Gu Mingqiu also nodded: "It belongs to father and mother, just think about it."
Gu Wenqing and Gu Xichao looked at each other and were both speechless.
Ye Qianning stood outside the gate and listened for a while, then closed her ears, not wanting to continue.
Her face was tense and her brows were furrowed. It seemed that the condition of the Gu family's rooms was worse than she knew. It seemed that she couldn't visit openly today.
He raised his feet and walked towards the left side of the gate, detoured around the back of the house, and climbed into the yard with ease.
Not far from the courtyard is a lotus pond and a small artificial lake. At first glance, it looks like an elegant place with pavilions and pavilions.
Although this house is located in the west of the city, the price for sale is not low. No wonder the third and fourth bedrooms of the Gu family are eyeing this house.
Ye Qianning didn't know where Mr. Gu lived, so she walked around the flowers and caught a butterfly. The butterfly stayed on her fingertips, its beautiful wings flickering.
In a blink of an eye, the butterfly flew up and headed in one direction.
Ye Qianning followed behind, and within a few minutes he saw a courtyard with the words "Hefeng Yaju" written on it.
She walked into the courtyard. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were all that Mr. Gu liked in the past. There were also several pots of orchids in front of the door.
It wasn't until she reached the door that she felt the faint sound of breathing. The breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Ye Qianning's heart tightened, and she pushed the door open. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine reached the tip of her nose, very strong.
The window at the back of the room was open and the whole room was clean. There was no other odor except the smell of herbs.
She glanced around the room and then headed behind the screen. When she walked around the screen, she saw the person lying on the bed.
The weather was hot in summer. Mr. Gu was wearing a white coat and a thin summer blanket. One of his hands was resting on the edge of the bed. There were brown spots on the back of his skinny hand.
Ye Qianning's eyes became sore just when he saw that hand, and he took a few steps forward to the bedside.
Mr. Gu seemed to be asleep, breathing weakly and evenly. His face was covered with wrinkles, age spots, and a scab on the left half of his face from the chin up.
Ye Qianning reached out and held his hand that was resting on the edge of the bed. Holding that hand in her hand, she felt an indescribable feeling.
Suddenly, the person on the bed seemed to feel something. He tightened his fingers and held Ye Qianning's hand, and slowly opened his closed eyes.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning called softly.
Mr. Gu stared at the top of the bed with his eyes open, his eyes completely dull.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning moved slightly to the bedside and shouted again.
Mr. Gu held his hands tightly, tilted his head slightly, and just stared at her without making any movement.
Ye Qianning lowered her head slightly and removed the human skin mask on her face with one hand, revealing her fair face. She was a little hasty and messed up her hair, stroking it down at her temples. ——
Gu Mingqiu also nodded: "It belongs to father and mother, just think about it."
Gu Wenqing and Gu Xichao looked at each other and were both speechless.
Ye Qianning stood outside the gate and listened for a while, then closed her ears, not wanting to continue.
Her face was tense and her brows were furrowed. It seemed that the condition of the Gu family's rooms was worse than she knew. It seemed that she couldn't visit openly today.
He raised his feet and walked towards the left side of the gate, detoured around the back of the house, and climbed into the yard with ease.
Not far from the courtyard is a lotus pond and a small artificial lake. At first glance, it looks like an elegant place with pavilions and pavilions.
Although this house is located in the west of the city, the price for sale is not low. No wonder the third and fourth bedrooms of the Gu family are eyeing this house.
Ye Qianning didn't know where Mr. Gu lived, so she walked around the flowers and caught a butterfly. The butterfly stayed on her fingertips, its beautiful wings flickering.
In a blink of an eye, the butterfly flew up and headed in one direction.
Ye Qianning followed behind, and within a few minutes he saw a courtyard with the words "Hefeng Yaju" written on it.
She walked into the courtyard. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were all that Mr. Gu liked in the past. There were also several pots of orchids in front of the door.
.
It wasn't until she reached the door that she felt the faint sound of breathing. The breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Ye Qianning's heart tightened, and she pushed the door open. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine reached the tip of her nose, very strong.
The window at the back of the room was open and the whole room was clean. There was no other odor except the smell of herbs.
She glanced around the room, then headed behind the screen. When she walked around the screen, she saw the person lying on the bed.
The weather was hot in summer. Mr. Gu was wearing a white coat and a thin summer blanket. One of his hands was resting on the edge of the bed. There were brown spots on the back of his skinny hand.
Ye Qianning's eyes became sore just when he saw that hand, and he took a few steps forward to the bedside.
Mr. Gu seemed to be asleep, breathing weakly and evenly. His face was covered with wrinkles, age spots, and a scab on the left half of his face from the chin up.
Ye Qianning reached out and held his hand that was resting on the edge of the bed. Holding that hand in her hand, she felt an indescribable feeling.
Suddenly, the person on the bed seemed to feel something. He tightened his fingers and held Ye Qianning's hand, and slowly opened his closed eyes.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning called softly.
