Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

Leng Zhongyu and him were treated differently. He was his own and was raised by his side since childhood, while he was just a child born to a woman he didn't like, so he didn't need to pay too much attention.

Mr. Leng's expression became more and more complicated, "I'm not..."

Qi Rui didn't look at him again, "Keep playing, band."

With a wave of his hand, the music played softly, and the crowd continued to dance, extremely lively, as if nothing had happened.

Leng Qirui danced lightly with his wife in his arms, as if nothing had happened.

Looking at his son's figure, old man Leng hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed and walked out quietly.

Zixuan kept staring at Mr. Leng, feeling a little sour in his heart, "Grandpa is going to fight us to the end?"

Chen Xuan asked indifferently, "Do you think he can fight well?"

Zixuan thought about it in a blink of an eye, that's right, grandpa doesn't have much real power in his hands, how can he have that ability?

He smiled unkindly, "Hehe, you should take care of yourself when you're older, what are you bothering about?"

Will you become a fool when you get old?

Chen Xuan looked careless, "He's just such a hobby of raising scum, forget it."

Just think of raising a dog and play with the old man.

Zixuan looked at him with admiration, "Brother, you are so black-bellied."

His brother is so cold, but he is really capable, so calm and imposing.

Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What did you say?"

Zixuan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I mean, you are so powerful, you have a good accent, and you are all kinds of tall."

He flatters wildly, brother's flattering must be done well, hehe.

Chen Xuan shook his head helplessly, this younger brother is a treasure and a pistachio.

The house is very lively, but the outside is deserted, and the white lights on the deck look so cold.

The young man was drenched, his face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and he lay motionless on the deck, as if he had lost his breath.

Jiang Yaner hugged him and cried miserably.

"Go get a doctor, go quickly." The old man Leng's heart was in sharp pain, and ordered his servants to put the child in, boil water, change clothes, take a hot bath, and a group of people worked around.

The doctor arrived in a hurry, looked at A Yu's face, asked someone to make a pot of ginger tea, and poured it in mouthfuls.

After filling two cups, A Yu's complexion gradually improved, and his head and feet were no longer so cold.

His eyelashes moved, half awake.

Old man Leng rushed over and held his grandson's arm tightly, feeling extremely agitated.

"Ayu, how are you? Are you feeling better? You can't have anything to do, promise grandpa, you must live."

The doctor said that his condition is very bad, he will have pneumonia at any time, and there is even a possibility of...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he couldn't imagine the scene of losing his grandson.

This child grew up without being by his side, and he didn't come back to him until this age. After a few days of good life, he became like this. How could he not feel distressed?

A Yu opened his eyes, stared at him blankly for a while, two big tears flowed down, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm dying, I can no longer be filial to you, I will be your grandson in the next life, since I was a child I will raise you by your side, give you old age, take care of you and be filial to you..."

What he said was intermittent, weak, and his voice was very soft and low, but the old man heard it clearly, and he became more and more sad.

"Don't say any more, Ayu, you will be fine, just trust Grandpa, I will definitely save you."