Chapter: 945
Fu Xiaoyao walked over obediently, reached out to hold the old man's hand, "Grandpa."
"Sit down." The old man pointed to the chair beside the bed with his other finger.
Fu Xiaoyao turned her head to look, hooked her foot over the chair and sat down.
The old man picked up a newspaper from the bed and handed it to her, "Read the newspaper to grandpa."
"Okay." Fu Xiaoyao readily agreed, then took the newspaper and read it from the beginning.
In order to ensure that the old man could understand, she deliberately read very slowly, and even made some adjustments in the articulation.
The old man closed his eyes, with a faint joy on his face, one could tell that he was very satisfied with what he heard.
Aunt Song, who was packing daily necessities, couldn't help but smile when she saw this scene.
I don't know how long it took, after reading a newspaper, Fu Xiaoyao gently closed the newspaper and looked at the old man on the hospital bed.
The old man seemed to be asleep, motionless, but his breathing was a little heavy.
Fu Xiaoyao tucked the quilt for the old man, then shouted in a low voice towards the corner of the ward, "Aunt Song!"
Aunt Song heard it and looked up at her.
She pointed to the door, and then to the old man.
Aunt Song nodded in understanding, got up and walked towards the door with her.
As a result, as soon as the two of them reached the door of the ward, before Fu Xiaoyao had time to open the door, there was a knock on the door.
The old man opened his eyes, "Xiao Yao, who's here?"
Fu Xiaoyao froze for a moment, then immediately looked back, "Grandpa, are you still asleep?"
The old man chuckled, "When you are old, you sleep lightly and wake up whenever there is a disturbance."
"So that's how it is." Fu Xiaoyao touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, "I thought you were completely asleep, Grandpa, and you were planning to go out with Aunt Song."
"No, I can't be bothered." The old man propped himself up and sat up.
Seeing this, Aunt Song hurried over to help him put a pillow on his back.
The old man leaned on the pillow and snorted comfortably, "Okay, Xiao Song, go and open the door."
"Okay, master." Aunt Song nodded and went to open the door.
Forber came in from the outside with a document, followed by a young man.
Fu Xiaoyao looked at him curiously. The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a briefcase on his shoulder. With this outfit and his serious appearance, he was either a company executive or a lawyer, and he couldn't be a salesman. Bar. JrNovels.com