Or when he saw Jiang Kexin's shy smile, he knew that maybe he said the wrong thing and maybe it wasn't as embarrassing as he imagined.

"I suddenly want to eat the steak on West Street." After hesitating for a while, Jiang Kexin raised his head abruptly and looked at Lu Jinyan expectantly.

She still remembered there, where she and Lu Jinyan went on their first date, and it was also the first time they began to face up to their relationship.

Their union is just because of a big misunderstanding, but it is also a kind of destiny destined by God. Even the heavens have to go to great lengths to keep them together. So why keep refusing.

Love is a collision of fate.

West Street! Lu Jinyan's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grabbed Jiang Kexin's hand and ran towards the outside of the hospital.

The woman has already hinted to this point, if he doesn't understand it as a big man, then he is really a mallet.

Here, Jiang Kexin and Lu Jinyan are running sweetly on the road of love. And Han Hao and Rong Jiajia were lying on the hospital bed one and drowning themselves in the wine bottle.

Because of Zhao Zhicheng's failure, Han Hao annexed all of Zhao Zhicheng's enterprises and all his real estate through legal means.

It can be said that the Zhao family has become a part of Han Hao's subordinates.

Because of the merger of new companies, and the development of industries that have never been touched. Han Hao became extremely busy, and the company began to have all kinds of problems.

He was a little anxious, and the news came from his grandfather that the old man was seriously ill and hospitalized.

Han Hao's whole person fell into a deep emotion, the company, the hospital, Rong Jiajia. Han Hao was busy with a spinning top. It kept spinning, but nothing went wrong.

The company is still in a mess, and some people even spread the news that Grandpa Han Hao is seriously ill and will die soon. For a while, people were panicked.

Some old shareholders began to pay attention to Han Hao, and no one wants to live under others forever. There is no one who does not want to be a ruler, and there is no one who does not aspire to supreme power.

Han Hao's position began to become precarious. And the situation of Rong Jiajia and Han Hao's grandfather is not optimistic.

The old man's consciousness was still quite conscious, but his mental condition was getting weaker and weaker.

He knew his time was running out.

"Hao Hao," the old man weakly raised his hands to touch his beloved grandson, but no matter how hard he tried, even if he used all his strength, he could not lift his weak arm.

Han Hao's eyes turned red all of a sudden. In his memory, grandpa was always so strict, he was a serious old man, he always liked to go against himself, he liked to order himself, this is all the memories of grandpa. He will always be a strong man.

But why is the grandfather in his eyes so fragile and distressing.

He lowered his head and tried to bring his head to the old man's hand. It's a pity that the old man's strength has been used up just now, and he really doesn't have the extra strength to let himself touch his grandson's head.

"Grandpa." Han Hao's words were full of tremors, and he began to be afraid, afraid that his only relative would leave him like this, he had nothing, Xiaowei, and his parents left him one by one.

He only has his grandfather and his only relative, if he loses even his grandfather, Han Hao really doesn't dare to continue thinking about it.

He was so scared.

His fingers began to tremble with fear, and he clenched his grandfather's hand hard. I pressed my face hard.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me, I beg you, I beg you, grandpa, don't leave me alone." The hot tears passed down Han Hao's cold fingertips to his grandfather's hands, and also warmed his heart.

"Silly, kid." The old man's breath was very unstable, but now he was very excited, he always thought that Han Hao was resentful of himself, resentful of breaking up his love.

He was regretting, regretting everything he had done, perhaps because he was getting older, and his free time began to increase, and he had a lot of time to think.

Think about your life, think about everything you've ever done.

In addition to his wife, his son and daughter-in-law, he spends more time thinking about his only grandson.

He is all his hope, his only belief in survival.

If he can't even discipline his grandson well, then what face does he have to face his wife, son and daughter-in-law after he dies.

They gave themselves a good child, but they didn't teach him well, they taught him to be a bad guy!

But how could he bear to punish him, he was his grandson after all, so no matter what kind of mistake Han Hao made, he would help him solve it as soon as possible.

