Dangerous President: Girl, you have been arrested

Chapter 158

The solemn wooden door is a little heavy at the moment.


Xing Kong held the doorknob and stared at the wooden door.


Shen Zhiyao pressed her shoulder from behind.


Xingkong took a deep breath before pushing the door open.


The light in the room was very dark, and there were two figures motionless in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows.


The taller one is a caregiver who seems impatient.


From time to time, she looked at her mobile phone, fiddled with her hair, and seemed to be able to ease the boring atmosphere only by doing small movements.


The lower one is Shen Xinyang who is sitting in a wheelchair.


The moment Xingkong looked at his back, he couldn't help crying.


Feeling unspeakably sad and depressed, Xing Kong felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, so he took a few steps and walked gently behind Shen Xinyang.


The nurse turned her head, was startled, looked at the starry sky, and said angrily, "Don't approach casually! The old man will be afraid of strangers!"


Shen Zhiyao closed the door, looked at the nurse, "Don't make noise—"


When the nurse saw him, he immediately calmed down, a little guilty of his neglect of the old man, and retreated wisely.


Xing Kong walked up to Shen Xinyang, knelt down, held his withered hand, choked up, "Grandpa..."


Shen Xinyang's eyes just stared straight ahead at a certain place in front of him, his eyes were blurred and out of focus, and his cloudy vision completely lost its former brilliance.


Xingkong put his hand on his cheek and called him in a low voice, "Grandpa, I'm Xiaoxing... I'm back, I'm not filial, I haven't come back to see you for four years, are you going to beat me ……grandfather……"


Xingkong looked at Shen Xinyang.


He is so thin now that he has completely changed, which made her feel heartbroken.


The nurse at the side realized that the young woman in front of him was the eldest lady of the Shen family, and comforted him, "Miss Shen, don't be too sad, the old man is already old, and the man who fell from upstairs at that time It was a serious injury at the time, and now it’s pretty good to be able to recover to this state.”


Xing Kong suddenly looked up at her, "Grandpa fell from upstairs?"


Shen Zhiyao narrowed his eyes, glanced displeased at the talkative nurse, and said in a cold tone, "The old man's legs and feet are not flexible, so don't always bring up minor accidents—you go down and prepare some potion, and I'll wash Dad's feet."


The nurse nodded quickly and ran out quickly.


Xingkong looked at Shen Zhiyao, "What happened to grandpa? When did it happen?"


Shen Zhiyao walked to her side and straightened Shen Xinyang's collar, "It was a long time ago that he slipped on the steps outside the door, but it's not a big problem, it will be fine after a while."


Xingkong was a little annoyed, "It's nothing? Grandpa is nothing, why would he sit here and not even speak a word, and don't even know anyone!"


Shen Zhiyao frowned, and looked down at her, "I told you not to get excited, where did you hear it? He had a cerebral hemorrhage later, it's good fortune to be able to save his life—"


Xingkong knew that she lost her temper with him for no reason, but seeing her grandfather like this, she blamed herself and felt heartbroken.


Shen Zhiyao stroked her hair, "Don't be like this - people are born, old, sick and die, this is the destiny, no one can reverse it."


Starry Sky stared at him.


The indifference on his face made her feel... very dazzling.


Shen Zhiyao was not happy that she looked at him with such eyes, and frowned slightly, just as he was about to say something, the door opened.


The nurse came in with a footbath, and the air suddenly smelled of Chinese medicine.


The nurse put down the footbath and squatted down to roll up Shen Xinyang's trouser legs.


Xingkong pressed her hand, "I'll do it."


The nurse looked at Shen Zhiyao, Shen Zhiyao nodded, and she backed away.


Xing Kong rolled up Shen Xinyang's trouser legs, took off his socks, and tried the water temperature. Just in time, she looked at the nurse, "What kind of medicine is this? Is there any use?"


The nurse froze for a moment, and looked at Shen Zhiyao with consulting eyes.


"It's some medicine for invigorating Qi—"

Shen Zhiyao also squatted down and looked at her, "Your grandpa sleeps poorly at night. I asked the doctor. He took Chinese medicine and said that it is used to soak feet to promote blood circulation and improve sleep."


Xing Kong pursed his lower lips, put Shen Xinyang's feet into the foot tub, and gently wiped him with a towel, sobbing, "Did Grandpa suffer a lot...Is there nothing you can do...His illness..."


