hang up, but she was confused. I just put down the phone and ignored it. The call was always on and Bo Yanqing didn't hang up.
He planned to wait for her to come out, but when he looked up, he saw Aunt Wen coming down from upstairs.
The soft color between the eyebrows faded away instantly.
"Yan Qing, are you still asleep?"
Bo Yanqing cut off the call and asked in a cold voice: "How is grandpa?"
"I just took off the ventilator and he is much more stable. , It’s an old problem. In fact, it hasn’t happened again for a long time. This time it was an accident.”
Bo Yanqing sneered and said in an unclear way: “It’s quite a coincidence.”
“Yan. Qing..."
"I'll stay here tonight. Grandpa will wake up and tell me tomorrow."
Bo Yanqing kicked the phone into his trouser pocket, raised his hand to get the crutch, propped it under his arm, and slowly walked down the steps.
Aunt Wen saw that his legs and feet were inconvenient, so she called two servants to come over and help him.
As if she were a hostess.
She looked at Bo Yanqing's back, not knowing where the misunderstanding came from, and subconsciously took up the identity of the elder, "Yan Qing, your grandpa is old. He hopes you can come back the most. He can't help you for a few more years. , Headquarters, you can’t always let it go. Before your grandfather got sick, he was still talking about you.”
(End of this chapter)