Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qinglan could sense that something had happened.

She frowned slightly, and looked at the man with some concern, "You go to work first, let Wen Le drive you there, put me on the side of the road to sober up, I can take a taxi back by myself."

"It's okay, I'll take you back to Qinglan Waterside Pavilion first." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly, and comforted the girl in a deep voice.

No matter what, he couldn't leave Shi Qinglan by the side of the road.

Wen Le consciously stepped on the gas pedal to speed up the car, and Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and kept calling the old house with his mobile phone...

The old house of the Bo family chaebol.

Bo Chengru took a taxi and rushed back to the old house, with a smile on his face that was not as serious as usual, and he didn't know that the Bo family was going bald because of him.

The servants were relieved to see that he had finally returned home, so they immediately called Bo Yucheng.

After Bo Yucheng sent Shi Qinglan back to Qinglan Waterside Pavilion, he immediately let Wen Le gallop towards the old house, and walked into the villa with his slender legs, his whole body wrapped in a faint coldness.

"Yo, are you back?" Bo Chengru rolled his eyelids.

At the moment, he was looking through the jewelry boxes at home, all of which were left by his wife and Bo Yucheng's mother, picking and choosing which ones he wanted to pass on to his granddaughter-in-law.

Bo Yucheng frowned lightly, "Grandpa, why didn't you say hello when you returned home? You know how much Butler Qin and I are..."

"You can pull it down." Bo Chengru interrupted him mercilessly.

The old man straightened his back and put the jewelry box back to its original place. His vicissitudes of face showed a little bit of deepness. He leaned on a gloomy wooden cane with one hand, and turned around behind his back with the other hand.

With a sour tone, "If your grandson cared about me, you wouldn't throw me, an old man, abroad!"

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng couldn't help frowning slightly.

He was brought up by Bo Chengru since he was a child, and he has a deep relationship with his grandfather. Sending him abroad for recuperation is due to the advanced medical science there, and whenever he has time, he will go abroad to see him. He has never left him in a foreign hospital. Regardless of meaning.

"Why did you go back to China?" He pursed his thin lips and asked.

Bo Chengru looked sideways at him, and sneered, pretending not to care, and said, "Your grandpa, I will die soon, so I want to go back to the country to take a second look at you, grandson?"

"Grandpa." Bo Yucheng frowned even tighter.

His ink pupils sank slightly, "You are blessed with a strong body, and you are not allowed to say such things in the future."

Bo Chengru really believed in the nonsense about a strong body.

He turned his head back and turned his back to the man. His deep eyes were filled with vicissitudes and coolness. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he answered casually, "Ang."

He knows what his own body is like.

Even if the doctor didn't tell him, he could still feel that his body was not as good as before. It seemed that all the organs in his body had become disobedient, and sometimes it was difficult to walk two steps and do small things.

Going back to the country alone exhausted most of his strength for the rest of his life.

"Grandpa, I'll help you sit down." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly, and he took the old man's arm and helped him onto the chair.

Bo Chengru leaned on his cane and sat down slowly.

The seemingly simple daily movements were very strenuous for him to do, and the hand holding the cane trembled slightly.

Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes, and he could see that the back of the old man's hands was covered with wrinkles. Those once generous and warm palms now showed signs of age, and the skin was slightly wrinkled.

"What did the doctor say?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Bo Chengru waved his hand nonchalantly, "No cure, he told me to prepare for the funeral. I thought that I have spent most of my life working for the Bo family. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't walk outside. I just ran away." Come back."

Bo Yucheng's slightly drooping corners of his eyes suppressed the light in his pupils, and he said in a slightly low voice, "Grandpa, you just promised me..."

"Okay, I just lied to you to play." Bo Chengru interrupted him directly, "Your grandpa and I were lucky. I met a genius doctor who said he could cure my illness. You grandson, don't even think about getting rid of me so early. , I have to stare at you to get married before I die."

He blew his beard and stared sideways at the man.

He didn't want his grandson to worry about him, so he simply moved out the doctor girl he met at the airport, and even called her a miracle doctor, making up a lie to make his grandson feel at ease.

"Really?" Bo Yucheng looked at the old man with deep eyes.

Bo Chengru directly raised his crutches, "You really are a grandson! You don't like me when I say I'm going to die soon, and you don't believe me when I meet a genius doctor. What on earth do you want..."

"I don't believe you." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips lightly, "I will accompany you to see that miracle doctor in two days. It just so happens that I also know a miracle doctor who may be able to cure your illness."

Bo Chengru responded perfunctorily, and didn't pay attention to the miracle doctor that his grandson said, but when he heard that he wanted to take the initiative to meet the girl he met, his eyes suddenly became interested.

"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself." The old man knocked on the table, motioning for Bo Yucheng to sit beside him.

This is a tea table specially used for receiving guests. Two rosewood chairs are separated on both sides of the tea table, and a small-leaf rosewood tea tray is placed on it. The servant immediately came to make tea for the two of them.

Bo Yucheng strode steadily to another rosewood chair and sat down. Even in front of his family, he still stood upright, and the noble and elegant temperament exuding from his whole body did not diminish at all.

"Master Bo, Mr. Bo, please have some tea."

After the servant poured tea for the two respectfully, he consciously retreated to the side, leaving a separate space for the grandfather and grandson to talk.

Bo Yucheng casually picked up the teacup, a little puzzled by what grandpa meant, "What can I talk about?"

"What do you have to talk about... You have nothing to talk about with such a boring grandson, talk about my grandson's wife!" Bo Chengru gave him an angry look, and didn't give him a good look.

For him, his grandson-in-law is the most important thing when he returns home this time.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's brows could not help but lightly raised. He seemed to be thinking about something, he gently stroked the teacup with his fingertips, and continued to ask, "What's there to talk about, grandson-in-law?"

"You bastard..." Bo Chengru was so angry that his liver hurt, and he thought he was deliberately changing the subject.

Although Bo Yucheng was not too old, twenty-four years old was the golden age of a man, and he was not in a hurry to get married, but Bo Chengru urged him for many years because of his body.

But Bo Yucheng kept evading, saying that he had no plans in this regard, and that he was not interested in the famous daughters he introduced.

Later, seeing that he was urging her so hard that she was a little annoyed, she simply said that she already had a girl she liked, but she hadn't caught up with her yet, and told him not to continue trying to squeeze her.

Bo Chengru didn't believe a word about this!