Shen Zhiyao lowered his eyes and sighed, "In fact, he understands, but he can't express it. He knows everything in his heart-you are by his side, and you can talk to him well. It's impossible to go back to the way it was before, but maybe a miracle will come. Happened, maybe one day he can talk and move."


Xingkong's tears fell into the water, his hands trembling a little, "Maybe...a miracle...Shen Zhiyao, I feel bad, why am I so cruel and haven't come back for four years..."


Shen Zhiyao held her wrist.


"A Yao!"


A call came from the door.


Wu Zhiyu stood at the door, looked at Shen Zhiyao, "Come and drink the soup, it's almost cold, I won't come down even after waiting for you."


Shen Zhiyao turned his head, "Wait a little longer, don't worry."


Wu Zhiyu frowned unhappily when he saw his hands soaked in the traditional Chinese medicine, "Go and wash your hands, it smells bad every time—don't forget about soaking them, wouldn't it be better to take some sleeping pills?"


Xing Kong's heart was so blocked, listening to her harsh words, it was a little unbearable, staring at Wu Zhiyu, "Sleeping pills have side effects—Auntie."


Wu Zhiyu saw her confronting him tit for tat, and sneered, "Miss, you don't know the sufferings of the world—do you know that although your grandfather can't speak or move, he can toss about, and he moans in the middle of the night Noisy, not letting people rest on purpose, A Yao is a filial son who takes care of him, it is impossible for another person to do this!"


Shen Zhiyao held down Xingkong, looked at Wu Zhiyu, and raised his eyebrows, "My father still said what to do - I will stay here with Xingkong for a while, you go back to the room first, and I will bring you a gift later."


Xingkong looked at Wu Zhiyu, and swallowed the rebuttal——


After all, she is A Yao's mother.


The relationship between her and her was too rigid, and it was difficult for him to be caught in the middle.


Xingkong turned his head to wash his grandfather's feet, feeling that he was lonely in this place alone. .


Is he having trouble sleeping at night?


Wu Zhiyu closed the door awkwardly and left.


Xing Kong looked up at Shen Zhiyao, "I want to take Grandpa to my side to take care of myself."


The nurse hurriedly said, "Miss, I did my best to the old man, I did nothing wrong, please don't fire me...Mr. Shen..."


Shen Zhiyao looked at the starry sky, "It's unrealistic for you to do this. Grandpa has been here for decades, and he is not used to you taking him away. What's more, there are all kinds of servants and nurses here, and the cook is the most suitable for him. You take him away. , he will only be unable to sleep even more."


Xingkong looked at him, "I can take the chef there with me, is there anyone who will take care of grandpa more attentively than me? I won't impatiently play around with him, I will go out with him instead of all day Stuffy at home!"


Shen Zhiyao was a little impatient, "It's night now, and the nurse will take him out every evening and early morning, so don't mess around if you feel sad, how do you know that the care given to him here is not the best?"


Xingkong bit his lip, "Is it foolish for me to take care of my grandfather? Shen Zhiyao, do you understand how I feel now?"


"I do not understand you?".


Shen Zhiyao asked coldly, "I don't understand that you would tell you to calm down in advance? Four years later, you are still the same impulsive spirit."


Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief, took a towel and wiped Shen Xinyang's feet, "I'm not as calm and rational as you. I saw grandpa suffering, and I just want to accompany him well. If you think this is called impulsiveness, then well, I don't Grow up, I've always been like this."


Shen Zhiyao looked at her, "Xiao Xing, this is my biological father, do you think I will make him suffer? I didn't say that I won't let you stay with him, what I mean is don't move his living environment casually, you will Let his mood fluctuate even more."


Xing Kong didn't speak, he put down his trousers and put on his socks for Shen Xinyang.


She got up and looked at Shen Zhiyao, "I want to be alone with Grandpa for a while, I know you are in charge here, can I trouble you to go out for a while?"


Shen Zhiyao stared at her with cold eyes.


After a long time, he got up, glanced at the nurse, "come out."


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After everyone went out, Xingkong opened the window, and the breath in the room finally flowed.


