Chapter 339

Meng Yinyin could understand Leng Muye's current mood, and suddenly learned that the father who loved him for 14 years was not his own, it was hard to accept for a while, and it was human nature.

"I'm not familiar with her now, but I'll get to know him gradually in the future." Meng Yinyin smiled at him gently, really feeling like an older sister.

It is also her responsibility to take care of her younger brother in the future.

When she saw her grandfather at the hospital, Su Ziqing was the first to cry.

After 15 years of separation and meeting again, Mr. Meng is already an old man.

Meng Yinyin stood by the bed, wiping away tears: "Grandpa suffered from cerebral congestion a few days ago and was hospitalized. He underwent surgery. Although he saved his life, he doesn't remember anything from the past."

Mr. Meng looked at Meng Yinyin, and muttered again: "Youfang, I want to eat glutinous rice balls, I want to eat glutinous rice balls..."

"Okay, grandpa, I'm going to cook you glutinous rice balls now."

Meng Yinyin turned around and went to the kitchen. The housekeeper took out frozen brown sugar glutinous rice balls and cooked them for her.

When cooking glutinous rice balls, Meng Yinyin's mind was full of Song Tingyue.

She hasn't seen him for a few days, and she already misses him very much.

Meng Yinyin rubbed her stomach, wondering if she should go to him or not.

If they meet Xia Ningxi and Mother Song, there will be another quarrel.

Xia Ningxi really has the ability to brainwash Mother Song.

The person who liked her so much in the past has now become an enemy, and Xia Ning deserves a lot of credit.

Meng Yinyin cooked glutinous rice balls for Mr. Meng, sneaked out of the ward by herself, and went to another hospital to find Song Tingyue.

"Where are you going?" A cold voice came from behind.

Meng Yinyin turned her head and saw Leng Muye following her, and slowed down: "I have something to do when I go out, so go back to the ward to accompany Grandpa, and talk to Grandpa more."

"Nothing to say, where are you going to do business, I will be with you."

Leng Muye made up his mind to follow Meng Yinyin.

It's boring to stay in the ward, and it's even more boring to chat with an old man I don't know.

Or go out for a walk and see what's fun.

Seeing Leng Muye so heartless, Meng Yinyin shook her head helplessly.

The two took the car together and went to the hospital where Song Tingyue was treated.

Before getting out of the car, Leng Muye wailed, "Why is it a hospital again?"

"You want to follow yourself." Meng Yinyin gave him an innocent look.

"I knew I wouldn't have come with you."

Leng Muye was aggrieved, but he still followed Meng Yinyin closely.

He couldn't help asking: "Are you really my sister?"

"Well, are there any fake ones?" Meng Yinyin said with a smile: "When I first saw you, I had a very friendly feeling. I like to hear you sing, and I can sing to you when I have nothing to do in the future." I listen."

Leng Muye curled his lips in disdain: "Hey, whoever wants to sing for you, I just want to sing for Feiyin."

"You like Feiyin?" Meng Yinyin laughed.

"Fei Yin is my idol."

Leng Muye's eyes suddenly revealed a look of disappointment: "I didn't expect her to be such a gaudy woman. Her appearance doesn't match her ethereal singing voice at all. I'd rather she never take off her mask for the rest of her life."

This is the so-called death by sight!

Meng Yinyin sighed: "What we see now is not the real Feiyin."

Leng Muye suddenly stared at the corners of his eyes: "You also believe that the real Fei Yin is dead?"

"..."

The two went upstairs together, and Meng Yinyin wanted to ask the nurse about Song Tingyue's situation.

The nurse told her that Song Tingyue had been transferred and was no longer here.

(One update, visiting relatives these days, I am exhausted, I will make up for the update tonight, don’t worry, don’t forget to vote!)
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