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Chapter 730 Silence~
Chapter 752

Song Zhicheng was silent at first, and after a while, he said softly to You Qian: "Grandpa, I will explain to him."

In other words, grandpa didn't know?
After You Qian heard this, the worry in her heart couldn't be dispelled no matter what.

Seeing her anxious appearance, Song Zhicheng raised his hand to rub her cheeks, and said, "If you're really worried, let's go back now and explain it to Grandpa."

You Qian: "Okay."

Today's situation is very complicated.Song Jingcheng can do the act of personally appointing someone to kill his brother, but there is no guarantee that he will do more extreme actions. You Qian is really worried about grandpa.

Song Yicheng died, and this matter will not be hidden for a long time. If someone takes advantage of it and tells grandpa about it, what will grandpa do?

Song Zhicheng raised his hand again, rubbed her frowning brows, and said softly: "Don't worry. In the past few days, I arranged for grandpa to travel with some old friends including Grandpa Zhang. I guess he won't get the news so soon. of."

Of course You Qian knew this.

only……

Song Zhicheng said: "I have already sent someone to pick up Grandpa. When we return to the old house, Grandpa will definitely be home too."

You Qian: "Okay."

She chose to believe in Song Zhicheng.

After the two finished talking in the corridor, they went back to the room. The two washed up and dressed neatly. While You Qian was applying skin care products, Song Zhicheng returned to the bed, lifted the quilt, and wrapped the clothes in the quilt. The tight rolling is exposed:

Gun Gun curled up, suddenly felt that the quilt on his body was gone, and a gust of cold air invaded, Gun Gun subconsciously rolled to the side in his sleep, and hugged Gun Gun again.

Song Zhicheng said: "Get up."

Gun Gun closed his eyes, half dreaming and half awake, pursing his lips: "I don't—"

Song Zhicheng tore off the quilt again, stretched out his hand to hug Gun Gun, and immediately, the golden bells on Gun Gun's body, jingle-ding-ding-ding-

Gun Gun opened his eyes all of a sudden: "Bad dad! I found out!" Sure enough, this bad dad didn't let people worry about sleeping, and wanted to secretly carry him to the small bed, so Gun Gun couldn't help but squeeze his little bell tightly. ——I have a little bell, otherwise I would definitely not be able to discover the bad things my father did——

Gun Gun stared, pouted and said, "You are not allowed to carry me to the small bed."

Song Zhicheng: "..."

This is still asleep, not waking up from a dream.

You Qian had already done it, and turned to the bedside, she took over——

Then--

Gun Gun who was woken up by his father, after saying a few words, felt that the bad father should stop doing bad things, and immediately used his powerful ability to fall asleep in a second to fall into a sound sleep again.

Just a few seconds later, suddenly—I just felt a chill coming again, rolled my eyes angrily, and pouted, "Dad, please don't disturb me!"

Before he finished speaking, Gun Gun stared suddenly, and found that the person in front of him was not his father, but his own mother. He changed his face in an instant, and he threw himself into his mother's arms relyingly: "Mom~ Mom~ Mom~ Bad Dad Want to take me away~"

Without further ado, let's complain first.

Gun Gun glanced at Song Zhicheng, and said, "Mom~ Mom~ Mom~ From now on, let's go to bed and stop being with bad dads, okay?"

Song Zhicheng: "..."

You Qian stretched out his hand and rubbed the cocked hair on the top of his son's head, and explained softly: "Gun Gun, you misunderstood Dad, Dad didn't want to carry you to the small bed, it was Dad and Mom who decided to go home, I want to take you back with me and put on clothes for you. Do you want to be a great grandfather?"

Several people have been out for a few days. After hearing the word 'Grandpa', he immediately regained his energy. He sat up straight, stretched out his hand, and said, "Mom, please dress me and wash your face—"

After finishing speaking, he looked very defensive, staring at Song Zhicheng cautiously, and said, "No father! Only mother!"

Song Zhicheng: "..."

Early in the morning, my heart got stuck several times.

Such a bad son.

You smiled slightly and said, "Good, good... Mom will dress you and wash your face."

Song Zhicheng: "..."

After You Qian washed and dressed Gun Gun, the family of three immediately set off to return to the old house. Chen Fang drove in the driver's seat, and Kong Yi and others drove another car to sit behind.

Halfway through, Song Zhicheng answered the phone, hung up the phone, and his face suddenly darkened.

You Qian asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhicheng said: "Grandpa has returned to the old house."

You Qian was surprised: "So fast?"

Song Zhicheng said with a sullen face, "Well, he received the news in advance and came back first."

Received the news in advance?

The thing You Qian was most worried about finally appeared. She was silent for a moment and asked, "Who told Grandpa?"

Song Zhicheng's eyes were slightly cold, he stared at the road ahead, and said softly, "Someone has been arranged to investigate."

Even though they said this, both of them knew in their hearts that Song Zhicheng arranged this matter very secretly. Besides Song Jingcheng who took the initiative to expose the news, who else would deliberately tell Mr. Song the news?
All the way in silence, they arrived at the Song family's old house safely.

The faint light illuminates this elegant mansion, and the security of the old mansion is heavily guarded. After confirming that it is Song Zhicheng and You Qian who are driving over, he opens the gate, and the car drives directly into the old mansion. After stopping, Song Zhicheng embraces the car On the way, Gun Gun, who fell asleep again, got out of the car and went to the hall with You Qian.

In the hall, a warm yellow light was on.

Mr. Song stood with his hands behind his back, standing quietly in front of an ink painting hanging in the hall.

"grandfather."

"grandfather."

"We're back." Song Zhicheng and You Qian glanced at each other after finishing speaking.

Mr. Song raised his head quietly and stared at the paintings on the wall. When he heard the sound, he didn't turn his head back immediately. He still stared at the paintings on the wall without saying a word.

After a few seconds of silence, You Qian stepped forward softly, hugged Mr. Song's thin body gently, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, I'm back with Zhicheng."

Mr. Song's body trembled slightly. He turned his head, looked at You Qian, and then focused his gaze on Song Zhicheng, who was a few steps behind her. After being silent for a while, Mr. Song finally said, "I'm back."

Song Zhicheng: "Yes."

Mr. Song caught a glimpse of Gun Gun's peaceful sleeping face in Song Zhicheng's arms, and said softly, "Send Gun Gun to sleep in the room." How can such a young child not like to sleep?
Saying that, Mr. Song raised his hand, and Song De, who was standing beside him, immediately said: "Master, I will ask Aunt He to come over, take the young master back to the room, and let her guard the young master."

Mr. Song didn't object.

Song Zhicheng and You Qian did not object either.

Song De immediately gave an order, and Aunt He rushed over quickly and took Gun Gun away.

Next, there was a long silence in the hall of Song's old house.

You Qian and Song Zhicheng didn't make a sound to disturb the pensive grandfather. After looking at the painting for a while, the old man Song took the initiative to say something.

(End of this chapter)