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Chapter 101 I am your grandson's guardian angel!
After Han Mo Chen left, Mrs. Han glanced at the porridge on the bedside table.

After thinking for a while, Wei Wei picked up the porridge.

He tried his best to stuff a mouthful of the porridge into his mouth.

"Cough...cough..."

Before it was in his mouth for a second, the porridge was spat out by Mrs. Han.

Han Qianxiao hid in the dark watching this scene, her heart ached slightly.

She could see that Mrs. Han had already worked very hard, trying not to worry her grandson, supporting her body, and not wanting to be a trouble and burden to others.

But her body's instinctive conditioned reflex made her unable to eat.

After another 10 minutes, after Mrs. Han lay down completely, turned off the light and fell asleep, Han Qianxiao dared to come out from the place next to the cabinet.

She glanced at the porridge that Old Madam Han put aside, dipped her finger in it, and smelled it.

The strong taste of traditional Chinese medicine must be that the Han family deliberately mixed the medicine and porridge together in order to recuperate Mrs. Han's body. It is not only easy to eat, but also effective in treatment.

Suddenly, Han Qianxiao licked her fingers that had just been dipped in the medicine porridge, and frowned fiercely.

The taste of this porridge...

"Who's there?"

Suddenly, the person on the bed called out in an old voice, which almost scared Han Qianxiao out of his soul.

The old lady!why are not you sleeping?
The room was completely dark. In the darkness, the old man on the bed could only see a small black figure beside the bed, but could not see his face clearly.

Seeing that the black shadow didn't speak, Mrs. Han started talking to herself again.

"I am an old bone, do I still have to go to see Lord Hades after all? You...are you a kid from hell?"

A certain brat: "..."

The old lady is out of her mind!

"When will you take me away, kid, how long can I... live? I haven't been able to say goodbye to my grandson, I..."

A certain brat: "I'm not a brat, you are dreaming, you can live a long time, you can live a long life!"

Han Qianxiao didn't know what this old Mrs. Han was thinking. Her grandson was desperately trying to save her, but she kept thinking that she would go to see Lord Yan. Is this appropriate?

Han Mochen found out, and felt sad again.

Han Qianxiao had never seen Han Mochen caring about anyone, the only thing she saw was the old lady she saw today.

This shows that Han Mochen still has someone he cares about.

Now that Han Qianxiao has caught up with this mess, she definitely won't let something happen to someone whom Master Chen cares about.

"This... this is a dream... I... I'm not dead yet." Mrs. Han stared blankly at the black figure, murmuring.

"Grandma... can I, can I call you that?"

"Good boy, who are you and why did you appear in my old guy's dream?"

"I...I am..."

Han Qianxiao hesitated for a while, then said flickeringly, "I am your grandson's guardian angel!"

Mrs. Han: "..."

Han Qianxiao was a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and said: "You don't need to think too much, as long as you can rest assured and get well soon, it will be the greatest comfort to your grandson."

It doesn't matter, anyway, the old lady thought she was dreaming, and flickered casually.

"But my illness has been dragging on for more than two years, and I haven't recovered."

Delayed more than two years?
Han Qianxiao frowned slightly.

No wonder Master Chen hasn't been to the orphanage since the last farewell. It must be because of Mrs. Han's illness that he has no heart to worry about other things.

(End of this chapter)