The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Also because of this incident, Wen Ya has been favored for decades, and even her children can enter the Bo family.

Especially after Mrs. Bo settled in Rongcheng, the Bo family in the capital was considered gentle and dominant, and their status should not be underestimated.

But Bo Yanqing and Bo Yuman never called her "grandma".

Just say "you".

"When did Grandpa's illness start?"

"About half a year ago, I was always dizzy at that time, especially after retiring from the Bo family. I was supposed to take care of myself, but the illness came to me, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Wen Ya sighed: "Let's chat, stay at home for dinner tonight, I'll prepare."

Bo Yanqing turned sideways to get out of the way.

Wen Ya walked to the door and turned back, looked in worriedly, and then closed the door lightly.

Bo Yanqing stood one meter away, with his hands flat on the edge of his trousers, his head slightly lowered, and his voice was low, "Grandpa."

The old man let out a soft "ah", which was a response. His voice was slightly hoarse. It should be that he hadn't spoken for a long time. It sounded rustling, with a heavy roughness, "I heard you came three days ago?"

"Come here, you didn't see me at that time."

The old man raised his eyelids and looked at him, his brows and eyes were slightly dim, but the color of prey was faintly visible in his eyes, which is not surprising. When he was young, he was powerful. Although he was sheltered by his ancestors, at that time the old man made a fortune. The power to save the already dilapidated family.

In terms of courage, Bo Yanqing thought that if he was of the same age, he would not be as cruel as the old man.

"Come on, give me a hand."

As soon as the old man stretched out his hand, Bo Yanqing consciously helped him up, and put two pillows behind him.

"You don't live at home even after returning to the capital, it's hard for your grandma Wen, you really don't want to set foot in this house?"

Bo Yanqing had a half-smile, "It doesn't mean that, I just wanted to ask you something."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man forcibly interrupted, "Boy, talk to me as soon as you come here, if I'm really sick and dying, I can't even open my mouth, don't you even want to look at me? "

The tip of Bo Yanqing's tongue touched the lower palate, a warm lamp was turned on by the bedside, the sunlight coming in from the window contrasted with the light, Bo Yanqing slightly raised his eyes, his eyes were inexplicably clouded.

"Sissy's poison, do you know about it?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, and he suddenly took a look at him, "Presumptuous! Who are you questioning?!"

Bo Yanqing stood up straight, "Do you know, or don't you know?"

"do not know!"

Bo Yan looked at him intently, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled coldly, "Okay, you rest."

He opened the drawer, and there was an old wooden box inside. The carvings on the top couldn't see the original appearance, and the edges were smooth. After touching it for a long time, there was a circle of white edges.

It is locked.

Bo Yanqing twisted the lock, twisted it hard, and pulled it down with force.

The box was opened, and there were quite a few keys inside. He picked it from left to right, and finally picked out a silver one, put it on his little finger with the key ring, and showed it to the old man.

"This one?"

The old man's face was shaking, and he was inexplicably agitated.

"It seems so."

Bo Yanqing put the key in his hand, turned around and left.

"What do you want to do?" The old man's breathless voice came from behind, with obvious anger.

But Bo Yanqing could hear the guard from this tone.

He turned his head halfway, his sharp-edged face was clearly under the light, but it was half-lit, and the coldness between his brows seemed to have faded.