didn't get an answer from the old father, but Song Yi suddenly stopped getting into the horns, because she found that this question was meaningless, and it would bring a lot of trouble to herself, the first of which was that her old father thought she was psychopathic.

- You didn't say anything, let's just treat it as if nothing happened, okay?

Comrade Lao Song said, no.

Lao Song: Song Yi, you are refusing treatment and resisting mentality, which is not helpful to your heart! If we are sick, we will be cured, just like we have to eat when we are hungry, and Dad will not laugh at you.

Song Yi: "......" watched the old father start chattering again, and had an attitude of "I don't listen, I don't listen" to the news she sent.

After being silent for three seconds, Song Yi pulled Comrade Song back into the list of news-not-disturb.

Here, Zhao Huaiming finished the day's itinerary after streamlining, he took several sips of a huge thermos cup - this is a habit learned from Song Yi - and was ready to take Song Yi downstairs.

He prepared a wheelchair, but Song Yi didn't follow and insisted on walking by himself, Zhao Huaiming couldn't screw her, so he could only support her carefully.

Old man Zhao happened to come to the hospital for a physical examination today, and after it was over, he was going to go to see Song Yi with the old dean, but he collided head-on with Zhao Huaiming and Song Yi.

Both parties were stunned for a moment, and Song Yi reacted first, helping Zhao Huaiming to turn around and leave.

But the old dean was not willing to let go of Song Yi, a little broken child.

"Who got you out of bed? Didn't he take care of you and ask you to lie down in bed? Disobedient-" The old dean hadn't finished speaking, and the old man Zhao, who always felt that his grandson was like the little eunuch next to the empress dowager, finally reacted from his stunned state, and he used a cane.

"Don't you even think about it! It must be Zhao Huaiming, this stinky boy! How could such a well-behaved child do such a thing if he hadn't been instigated? Lao Zhao! ”

Steward Zhao, who knew the old man Zhao very well, found a wheelchair out of nowhere, and he pushed the wheelchair to Song Yi's side with a smile, "Little young lady, please." ”

Zhao Huaiming, who inexplicably carried the black cauldron, couldn't do it calmly, he conscientiously sat down with the "Queen Mother", and then took over the work from Steward Zhao's hands.

"Yi Yi was bored in the ward, and I pushed her down for a walk."

The old dean's unfinished words were blocked by the ancestors and grandsons of the Zhao family, and they couldn't say a word.

"Humph!" The old dean snorted arrogantly.

Old Man Zhao also followed with a "hum".

"What are you humming with me?" The old dean was angry, feeling that he had been sued by the wicked first.

"That stinky boy, I don't know how to put a small blanket on someone's legs, this time is a special period, he doesn't know how to be considerate at all, stinky boy!" Old Man Zhao, who didn't notice the old dean's strange thoughts at all, blew his beard and said with a glare.

The old dean was.

"Old man Zhao, I can't understand you, is Zhao Huaiming your grandson or that little girl your granddaughter? Your heart is in the armpits! ”

"I still want Yiyi to be my own granddaughter," Old Man Zhao continued to walk forward slowly, "If Yiyi is my own granddaughter, I must let her open her eyes and see clearly-"

"Aren't you very clear about the young master's face, old man, thanks to you being his own grandfather, otherwise the young master will definitely be able to fight with you."

"Desperately, desperately? Just this stinky boy, I really can't look down on it! I really envy Mr. Song......"