"Old man's body, I'm afraid it won't last long!"

What he wanted to say, everyone understood.

The old gentleman's health is getting worse and worse, and he is sick and worried.

It's not easy to survive until now!

Qiao Wan forced herself to calm down and continued to ask, "What's going on today?" Why do I get sick? ”

The doctor didn't speak, and subconsciously looked at Song Qinghe's mother and daughter beside him, especially Mrs. Song.

Seeing the doctor looking at her, Miss Song Qinghe's daughter suddenly had a temper surge, and she said, "What do you see us doing?" It's not that we are sick with grandpa. ”

The doctor was a little helpless, looked at Qiao Wan weakly, and did not forget to remind: "The old man is very weak now, and he can't be stimulated anymore in the future!" ”

This is simply turning a corner to say that the old man is sick because he is stimulated.

After saying that, the doctor hurriedly carried his things and fled from this place of right and wrong.

After the doctor left, there was a sudden silence in the hall.

Seeing Qiao Wan staring coldly at himself and his mother, Song Qinghe frowned, and subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to get closer to Qiao Wan before speaking.

"What do you mean by staring at us like that?"

As soon as Song Qinghe's words fell, Fu Xingzhi suddenly stepped forward, protected Qiao Wan in his arms, condescending, and stared at Song Qinghe coldly: "She is happy, what does she mean!" ”

Facing Shang Fu Xingzhi's face as cold as ice, Song Qinghe instantly wilted, and even spoke in a much quieter voice: "Grandpa had a heart attack, not because of us." ”

"Did I say it was because of you?" Qiao Wan frowned lightly, and walked upstairs without looking back.

Fu Xingzhi followed closely, took a few steps and subconsciously turned around, just to see Song Qinghe's unhappy expression.

Song Qinghe didn't expect Fu Xingzhi to turn back, so he was so frightened that he moved to Mrs. Song's side for two points.

It wasn't until Fu Xingzhi's figure disappeared that Song Qinghe let go of his voice and spoke: "Qiao Wan's little slut is a dog fighting people, if there is no Fu Xingzhi behind her, I think she can still stand up." ”

Mrs. Song looked at Song Qinghe and said in a cold voice: "Can you stop where Fu Xing is stopping?" Do you really want him to clean you up? ”

Song Qinghe bit his lip and didn't speak.

Mrs. Song slowly retracted her gaze, stared at the place where Qiao Wan left, and suddenly said lightly: "Your grandfather is like this now, it looks like he can't last long." ”

"Do we have to hurry up and get Grandpa to transfer the shares?"

"No!" Mrs. Song sneered: "The old man looks like this now, and he doesn't have the energy to deal with the matter of shares." Besides, there is only one son in this family, and if the property is not given to the son, who else can it be left to? ”

gave it to Song Hao, and sooner or later it will be Qinghe's.

"But didn't you say that you would give Qiao Wan?"

"In case the old man dies, he doesn't have time to make a will, don't talk about everything."

Hearing his mother's words, Song Qinghe always felt that something was strange.

"Mom, you still don't want to show up in front of grandpa again. In case grandpa really has a bad day, Qiao Wan will not let us go. ”

Mrs. Song smiled silently.

As long as Qinghe gets the property of the Song family, she has nothing to fear.

——

The door was pushed open, and Qiao Wan smelled a strong smell of medicine.

When she saw the lifeless old man lying on the bed again, Qiao Wan's eyes turned red uncontrollably, she quickened her pace and walked to the bed, held Song Zhicheng's hand, and said in a dumb voice: "Grandpa!" ”