Heart attack

Chapter 138 People

Sheng Yan opened the door with ease, and then led her in. The single-family house would look lonely if there were fewer people.

The entrance of the gate is obliquely facing the stairway going upstairs, facing the hall and kitchen. The second floor is quiet and there is no sound, but there is a breath in the invisible corner on the right side of the hall on the first floor.

After a while, someone came out from there, who looked like a housekeeper or something, with a few strands of gray hair, but combed cleanly, with a straight body and a slightly youthful look.

He was a little distracted, and after a few seconds of reaction, he said, "Young master, why are you... Come in and tidy up."

After finishing speaking, he nodded towards Tang Hongyi.

Sheng Yan unpacked new slippers and handed them to Tang Hongyi's feet, and answered his question casually, "I'll just clean it up myself, is the master asleep yet?"

As soon as he asked the exit, someone came out from there. Before the figure appeared, the voice came first, "Who is here, Yan'er?"

"Yes, sir."

Then came out a white-haired old man. He held a crutch in his hand, but he stubbornly did not use the crutch. His face was slightly thin, and he looked very gentle with squinted eyes. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes would look a little old.

There are several seams hidden in the wrinkles, Sheng Minghuai obviously didn't expect that the feast would lead people here directly, with a somewhat incredulous gaze, "How did you make it like this?"

He asked, and Sheng Yan took off his coat while walking in and replied: "You have no news?"

Obviously it is a question sentence, but when it is spoken, it becomes a declarative sentence.

Sheng Minghuai didn't care about him, he frowned at the people behind him, "Who is this?"

"People." Sheng Yan tilted his head, provoking the topic of people that day.

"Nonsense, I still need you to talk about it!"

As soon as he got down on crutches, Sheng Yan didn't even hide, and quickly added: "This is paint."

The waving hands stopped, Sheng Minghuai didn't care about using this crutch, it seemed that he was very weak, but after carrying it around for more than ten years, it has long become a habit, and he is not willing to let the paint be ruined, "Go aside, get in the way."

He stretched out his hand to push away the feast, and woke up Tang Hong who was behind him with a dull face, "Little girl, come in quickly."

Tang Hongyi was still in a daze, so he took off his shoes and walked over in a daze, followed Sheng Minghuai's buttocks, walked past the feast, Tang Hongyi patted him carefully, and said with his eyes, "What's going on?"

The corner of Sheng Yan's mouth curled up, and he said bluntly, "This is my grandfather."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot to introduce it." Sheng Minghuai turned sideways, "I'm this brat's grandfather, you can call me whatever you want, you're welcome, treat him like your own family."

Tang Hong was also stunned for a few seconds, and then realized the words "my home", and suddenly smeared red.

Sheng Minghuai happened to see it, and he didn't understand the girl's twists and turns, thinking that the air conditioner was too high, "Is it a bit hot, do you want to adjust the temperature for you?"

"No, thank you Grandpa." Tang Hong also said.

Seeing the two of them sitting on the sofa, Sheng Yan put away his clothes, and smiled lightly at his embarrassment, "I'm going to take a shower, you two talk."

Sheng Minghuai ignored him, Tang Hong just squinted at him, and then he was attracted by Sheng Minghuai again, and he said, "Girl, what's your name?"

Sheng Yan snorted mockingly, was stared at by Sheng Minghuai, shrugged and went straight upstairs.

"My name is Tang Hongyi." Probably out of courtesy, Tang Hongyi set his eyes on Sheng Minghuai, and he hasn't glanced at him since he entered the room.

The main thing is to be polite, and the second is that there is no desire to inquire about other people's privacy.

"Hong Yi, it's good to come here late, and Hong Xia Yi Long Yin. It's really a good name."

This explanation is indeed a good name, but according to her understanding of Song Qingke, she probably can't come up with such a literary name, "It's my grandfather who interpreted it well."

(End of this chapter)