Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Xuxu nodded, "Well."

"I don't remember you if you don't talk about the family." The old man in a wheelchair suddenly spoke. He looked up and looked at him vividly, blaming, "What the **** is going on with you and Yan San? This scandal keeps going, A Heng kind Be generous, but you also need to pay attention. "

"Grandpa, this is a misunderstanding."

The understatement explained her and her words.

Then she looked at Jiang Zhuoheng again, "A Heng, please take care of my grandpa first, I will be back in a while."

Jiang Zhuoheng said, "I'll send grandpa upstairs, and then I'll show you."

Xu Xu shook his head. "No, I'll go by car."

"Nothing, let A Heng take you away." Father Wen looked up and reprimanded, "The things that should be sorted out are clear, the young people who hate you now always do things out of water, not simply."

Then he turned the wheelchair by himself and turned around.

Lifelikely surprised, Grandpa was angry, and he was really angry.

In the impression, he was always giggling at her, like an old naughty boy, who hadn't really been angry with her for many years.

She didn't understand why Grandpa was angry, but she always felt that Grandpa couldn't wait to see what he said, and didn't want her to be emotionally involved with him.

The last time she and Yan Ru passed on the gossip, when he went to dinner with him at night, he also trained her a meal, but that time there was still a smile on his face.

The old man turned a corner and left in a wheelchair.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuoheng quickly grabbed the handle behind the wheelchair. "Grandpa, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the shop." The old man said dullly, clutching the wheel of the wheelchair with both hands, trying to move forward.

"Grandpa, don't be angry." Xuxu turned and looked at him, "I'm not going, let's go home."

As she walked over, clutching the handrail of the wheelchair, she repeated again, "I won't go."

The old man was satisfied with the "um" sound, and his face gradually eased.

After going upstairs, Jiang Zhuoheng sat on the sofa and played chess with his father, eating breakfast.

She looked at the assortment of breakfast at the table, some she liked, and some grandpa likes, squinting her lips tightly, her eyes staring.

These were brought by Jiang Zhuoheng from home in the morning, and everything was very careful.

"It doesn't count. I was thinking about something else just now."

The sound of the old man playing Laipi over the sofa came.

Looking at the past, the old man had a happy smile on his face ... a happy heart.

Look at Jiang Zhuoheng again, he smiled helplessly.

...

"Aheng, accompany me to the supermarket. The refrigerator is almost empty again."

After breakfast, Xuanxue packed the chopsticks, smiled slightly towards the sofa, and looked at Jiang Zhuoheng.

Jiang Zhuoheng heard the words, without hesitation, and nodded, "Okay, let's bring grandpa with us."

Before the words fell, he was rejected by the old man, "You two go, I just want to sleep for a while."

He waved his hand, then turned the wheelchair and prepared to return to the room.

"Then I will put you in bed first."

Jiang Zhuoheng got up and sent the old man back to the room to settle down before coming out. Xuanxu just came out of the room, and the two bumped into each other.

Jiang Zhuoheng glanced at the lifelike clothes, light gray loose sweater on the upper body, black pencil pants of the same brand, ponytail.

Unlike what she had previously worn, she looked thinner and smaller.

"Let's go." Xu Xu stepped forward, reaching for Jiang Zhuoheng's arm, his movement was natural and generous.