Mr. Gao Leng Fu is addicted to doting his wife

Chapter 322 Death
After hanging up the phone, Fu Yushi walked in, reached out and stroked Xi Bao's thick black hair, seeing his teary eyes, softened his voice.

"Bring auntie and child with you!"

Fu Yushi didn't say much before, Jiang Cheng naturally understood.

When Jiang Cheng and Fu Yushi passed by, the Su family's old house was brightly lit, even a lot of lights were added in the courtyard of the villa.

As soon as Jiang Cheng got out of the car, he was welcomed in by Uncle Liu, who was in charge of the Su family.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, Jiang Cheng asked Aunt Gong to take Xi Bao who was sleeping in the quilt directly to the second floor, while she and Fu Yushi went directly to Su Tianqi's room on the first floor.

The Su family stood in front of Su Tianqi's bed in black clothes.

When Jiang Cheng entered the door, he saw an old man in a wishful auspicious pattern shroud lying on a big white bed.

Su Tianqi's expression was serene, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

Jiang Cheng's tears fell uncontrollably.

She had only met her grandfather formally a few times, and she spoke very little. In Jiang Cheng's impression, this tall and thin old man always had a frail body, with shallow breathing, few words, and eyes But gentle and comforting.

With his right hand wrapped in a big warm hand, Jiang Cheng turned his head, his tearful eyes were surrounded by a pair of deep eyes.

The two looked at each other, then knelt down and kowtowed three times in Su Tianqi's direction.

"Your grandfather passed away very peacefully. He fell asleep. He didn't say anything. He passed away with no regrets or pain." Su Chongyi's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were red, but his expression was quite calm.

As the head of the family, Su Chongde saw that the juniors had arrived, so he briefly talked about Su Tianqi's funeral arrangements.

Su Tianqi died directly at the old house, and was not arranged to go to the funeral home. His death was explained at the beginning, and Kang Shuyu also agreed, so he directly set up a mourning hall at the Su family's old house.

On the second day after Su Tianqi's death, the two brothers of the Su family brought his body to the cremation room with several younger generations of the family, and brought out the silver-gray box containing his ashes, and placed them in the mourning hall set up by the Su family. The middle.

According to the customs in Lincheng, when Su Tianqi passed away at the age of eighty, it was considered a happy funeral, and there was no crying during the whole process of farewell and burial.

Su Tianqi's ashes ushered in the third day. The Su family's old house demolished the mourning hall on time at [-]:[-] noon, and Su Yuyang, a grandson, carried his ashes to the eastern cemetery, where there was a cemetery that the Su family had bought long ago.

Su Tianqi's cemetery is located in the central location with the best Fengshui. The Su family paid to build a small waterfall fountain inside, and transplanted some pines and cypresses.

The older generation pays attention to being buried in the ground. As long as they have the ability, the dead are still willing to be buried in the cemetery instead of in the window.

The Su family chose to bury Su Tianqi directly, and set up a small tombstone in front of the piled grave.

On the day of sending Su Tianqi away, the sky was drizzling with light rain. The two brothers Su Chongde and Su Chongyi took their respective family members and juniors and stood on both sides. They bowed and thanked those who came to pay their respects.

Jiang Cheng was wearing a black windbreaker and trousers, which were tightly covered by Fu Yushi, who was holding a black umbrella.

On the second day after returning from the cemetery, Jiang Cheng felt top-heavy in the morning and had a stuffy nose. He didn't know he had a fever until he touched it.

"Did the wind blow yesterday?" Fu Yushi handed over a glass of warm water, picked up Jiang Cheng's upper body and put it in his arms.

From now on, it was the first time Fu Yushi saw Jiang Cheng was sick and weak, he lost his usual lively and cunning, and became quiet.

"Well, I guess it's a bit stuffy, just drink some cold medicine." Jiang Cheng shrugged his nose, feeling much smoother.

"Yuyang still has something to do. I'll ask the doctor at home to take a look at it for you first. If it doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital." Fu Yushi put away the empty glass and helped Jiangcheng lie down.

Just now, Jiang Cheng's voice was very nasal, most likely he had a cold.

"See a Chinese medicine doctor, Xibao still needs to breastfeed." Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered his mission, and reached out to grab Fu Yushi's clothes.

Fu Yushi was dressed in black, and was caught by a small white hand, making him look particularly eye-catching.

"it is good!"

He rubbed Jiang Cheng's cold little hands between his fingers, and put them under the duvet when he felt that they were not as cold as before.

Half an hour later, an old Chinese medicine doctor from a traditional Chinese medicine hospital came. He looked like he was in his sixties, with sharp eyes and wrong words. He didn't look like a visiting doctor.

Jiang Cheng felt that it was not polite to lie on the bed, so he went downstairs with his dizzy head on his head, greeted the old Chinese doctor, and sat down to let him feel his pulse.

About a quarter of an hour later, the old Chinese doctor withdrew his hand and asked Jiang Cheng a few more questions.

Indeed, as Jiang Cheng said, she had a cold and a cold this time, and she would be cured after taking a few medicines.

"Is it true that Mrs. Fu doesn't get sick often for a year, but every time she gets sick, it's so violent that she can't recover for a long time?" The old Chinese medicine doctor asked after prescribing the medicine.

Jiang Cheng nodded. In fact, she didn't get sick last winter. Every other winter, she would have a serious illness, and it wouldn't take half a month for her to recover.

The old Chinese doctor touched his chin habitually, and gave Jiang Cheng a pulse.

"Mrs. Fu's body is very cold, and she has relieved after giving birth, but she still needs to take care of herself."

"I drank traditional Chinese medicine for a while at this time last year..." Before Jiang Cheng could speak, Fu Yushi told the story of seeing a Chinese medicine doctor, and even said which Chinese medicine doctor to go to.

The old Chinese doctor who came was introduced by Su Yuyang, so he naturally knew the old Chinese doctor that Jiang Cheng had seen last year. He was the most respected and respected person in the Chinese medicine circle in Lincheng!

After explaining the precautions and the method of using the medicine, Fu Yushi asked Li Zhong to send the old Chinese doctor away, and brought back the traditional Chinese medicine by the way.

At noon, Jiang Cheng had no appetite, so she wore a two-layer mask to feed Xi Bao, drank a few mouthfuls of porridge by herself, and drank the boiled Chinese medicine before going to bed.

"Is it different to let him drink milk powder a few times?" Fu Yushi put Jiang Cheng down on the bed and covered her with a duvet.

Jiang Cheng drank two cups of hot water in the morning, and the fever subsided. The doctor said it would not affect the baby's breastfeeding.

"He doesn't drink, and he's going to howl again when he gets anxious. I'm dizzy, but I can't stand his fuss."

Jiang Cheng felt a little hot and exposed his arms.

"Aren't you going to work?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Jiang Cheng answered the phone call from the company just now, asking Fu Yushi when he signed the contract in the afternoon. Fu Yushi wanted to postpone it by two days, but Jiang Cheng stopped him at that time.

"I'm fine. I'm going to sleep after taking the medicine. Go sign the contract and buy me a copy of Henderson's egg yolk pastry."

Fu Yushi put Jiang Cheng's arms back into the quilt, and pulled the quilt up again.

He knew that it was true that Jiang Cheng wanted to eat salted egg yolk crisps, but he mainly used this as an excuse so that he would not delay the signing of the contract.

This kind of quiet concern made my heart feel soft and comfortable like being soaked in warm water.

(End of this chapter)