She pushed Shen Xinyang away from the window, moved a stool to sit beside him, held his hand, looked at him, and called softly, "Grandpa, did you not reply to my letter because you were sick? You posted the photos and called, but I thought you were angry with me and didn't reply, so I never contacted my family...you blame me, don't you? "


Xing Kong wiped away the tears on the back of his hand, "Grandpa, I have grown up now, I used to pester you to make you distressed, now I am back, I will take care of you..."


Looking at the sparse white hair on his head, Xing Kong felt even more uncomfortable.


He got up to find a comb, and came over to comb Shen Xinyang's hair carefully.


Thinking of all the things I had been with my grandfather since I was a child, I couldn't restrain my sadness, so I hugged Shen Xinyang's neck and cried bitterly.


After crying for a long time, Xingkong controlled his emotions, wiped away his tears, and suddenly discovered that Shen Xinyang's eyes were also dripping with tears!


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Coming out of the room, Xing Kong went directly to the study.


As soon as the door was pushed open, she suddenly exploded——


Looking back, a servant who came out from the front with a tray happened to pass by.


Xing Kong walked up a few steps and stopped the man, "I ask you, who asked you to change the study? What is it now? The utility room?"


The servant was taken aback, seeing her angry look, he hesitated a few words, "Yes... it was the wife who asked her..."


"Where did the original books go?"


Xingkong tried his best to restrain himself.


"My wife told us to sort it out and donate it to the orphanage."


"Who asked you to donate it! It contains the treasures that grandpa has collected all his life!".


The star air is terrible.


The servant murmured, "It's my wife who asked me...it's not something we decided on our own..."


Xing Kong gritted his teeth, "Ma'am, grandpa won't like anyone to touch his book, and now he has donated it. How do you do things? You can listen to anyone, right?"


The sound of the starry sky was a little loud, reaching the ears of the people in the opposite room.


Wu Zhiyu came out of the bedroom, leaned against the door frame, and gathered the shawl on her body, "Is the eldest lady unhappy that I changed the study? Don't blame me for this. This is what your grandfather meant. He said before that he would donate it to welfare. Courtyard, when you come back from drinking foreign ink, you should have such an awareness—I, an uneducated woman, know that doing good deeds is good deeds, why are you still heartbroken over a few books?"


Xingkong looked at her, "When did grandpa tell you to turn his favorite study into a utility room, and when did he tell you to donate all the books? Many of those books were manuscripts donated by his writer friends. I would like to ask, what did grandpa say, he will tell you to donate all the books and not keep a single one, forgive me, even if you kill me, I will not believe it!"


Wu Zhiyu fiddled with the tassels of the shawl lazily, "Once a person dies, everything is false. Now that your grandfather has one foot in the coffin, can you use your thinking to guess what he thinks? It's just a few books, and I'm considered It’s not a capital offense to donate by mistake, I don’t understand, and no one marked me as ‘this book can’t be donated’, do you have to compare it with me?”


Xingkong was trembling, "Grandpa, he will get better! You can't say that about him!"


Wu Zhiyu raised his eyebrows lazily, "What can't be said about him? He's dying? One foot in the coffin? But it's the truth."


Xingkong's shoulders trembled and he stared at her, "Please respect my grandpa! He can get better, and he will be sad to hear that!"


Wu Zhiyu laughed, "It's too pedantic for you to read too much. The doctor said that he was suffering if he didn't die. You still insist on it. I don't know if your grandfather should blame you or be happy to have such a filial granddaughter—— Ah, he should be happy, after all he was picked up, he should be happy to be able to protect him like this, people’s hearts are so unpredictable now, it’s rare enough to come back, although I don’t know if he is still thinking about this big business.”


Xingkong's tone was a bit harsh, "I'm still the eldest lady of this family, I don't need anyone's permission to do anything - listen, you'd better get back some of grandpa's thread-bound books, those are his treasures, you How can you just donate it casually!"


Just as Wu Zhiyu was about to speak, she raised her eyes and saw the tall man at the top of the stairs, she immediately lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Yu, did you hear that, the eldest lady has spoken - go and ask, but I can't find it, I'm afraid it's me There’s not even a place to stand.”


"What's up?".


Shen Zhiyao answered the phone and went upstairs. Seeing this posture, he knew in his heart that there was another conflict.


Looking at Xingkong made her face turn red, and then she looked at Wu Zhiyu talking softly to the servant with her eyes lowered.


He frowned, and looked at the starry sky, "What's the matter? I heard you yelling from afar, so please talk—"


Xing Kong glanced at him, said nothing, and turned back into the study.