Mr. Gu stared at the top of the bed with his eyes open, his eyes completely dull.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning moved slightly to the bedside and shouted again.
Gu Mingqiu also nodded: "It belongs to father and mother, just think about it."
Gu Wenqing and Gu Xichao looked at each other and were both speechless.
Ye Qianning stood outside the gate and listened for a while, then closed her ears, not wanting to continue.
Her face was tense and her brows were furrowed. It seemed that the condition of the Gu family's rooms was worse than she knew. It seemed that she couldn't visit openly today.
He raised his feet and walked towards the left side of the gate, detoured around the back of the house, and climbed into the yard with ease.
Not far from the courtyard is a lotus pond and a small artificial lake. At first glance, it looks like an elegant place with pavilions and pavilions.
Although this house is located in the west of the city, the price for sale is not low. No wonder the third and fourth bedrooms of the Gu family are eyeing this house.
Ye Qianning didn't know where Mr. Gu lived, so she walked around the flowers and caught a butterfly. The butterfly stayed on her fingertips, its beautiful wings flickering.
In a blink of an eye, the butterfly flew up and headed in one direction.
Ye Qianning followed behind, and within a few minutes he saw a courtyard with the words "Hefeng Yaju" written on it.
She walked into the courtyard. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were all that Mr. Gu liked in the past. There were also several pots of orchids in front of the door.
It wasn't until she reached the door that she felt the faint sound of breathing. The breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Ye Qianning's heart tightened, and she pushed the door open. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine reached the tip of her nose, very strong.
The window at the back of the room was open and the whole room was clean. There was no other odor except the smell of herbs.
She glanced around the room and then headed behind the screen. When she walked around the screen, she saw the person lying on the bed.
The weather was hot in summer. Mr. Gu was wearing a white coat and a thin summer blanket. One of his hands was resting on the edge of the bed. There were brown spots on the back of his skinny hand.
Ye Qianning's eyes became sore just when he saw that hand, and he took a few steps forward to the bedside.
Mr. Gu seemed to be asleep, breathing weakly and evenly. His face was covered with wrinkles, age spots, and a scab on the left half of his face from the chin up.
Ye Qianning reached out and held his hand that was resting on the edge of the bed. Holding that hand in her hand, she felt an indescribable feeling.
Suddenly, the person on the bed seemed to feel something. He tightened his fingers and held Ye Qianning's hand, and slowly opened his closed eyes.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning called softly.
Mr. Gu stared at the top of the bed with his eyes open, his eyes completely dull.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning moved slightly to the bedside and shouted again.
Gu Mingqiu also nodded: "It belongs to father and mother, so just
Think about this. "
Gu Wenqing and Gu Xichao looked at each other and were both speechless.
Ye Qianning stood outside the gate and listened for a while, then closed her ears, not wanting to continue.
Her face was tense and her brows were furrowed. It seemed that the condition of the Gu family's rooms was worse than she knew. It seemed that she couldn't visit openly today.
He raised his feet and walked towards the left side of the gate, detoured around the back of the house, and climbed into the yard with ease.
Not far from the courtyard is a lotus pond and a small artificial lake. At first glance, it looks like an elegant place with pavilions and pavilions.
Although this house is located in the west of the city, the price for sale is not low. No wonder the third and fourth bedrooms of the Gu family are eyeing this house.
Ye Qianning didn't know where Mr. Gu lived, so she walked around the flowers and caught a butterfly. The butterfly stayed on her fingertips, its beautiful wings flickering.
In a blink of an eye, the butterfly flew up and headed in one direction.
Ye Qianning followed behind, and within a few minutes he saw a courtyard with the words "Hefeng Yaju" written on it.
She walked into the courtyard. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were all that Mr. Gu liked in the past. There were also several pots of orchids in front of the door.
It wasn't until she reached the door that she felt the faint sound of breathing. The breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Ye Qianning's heart tightened, and she pushed the door open. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine reached the tip of her nose, very strong.
The window at the back of the room was open and the whole room was clean. There was no other odor except the smell of herbs.
She glanced around the room and then headed behind the screen. When she walked around the screen, she saw the person lying on the bed.
The weather was hot in summer. Mr. Gu was wearing a white coat and a thin summer blanket. One of his hands was resting on the edge of the bed. There were brown spots on the back of his skinny hand.
Ye Qianning's eyes became sore just when he saw that hand, and he took a few steps forward to the bedside.
Mr. Gu seemed to be asleep, breathing weakly and evenly. His face was covered with wrinkles, age spots, and a scab on the left half of his face from the chin up.
Ye Qianning reached out and held his hand that was resting on the edge of the bed. Holding that hand in her hand, she felt an indescribable feeling.
Suddenly, the person on the bed seemed to feel something. He tightened his fingers and held Ye Qianning's hand, and slowly opened his closed eyes.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning called softly.
Mr. Gu stared at the top of the bed with his eyes open, his eyes completely dull.
"Grandpa."
Ye Qianning moved slightly to the bedside and shouted again.