It was because that was his grandson, his only hope.

You say that when people are old, what can they have or take away after they die, everything is just empty, it is all nothing, maybe some people will not remember you after they leave, who it is.

No matter how beautiful I was in life, after I died, I was just a handful of loess. That's all.

He has always hoped to find a well-informed girl for Han Hao, and a woman who can help Han Hao in his career.

But it wasn't until now that he realized he was wrong. And the wrong one is outrageous.

As long as the child is happy, nothing else cares, and there is nothing to care about. As long as he's happy.

"Haohao, there are some words, I, cough cough cough, I must tell you now. Ahem, ahem. The old man's violent gasp made all of Han Hao's hearts tug together.

It was only at this time that he realized that the old man was already so weak.

He pulled the quilt on the old man a little awkwardly. "Grandpa, now you don't have to say anything, don't think about anything, as long as you work hard to make your body better. That's my only hope. I don't want anything else. ”

Han Hao's eyes were full of deep grief, and this sad emotion also infected the old man.

But the old man stubbornly removed the breathing mask from his face, "There are some things I must say. Ahem, ahem, it was me who was wrong, me! Ahem, ahem, I shouldn't have broken up you and Jiajia, ahem, are you getting married. Don't complain, cough, cough, blame me. ”

The old man's eyes were full of anticipation and deep guilt for his grandson, if it weren't for his own mistakes, maybe now he has hugged his great-grandson, and his life may be much happier.

Guilt is the only emotion of this old man.

Han Hao was silent, and gently put the breathing mask that the old man had taken to the side and put it on the old man's face and put it on. During this period, Han Hao never spoke.

The old man's heart slowly brightened, and the eyes that had just ignited the flame of hope dimmed little by little with Han Hao's movements.

He knew that his mistakes would never be forgiven. He closed his eyes softly, tears of remorse streaming down the corners of his eyes to the white pillow.

"If you can survive safely and healthily, I will forgive you." Han Hao's voice was very soft, so light that you couldn't hear it if you didn't pay attention.

The old man's eyes opened suddenly, and there was a light of surprise in his eyes, but he only saw the red eyes of his grandson.

That day, the grandfather and grandson talked a lot of things in the ward, and Han Hao didn't come out of the ward until very late.

He needs to know all of his grandfather's illnesses, and even more so he needs to know what is going on with his body.

It wasn't until the old man fell asleep that he had time to take a closer look at his grandfather.

It turned out that when he didn't know it, he was already old to this point. His eyes were gray and puffy, and his whole face showed an abnormal blue-gray color, and he must have been sick for a long time.

But I, who is a grandson, don't know it. Maybe he should admit that he was really too incompetent. I didn't even know that my grandfather was sick.

When Han Hao walked out of the attending doctor's office in despair, he reaffirmed this idea, he was really an extraordinarily incompetent grandson.

"Old Man Han has been sick for more than ten years. But he kept telling us to use conservative treatment, and we kept trying, but the condition kept getting worse. In the early years, we advised him to have surgery, but the old man was unwilling. ”

The doctor's words, word by word, pressed hard in Han Hao's heart. He didn't know how to answer, let alone what to say.

He's messy.

"What if! If you have surgery now, then how sure you are, there will be a way! If you want to save him, you must save him. Han Hao was like a madman, grabbing the doctor's collar viciously.

But no matter how crazy he was, the doctor always looked at him with a sad look.

Han Hao cried, crying like a child, standing in front of everyone and crying. Everyone's eyes were red.

"With surgery and chemotherapy, there is only 35 percent hope of a cure. The patient's body is too weak to be suitable for chemotherapy and surgery. ”

"Even if there is only one percent hope, you have to continue to work hard, what kind of support do you need, just tell my secretary, I will have full authority to satisfy you, you just need to take care of him now, you just need it."

Exhaustion, guilt, welled up in Han Hao's heart, he tiredly pushed the doctor away, dragged his body step by step, and walked out.

He wanted to be quiet for a while, alone, alone for a while.