She won't eat the shrimp he peeled.

"Peel two more." He lowered his head and peeled the shrimp meticulously, and his tone was so natural that he couldn't hear the slightest question.

Wen Miao looked at the prawns that were put into the bowl one after another, but her heart was extremely uneasy.

In order to reconcile with her, Lu Yancheng specially played the role of a "good husband" in front of his grandmother?

Wen Yao's afterglow caught her grandmother's small expression, her face full of traces of time full of amiable smiles.

Grandma said happily: "Seeing Ah Yan so meticulous and seeing that your little couple has such a good relationship, grandma is relieved." ”

"How can this husband and wife not quarrel? As the saying goes, quarrel at the end of the bed and, think about your grandfather, there have been times when he lost his temper with me before! ”

Grandma's words made Wen Yao's nose a little sour.

Because of her, my grandmother was willing to go to Lu Yancheng as a "rescuer".

From beginning to end, except for her deceased grandfather, only her grandmother really loved her and sincerely hoped that she would be well.

But what Grandma didn't know was that a fire burned in her heart, burning nothing between her and Lu Yancheng.

The fire can be extinguished, but the former Wen Miao can't be saved.

But grandma will always be her bottom line, and she doesn't want her old man to be sad.

Wen Yao moved his chopsticks and put the shrimp that Lu Yancheng had peeled into his mouth one by one.

She just didn't want to disappoint her grandmother.

It is regarded as free labor, and it is not eaten for nothing.

Tonight, Lu Yancheng peeled a few shrimps, and he couldn't remember it himself.

Although she was not skilled in her movements and the soup was all over her hands, she ate it all.

No refusal, fine.

After dinner, Wen Yao chatted with her grandmother.

When I was a child, the old man could always talk about it for a long time.

"I still remember the sugar-fried chestnuts of the fat boss at the South Gate when you were a child."

"But that sugar-fried chestnut is not cheap, your grandfather and I don't have much money, but you never say it, let alone cry and argue for it."

Wen Miao hugged her grandmother and lied to her like she did when she was a child.

"But you have never wronged me, knowing that I love to eat, every time I will take a long car ride, specially buy it for me."

Grandma smiled, held Wen Yao's hand, and said earnestly,

"We look like fairies, and our lives shouldn't be so bitter......"

"But it's okay now, with Ayan, we won't be bitter, and we won't be bitter in the future."

Wen Miao didn't respond, but she lowered her eyes.

The sourness surged into her heart, but the emotion of wanting to cry was forcibly endured by her.

She found an excuse and got up and walked towards the toilet.

She had to give herself a respite.

Lu Yancheng hadn't left yet, and she didn't want to show her weak side in front of him.

She didn't want to cry in front of her grandmother, which made her old man worry and noticed something unusual.

At the same time, Lu Yancheng, who was not far away, heard the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

At that time, Wen Yao was taken to Ningcheng, and when he was sponsored by the Lu family, he had already gone abroad for further study.

He never knew that Xiao Wenyao's life was so hard, and even eating fried chestnuts with sugar was a luxury?

Lu Yancheng's eyebrows tightened, and he didn't have the heart to read the important documents in the tablet.

At this point, is the chestnut shop at the south gate still open?

Lu Yancheng couldn't sit still and got up suddenly.

"Grandma, I'm going to go out."

"It's getting late, stay safe and come back early." Grandma told me uneasily.

Lu Yan bowed his head and went out.

He had just left with his front foot when the door to the bathroom opened on his back foot.

Wen Yao walked out of the bathroom, only to find that the man who had been sitting in the restaurant was gone.

Did he leave? It's good to leave.

"Misty."

Grandma came up with a black tweed coat,

"Ah Yan said that he was going to go out, and he looked very anxious, and he didn't wear a coat!"

"It's been cooling down recently, it's very cold at night, you send him out quickly, it's still too late to catch up!"

As she spoke, Grandma stuffed her coat into Wen Yao's arms.

Wen Yao felt that her head was a little buzzing, and under the gentle push of her grandmother, she didn't have time to think about it, so she went out with her clothes.

Walking downstairs, the hallway of the old apartment was pitch black.

The voice-activated lights overhead come and go, depending on your mood.

A sound came from the direction of the door......

"Mr. Lu, you can count it."

"Just now, the old lady called and said that when Mrs. Song was measuring Miss Song today, she called Miss Song."

"The old lady saw the hot search news that Miss Song's face was a little swollen, so she called her over and asked."

This is...... The voice of Secretary Fei!