Sweetie, your vest is off again!

Chapter 285
Hearing Mr. Cheng's words, everyone in the room was stunned.

Looking warmly and quietly at the old man's eyes full of tears and expectation, he couldn't help being stabbed in the heart, and a sour feeling came to his heart.

When she didn't know what to do, Cheng Minglang came over and took the old man's hand to comfort her.

"Grandpa, she's not An An, but Nuan Nuan, Mo Han's fiancée."

The old man seemed very disappointed, he sighed deeply, and forced a faint smile on his wrinkled face.

"It's my old age, come and sit down!"

Nuan Nuan felt a little sour in her heart. She knew that the 'An An' the old man said must be his closest relative, and this person was no longer there.

She took Old Master Cheng's hand, smiled and comforted, "Grandpa Cheng, my name is Nuan Nuan, you can call me Nuan Nuan, I also have an English name, AN, if you like, you can also call me that."

The smile on the little girl's face was pure and clean.

Old Master Cheng came out of the disappointment just now and smiled kindly.

"Okay, grandpa will call you AN. Your eyes are very similar to my An An, but she is long gone."

After finishing speaking, the old man secretly wiped away tears.

Warm's eye circles turned red for no reason, took out a tissue, and wiped the old man's tears.

"Grandpa Cheng, today is your birthday. You must be happy. I see the cake is ready over there. Let's go there together and blow out the candles, shall we?"

Infected by the little girl's enthusiasm, Mr. Cheng immediately got up and led her towards the restaurant.

As he walked, he said, "Grandpa is getting old, can you help grandpa blow out the candles for a while?"

Nuan Nuan replied with a smile, "Okay, I also want to help Grandpa cut the cake together."

Throughout the birthday party, Mr. Cheng never left the warmth, and his smile gradually increased.

It wasn't until he was about to leave that he reluctantly held warm hands and said, "An'an, remember to come back and see grandpa often."

Looking at the lonely eyes of the old man, Wen Nuan couldn't help hugging him, and patted his back to comfort him.

"Grandpa, I will, you have to take good care of yourself."

On the way back, Wen Nuan still hadn't recovered from Mr. Cheng's words.

Still a little sad, "Brother, Grandpa Cheng is so pitiful. He lost three relatives at once. In the future, can I come and see him more often?"

Ye Mohan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He tilted his head to see the little girl's sad expression, and stretched out his big hand to rub her head.

"Okay, brother will accompany you."

After seeing off Wen Nuan and Ye Mo Han, Mr. Cheng was alone, holding Cheng Minglang's mobile phone, looking at the photos he just took over and over again.

And in every warm photo, he stayed for a long time, even stretched out his big hand, gently touching the little girl's bright smiling face, and kept murmuring 'An'an' in his mouth.

Cheng Minglang walked over, looked at the old man's tears, and smiled lightly.

"For so many years, I have worked so hard, but I haven't replaced that girl in your heart."

Old Master Cheng snorted coldly, without even raising his eyelids, "With your cold appearance, how can I have An An's warm heart, her words can melt my whole heart."

In the video, Nuan Nuan sang the birthday song to the old man over and over again. Every time he sang it, the smile on the old man's face increased.

This is the first time Cheng Minglang has seen his grandfather smile so happily in so many years.

And the person who made him happy was not himself, but someone he had never met.

Mr. Cheng slowly came out of his excitement, and returned the phone to Cheng Minglang, "You also noticed that she looks a lot like An An, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't invite a stranger to my birthday party for no reason. "

Cheng Minglang took the phone and sneered, "It seems that I'm not too old."

"Is there a background check on her? Is it possible that it's An An?"

Cheng Minglang was silent for a few seconds, "I checked, her father, Wen Zichuan, had sex with a woman in an accident and had a child. Later, when the woman died, he had no choice but to take the child home.

That child is warmth. "

Mr. Cheng was like a frost-beaten eggplant, which immediately wilted.

He kept muttering, "Why not her? Why not her? They look alike."

As he spoke, his face was covered with tears.

Cheng Minglang immediately knelt down and comforted him patiently, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely find An'an for you."

Old Master Cheng was like a child, shaking his head resolutely, "Don't look for her, she is my An'an, my intuition is not wrong, and I have never missed it for so many years."

The old man slowly leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of warm voices and smiles.

They are obviously alike, whether it's their voices and smiles, or some preferences, how could he get it wrong?
Cheng Minglang shook his head helplessly, he knew that An An was a heart disease of his grandfather, a heart disease that had been incurable for so many years.

He tried various ways to make him forget about it, but to no avail.

He treats the matter of finding An'an as he treats his own experiment, meticulous and never slack.

Sometimes Cheng Minglang was very scared. If An An really passed away more than ten years ago, what would grandpa do?Will his life lose hope from now on?
After Wen Nuan returned home, the voice and smile of Mr. Cheng was still in his mind.

She didn't know why she felt that smile was so kind, as if it had been buried in her memory.

While she was sitting on the bed in a daze, Ye Mohan came in with milk.

Seeing the little girl lost in thought, she slowly walked to her side.

"Nuannuan, drink the milk and go to bed early."

The little girl was very obedient, she picked up the milk and drank it in one gulp.

Ye Mohan took a tissue and helped her wipe the milk froth from the corner of her lips, and spoke softly.

"Still thinking about what happened today?"

Nodding warmly, "Brother, I always feel that Grandpa Cheng has met somewhere before. When I see him crying, I will be very sad. When I see him happy, I will also be happy. Brother, am I being too sentimental? .”

Speaking of these words, the expression on Grandpa Cheng's face when he parted was still in Nuan Nuan's mind.

Thinking of these, I couldn't help feeling sour again, and the circles of my eyes turned red.

Ye Mohan hugged her in his arms to comfort her, "It's okay, if you want to go, we can visit him anytime."

Finally put the little girl to sleep, but Ye Mohan felt a little insomnia.

He has basically confirmed his initial judgment now, although there is no basis for it.

But the innate close relationship between Wen Nuan and the Cheng family is the best proof.

Except for being so close to her closest relatives, the little girl is very indifferent to others.

(End of this chapter)