Since then, the beautiful island of that island has become an isolated island.

Now Grandpa wants to let his mother go to live on that island, and he said for a while, but there is no deadline.

What did mom do lately to off grandpa?

From the last time her grandfather asked her to participate in the activities of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, she felt that her grandfather had an opinion on her.

"Dad."

Yang Yufang's face was pale, and her eyes were shining as she looked at Ji Zhengdao, puzzled, aggrieved, and unwilling.

He didn't seem to understand what she had done wrong to anger him.

Ji Zhengdao looked at Yang Yufang deeply, his lips pursed coldly, no one knew what he was thinking

No one dared to speak out, including Yang Yufang, who was trying to struggle.

"Next month is Wei Song's death day."

Ji Zhengdao finally spoke.

His eyes, with these words, changed to vicissitudes, and there was boundless sadness in his eyes.

The wrinkles on his face also seem to be extraordinarily clear.

took off the domineering and majestic shell like an emperor, he was just a normal septuagenarian, he had the wrinkles he should have, he had the gray hair that he should have.

The children and grandchildren are full, but they can't be completely under his knees, spend his old age with him, and share his family with him.

Tortured by white-haired people sending black-haired people.

So, this is probably one of the reasons why he likes Ji Chicheng so much.

The atmosphere became solemn and heavy.

Even Lin Yanqin lowered her eyes and leaned on the handrail of the stairs, her eyes red.

"I see."

Yang Yufang put away her doubts and grievances, nodded gently, and then lowered her eyes.

After the old man left, she leaned on the handrail of the stairs and slowly squatted down the handrail.

"Grandpa......"

Ji Xiangting went upstairs and left with Ji Zhengdao.

"Yang Yufang, you should have gone to the island to accompany Wei Song a long time ago." Lin Yanqin lowered her head and glared at Yang Yufang viciously.

Then she grabbed Ji Ruoqian's hand and led her upstairs.

"Mom."

Ji Anning hurriedly went up, squatted down beside Yang Yufang, and gently hugged her arm with both hands.

I didn't know how to comfort her, just squatted beside her and accompanied her.

"An Ning, mom has worked hard for so many years, why?" Yang Yufang slowly leaned in Ji Anning's arms, she frowned, still unwilling, but very helpless.

A kind of helplessness that doesn't even have a chance to struggle.

Ji Anning grabbed one of her hands and looked at her with lowered eyes, "If you want to take the crown, you must bear it." ”

Since she wants it, sometimes when she is fighting for something, she also has to see if she can afford it.

I got it, but I couldn't control it, and I would be even more unwilling.

"yes." Yang Yufang nodded, and then she suddenly turned around again, looked at Ji Anning with a guilty face, and grabbed her hand, "An Ning, I'm sorry, my mother failed to protect you." ”

Ji Anning shook his head lightly, "No, since I was a child, I am really grateful that you have treated me like my own daughter." ”

She said as she helped Yang Yufang up again.

"I'll take you back to your room and rest."

Yang Yufang looked at Ji Anning with red eyes, and stopped talking, and when she arrived at the door of her room, she suddenly pushed Ji Anning away, entered the room, and immediately closed the door.

Ji Anning stared at the closed door, froze for a moment, and then she lowered her eyes helplessly.

Turning around and going downstairs, she went and brought a broom and a rag, first swept away the glass shards, and then she knelt on the steps, from top to bottom, with a rag, step by step.