"Grandpa, if these conditions can prevent the Song family's new product launch, I agree."
Shi Ran held his hand tightly and said with certainty.
Grandpa turned his back to Shi Ran and asked seriously: "Even if that person is Song Yanzhe, will you agree?"
"Yeah." Shiran nodded firmly again. "That's dad's career, and I will never let dad's career be damaged."
Even Song Yanzhe.
If that was Song Yanzhe, she would not only get the Shi family from Shi Yan's hands, but also use Song Yanzhe's hands to get the Song family.
Song Sichen doesn't know how to scheme, so she can do it herself.
No matter what she does, everything must be in her hands.
all!
Grandpa slowly turned around, took a few steps forward, squatted in front of Shi Ran, raised his slightly calloused hand and gently stroked her cheek.
"Grandpa tells you that nothing in this world is more important than yourself. Don't wrong yourself for others."
"grandfather."
Shi Ran hugged his grandfather with wet eyes.
"It's not Song Yanzhe."
"Um?"
"It's Song Sichen."
"Um?"
Tokiran looked up slightly in surprise.
"Grandpa is still not capable of letting my teenage granddaughter marry someone else for the sake of his son's career. Grandpa has not been ruined to this extent, and the Shi family does not need to do this."
"What does it mean?"
Grandpa chuckled and said, "Song Sichen has always been alone. The Song family just asked you to accompany him during the weekend holidays."
Tokiran's slightly tearful eyes sparkled with surprise.
"Grandpa, is it really just like this?"
"right!"
"Thank you, Grandpa." Shiran happily kissed his grandfather on the cheek and held him tightly in his arms. "Grandpa, he is the best grandpa in the world."
Under this situation, Shi Ran had to go to Song's house on weekends to accompany Song Sichen.
Although she really wanted to stay by the hospital bed, her father was moved by emotion and the desire for reason gradually faded away, so she had to go.
"Hello Shiran."
Song Sichen showed a faint smile.
"Hello!"
To be honest, Shi Ran was very angry.
When I need to spend more time with my father, I always feel that it is a pity to spend time with Song Sichen.
After Song Sichen received Shi Ran's boring greeting, he looked directly at Shi Ran's face.
"Let's go!"
Then Song Sichen's hand grabbed Shi Ran's hand.
"Where to go."
"A place where we play together."
"I'm not in the mood to play."
"I know."
You know, you still do this kind of thing.
At that time, Ran's patience was about to reach its limit.
Song Sichen pushed open a door with his other hand that wasn't holding Shi Ran.
"here……"
Shiran looked at the huge library in front of him and his eyes widened in surprise.
It's several times bigger than the library her grandfather gave her.
"This is the library of our Song family. Let's look for books that can cure uncle's condition together."
Song Sichen said while moving the chair next to the table in the middle of the library.
"Song Sichen..."
"I'm here to help you this time."
"Thanks!"
After just saying thank you, Song Sichen flipped through the bookshelf without saying a word, his ears turning red.
Tokiran smiled silently and picked up a book.
Several hours passed.
Suddenly my back hurt as if it was broken. When I raised my head, it was already afternoon time.
Looking at Song Sichen opposite, he was still staring at the book. The books he had browsed next to him became a small mountain, as if he was not tired at all.
Shi Ran moved his neck and looked out the window. The sky was a little dark and it looked like it was going to rain.
"Would you like to go out for a while?" At some point, Song Sichen was looking at Shi Ran and asked. "It's nice to walk in the garden."
Not many people usually come to the villa where Song Sichen lives, but there are many flowers planted in the garden in front.
"OK!"
Shiran also felt a little tired.
There were many flowers blooming in the garden, and there was one that Shiran liked very much.
"Is this called Lingxiao Flower?"
"Well, it just bloomed in early May." Song Sichen picked a Lingxiao flower and handed it to Shi Ran, then tore off a petal and put it into Shi Ran's mouth. "When I was flipping through the book just now, I saw that this flower can be used as medicine and has the effect of promoting blood circulation."
"It seems that I can pick a few flowers and give them to dad, and put them in the porridge. It will be useful."
"Um."
Song Sichen nodded.
Shiran turned his head and happened to see the person walking over, a face he didn't want to see.
"Let's go back."
Shiran said coldly.
"Um."
Song Sichen also seemed to find it troublesome and answered with a frown.
The two people turned around and were about to leave.
"Hey, you two!"
The unlucky voice insisted on following them.
"call!"
Shiran sighed, already having a bad premonition.
She turned and said hello calmly.
"Hello, Song Yanzhe."
"It's really you."
Song Yanzhe walked over with a smile.
He seemed to have forgotten what he had suffered at the last celebration, and he had not learned anything at all.
Song Sichen was already staring at Song Yanzhe with cold eyes.
Tokiran decided not to hit him this time.
However, this determination was immediately shaken by Song Yanzhe's words.
"I heard that your father is terminally ill?"
Shiran's already cold face suddenly became much uglier.
She gritted her teeth and said, "If you mean to care, I thank you, but if you don't mean it, don't say anything."
Song Yanzhe was not angry, but had a smile on his face, as if he had found a weakness that could torture Shi Ran.
"My father is about to die, and you are chatting with that despicable guy here. Could it be that you are not your biological daughter? I thought she was just the illegitimate daughter of the Shi family, but I didn't expect you to be such a bastard!"
"do not talk."
Song Sichen warned in a low voice next to Shi Ran.
But Song Yanzhe shrugged and then sarcastically said.
"If it were my father, I would not leave the hospital bed for a moment. I would like to stay there all the time. Seriously, if you are so happy now, you are not really your biological daughter, right?"
"Song Yanzhe."
"My mother is a beggar who doesn't even know her origins, no! She's garbage!"
"Shut up."
Song Sichen reached for the dagger behind him.
"Did you know that displaced people will sell themselves to anyone in order to find a place to sleep for a night..."
Snapped!
With a loud noise, Song Yanzhe's face turned to the side, and red handprints slowly appeared on his cheeks.
It was Tokiran who slapped him with all his strength.
It seemed that Song Yanzhe didn't expect Shi Ran to hit him. His surprised eyes were full of disbelief.
"Shi Ran, you actually hit me?"
Song Yanzhe covered his beaten cheek with one hand and muttered to himself, completely in disbelief.
Shiran stared straight at him. Even though he was a head shorter than him, he still did not flinch. His eyes were even like sharp swords, and he was not afraid at all.
The anger beyond the limit made Shiran shed tears involuntarily.
