This good is true, but Huo Jingchen also understands it.

If one day he is useless, the old lady is afraid that she will still abandon him.

All these years of love, I am afraid that at most she can only let her find a stable place for him, and he will live his life without worrying about food and clothing.

He grew up in this treacherous place, and understood that the last thing he needed in a wealthy family was affection.

It's not that you have to be wolf-hearted.

It's just important to be clear that emotions can't be allowed to trump reason, and the first thing to ensure is profit.

Huo Jingchen hugged Zhao Siqing tighter, it seemed that only when she was by his side would he not feel so cold.

Sometimes it is strange to say, love is probably not about how good a person is, but as long as she is by your side, you will feel down-to-earth and warm.

Zhao Siqing was held in his arms, turned his head to look at him and said softly: "Don't think about what hasn't happened yet, no matter how tough the old lady's body is, but after all, her age is there, I'm afraid that for the rest of your life, you may not be able to wait for the old lady to give up on you." ”

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen couldn't help but smile.

She could easily untie the knots that plagued him.

Yes, he is still Huo Jingchen, and he is still the heir of the Huo family, he will not allow himself to become a waste, so the old lady will never abandon him.

Maybe until the old lady died, he was still the grandson she loved the most, no matter what the original cause of this migraine was.

Zhao Siqing leaned into Huo Jingchen's arms and said softly: "No matter what the old lady was good to you in the first place, it was you after all." ”

Huo Jingchen didn't say anything, and didn't seem to want to refute anything.

*

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhao Siqing took leave and didn't go to the studio, and planned to accompany Mrs. Huo at home.

Although a storm didn't seem to make too many waves, it was also for her as a bystander.

But for Mrs. Huo, perhaps the betrayal of her children made her feel more sad and painful.

When Zhao Siqing arrived, Second Aunt Huo was already here to talk with Mrs. Huo.

Mrs. Huo wore a pair of metal-framed glasses with gold chains on the bridge of her nose, sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, and after hearing her movements, she took the glasses off the bridge of her nose for a few minutes, and looked at Zhao Siqing silently.

However, Aunt Huo changed her previous target, and greeted her warmly: "Qingqing is here, I haven't had breakfast, sit down." ”

"After eating, how is the second uncle's health?" Zhao Siqing asked softly.

At the mention of this, Aunt Huo's eyebrows were dyed with a touch of coldness, which looked a lot more real than before, and in Zhao Siqing's opinion, she finally had the appearance of a wealthy man.

“亏得那霍芃芃学过医，知道人的命脉又没有下狠手，否则我和你二叔如今怕真的是要阴阳两隔了。”

"The second uncle is blessed with a great life and a good fortune, so he will definitely be fine." Zhao Siqing said softly.

"That being said, it looks like he's going to be in the hospital for a while, and he's going to have to recuperate." Second Aunt Huo sighed and said.

The voice fell, and without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak, Mrs. Huo said in a deep voice: "In this case, you don't want to guard my old lady here, hurry up and go to the hospital to take care of him, he was the most squeamish when he was a child, and he had to cry and complain about the pain again." ”

Listening to the old lady's words, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but feel funny.

After all, it's hard to imagine a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties still crying like a child.