The desks were piled up in the corner, and the room was in a mess.


She stepped over the clutter, leaned over and opened the drawer to rummage through things.


Shen Zhiyao walked into the door, stared at her, and said in a somewhat impatient tone, "Shen Xingkong, can you be more mature? You can't hear me talking to you, can you?"


Xing Kong pulled out the drawer vigorously, dumped out the contents and flipped through them.


Shen Zhiyao looked at her, and angrily kicked away the cardboard box in front of him.


"Is that enough? What's wrong with you? We're about to lose our temper right after we got back. Do you think it's reasonable for you to be angry?—Everything is fine at home. You didn't get angry because the nurse didn't push grandpa down the stairs. You are clamoring to pick him up, and now you are yelling at my mother because the study room was moved. Do you know what the room is for? It’s a baby room! My mother prepared it before I picked you up, she We need to free up a room to use as a playroom for our future grandson! What do you think, there should be a limit to self-will!"


Xingkong rummaged through several drawers, but couldn't find them. She turned her back to Shen Zhiyao, not wanting to look back at him, not wanting to speak.


She now had tears in her throat and eyes.


"Are you looking for this?"


Wu Zhiyu walked in from the door, holding a big envelope in his hand.


Looking at the starry sky who turned around and glared at her, she spoke softly, "Are you asking for a letter from your grandfather? I kept it, and I was afraid that you would be unhappy if your letter was opened, so I didn't move it. Your grandfather also I can’t read it, so I just put it like this all the time, you take it back, and read it to your grandpa now.”


Xing Kong walked over, staggered a few steps when tripped by the debris on the floor, and snatched the paper bag.


She looked at Wu Zhiyu, "Since grandpa can't see it, why didn't you tell me about his situation earlier? I called back and you listened, why didn't you tell me? Tell me I'll be back, come back to see him sooner, no As for the four years, let me stay outside without knowing anything!"


Wu Zhiyu looked at her, and said aggrievedly, "Xingkong, when you left, you swore to be independent, not wanting money from the family, not having family relationships, and your grandfather and I wholeheartedly supported you like this. Later, when he fell ill, he also I said don’t bother you, I want you to study and live there with peace of mind, so I didn’t tell you. Later, his condition got worse, and I was too busy taking care of him. I didn’t have time to tell you. Later, when he stabilized, I thought about him Don't bother you, so I have been hesitating not to tell you... You can blame me, I hindered your grandparents from getting together, blame me, I don't think about you..."


Xing Kong looked at her, "What are you thinking about, ask yourself."


"small star!"


Shen Zhiyao's face was icy cold, and he looked at her with great displeasure, "I have reminded you, don't be rude to my mother - do you think that you are the only one who is sad when your grandpa has become like this? Everyone present is his My dearest relative, even closer than you, what you are doing now is pouring salt on my mother's heart, you know? Without her taking care of Dad these years, he would never be where he is today—"


Xingkong looked at the wronged Wu Zhiyu, and then at Shen Zhiyao who was holding back his anger, sighed deeply, holding the big envelope, "You are mother and son, mother and son are connected - I know I shouldn't overestimate myself with you The position, I was impulsive just now, and my tone was not good, I apologize, I am not in the right mood tonight, I don’t want to make more mistakes, I want to go back to my room to be with my grandpa now, I have done this to both of you Unhappy place?"


Shen Zhiyao narrowed his eyes and stared at her.


Xingkong glanced at the two of them, then walked out with the envelope in his arms, passing by his side.


She knew he was angry and she could understand him.


If my mother suffered so much for herself, she would protect her desperately and prevent anyone from disrespecting her——


But understanding does not mean accepting completely.


Xingkong feels that this house has no shadow of the old home at all. From the inside to the outside, the scenery and furnishings, the owner and the servants have all changed——


Back in Shen Xinyang's bedroom, she closed the door.


She felt that it was very depressing here.


She still feels that way, grandpa.


Is grandpa just like her, just want to get out of here and get some air?


[Freshly out of the oven, writing and posting now~ This chapter has more than 6000 words, all pinched together in the third shift~ I'm sleepy, everyone go to bed early~ Good night~ Remember to throw out tickets before good night. Three monthly tickets, I wonder if there is no one stopping me...>_<Torturing is healthier, see you tomorrow~]

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