Chapter Ninety-One: Another Clue
When they came to Grandpa's ward, they had an unexpected gain.
There was a companion at the grandfather's bedside, who was also a young man in his twenties, just like his third son.
"Little third son, I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water." Grandpa's voice was hoarse, but he could barely hear what was being said.
Hearing Grandpa's words, Jing Han and Lu Cen Yuan glanced at each other.
Seeing Lu Cen Yuan and Jing Han coming in, there was a bit of dodging in the young man's eyes, and he couldn't wait to get under the hospital bed.
The young man stood up suddenly, "Let's go out and talk." ”
"Who are you?" Lu Cenyuan's voice was as polite as possible.
"Nurses in the hospital."
"I don't think so, you're a good friend of the little third son!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, who is the little third son."
Lu Cen Yuan smiled.
The young man in front of him was inexperienced, and his panicked eyes had already exposed him.
"Okay, yes, I'm the buddy of the junior son, I grew up with him, worked as a pickpocket together, and went out as a security guard together."
"I swear, he's definitely not like that."
The young man had a dragon tattooed on his arm, and he carried a sense of righteousness on his body.
"Then why are you here?"
"Take care of his grandfather, now that the third son is gone, who else can he count on?"
"Doesn't he have an uncle?" This sentence was asked by Jing Han, and as soon as he asked, Jing Han regretted it.
If the uncle is useful, do you still need a friend to take care of the grandfather?
"His uncle, heh, his uncle only has wine in his eyes, can he count on it? When the third son died, his uncle had a little more money to buy wine. ”
"Xiangning's money for buying wine?"
"Whether Xiangning gave the money, I don't know."
"I still have a question? The grandfather of the third son was reluctant to be hospitalized before because he did not have enough money. Now that he can be hospitalized, is it the compensation for the third son? ”
"There is medical insurance for cerebral infarction, but according to the family level of the third son, I am afraid that I can't afford the cost of medical insurance alone, right?"
"Yes, but the third son gave me a sum of money before he died, so that I could take care of his grandfather and treat his grandfather."
"Do you know who gave that money?"
"I don't know."
"I really don't know?"
Lu Cen looked at the young man's eyes and dodged.
"I don't know who gave the money, but that day in the collective dormitory, I saw someone coming to look for the third child that day."
"Who is it?"
"Anyway, it's not from Xiangning, my third son and I are security guards in Xiangning, and I can probably be familiar with Xiangning."
"Anything else?"
"The person who came to find the third son is a middle-aged man."
"When I used to be a pickpocket, I had to be beaten every day. Later, I didn't want to do it, but the boss inside disagreed. ”
"One day, I saw the little third son walking with that person. A few days after that, the eldest relented and let me and the third son leave. ”
"By the way, that person, very white skin, a little white face."
After the young man finished speaking, he thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't think of anything.
Jing Han and Lu Cen Yuan went to visit their grandfather again.
The grandfather of the third son has a bad eye, and he is a little confused, and when he sees the young man, he is called "grandson".
Jing Han listened to this voice "grandson", and felt uncomfortable, so he pulled Lu Cen Yuan and left.
In the car again.
"Say what you want?"
"Lu Cenyuan, who do you think it is?"
"If I say I doubt Tianhua's company, do you believe it?"
"However, there are many people with white skin."
"But there are not many such coincidences, and it just so happens that President Tianhua's secretary is very white."