Song Ziyan, who thought he had succeeded in pulling Song Yitong and Song Yiyang into his camp, focused on packing up his things.

The day before going to YYBF, early in the morning, Song Ziyan went to buy large bags of things and went to the Beicheng Sanatorium.

Entering the gate of the sanatorium, Song Ziyan walked straight from a small road to a single-person courtyard.

Finding that there was no one in the yard, he pushed the door directly into the villa.

"Grandma Chen, are you there? I've come to see you! ”

Song Ziyan looked at Chen Wenci, who was really reading the newspaper sitting on the sofa, and walked over in three steps and two steps.

Song Ziyan put the things he brought on the wooden table, sat on the sofa and gave a bear hug to an amiable old lady.

"Why is Xiao Song here today, isn't it not the end of the month?" Chen Wenci hugged Song Ziyan and teased: "You still bring so many things, do you want to feed Grandma Chen to be an old fat man?" ”

"Grandma Chen, I have found a new job, but I have to train in a closed field in advance, I am afraid that I will not have time to come to see you in the future, so I am going to watch it all at once today!"

Song Ziyan carefully told Chen Wenci how he went from being a teacher to handing out leaflets to now, Chen Wenci has been listening carefully, and will comment on one or two sentences from time to time.

At first, Chen Wenci thought things were quite interesting, but later she smelled a hint of her little grandson from the handsome guy in a pink suit described by Song Ziyan, but she also smiled and didn't say anything.

At lunchtime, Song Ziyan learned that Chen Wenci had an illness some time ago, and then frantically told Chen Wenci to pay attention to his body, like a small chatter.

No, it's just a little chatter.

It was almost evening, and Song Ziyan left Chen Wenci's small courtyard through the small door on the right under Chen Wenci's eyes.

Before Song Ziyan's back disappeared from Chen Wenci's sight, a white figure walked in from the door on the left side of the courtyard.

As soon as Chen Wenci turned around, he saw his eldest grandson coming, and immediately walked over: "Why is Momo here?" ”

"Grandma, I'm not young anymore, you still call me Mo Yue."

The person who came was Qi Moyue, he was wearing a white sweatshirt, black slacks, and a pair of small white shoes, full of youthful atmosphere, and he couldn't tell that this was the domineering president who was rigorous and unsmiling.

"That's what I like to call it! In most of them are grandma's grandchildren. Chen Wenci looked at Qi Moyue, who was taller than himself: "It's grown up!" ”

"Lianlian? Why didn't Lian Lian come? Chen Wenci asked.

"He's gone to Nancheng, he's going to push new people and go to a meeting."

The two walked into the room chatting.

Qi Moyue looked at the fruit on the table, thought of the back just now, and said, "Grandma, someone came here just now?" ”

"Yes! Do you remember what I told you about Xiao Song? Chen Wenci took Qi Moyue's hand, a little excited: "It's the good boy who is very similar to the girl of the Yin family!" ”

Qi Moyue nodded: "Well, remember." ”

"She's coming to see me again today, I just sent her off, that's such a good boy, all these years, coming at the end of every month! The long one is also very exquisite, according to your current words, what is it that makes people beautiful and kind? Chen Wenci patted his head: "Yes, yes, yes, a beautiful and kind-hearted little fairy." ”

Before Qi Moyue could say anything, Chen Wenci said: "If only you came earlier, you can also get to know each other, you are such a big person, or even a mother and fetus who don't have a girlfriend, grandma is anxious for you!" ”

"Collect?" Qi Moyue smiled and said, "Grandma, it's a mother-fetal solo, right?" ”