School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 891 Not qualified to meet him
"He...where is he?"

The first reaction in my mind was to see him.

"What right do you have to see him?" Shu Yacheng blocked her way and shouted at her losing her image.

Staring at Shu Yacheng with miserable eyes, she asked, "Why, why did he have cerebral hemorrhage, why did he have cerebral hemorrhage when he was so good?"

"Ah……."

There was a throbbing pain in Shu Yacheng's heart, wet tears welled up in his eyes, he raised his head mockingly, and tried his best to hold back the tears.

Nangonghan, the person you miss so much, she doesn't know about your condition, it's really sad and ridiculous.

"Xiaoya, let's go."

Nangongde coughed lightly, walked past Zuo Qiyue on crutches, and didn't even look at her lazily.

"Grandpa... grandpa."

In a daze, Qiyue didn't care about catching up with Nangong De and blocking his way forward.

"Grandpa, tell me, what happened to Nangong Han? Where is he?" Her throat seemed to be stuck by a cold and hard stone. With a little force, the pain was so painful that she wanted to cry.

"Ah."

Nangong De just looked at her sad appearance quietly, but in his eyes, she was acting, gently pulling out a trace of ridicule.

"Now that he is like this, you should be happy in your heart, right? Finally, you can avenge your mother, right?" He said this in a painful way, and his chest heaved deeply.

To avenge my mother...

"Grandpa, you, what do you mean?"

"What...revenge for mother?" Moist tears filled Mo Qiyue's eyes, and when she blinked lightly, salty tears fell from her eye sockets.

She hated Nangong Han and hated him for being so cruel, but at this point, the hatred in her heart didn't seem to be that deep.

"What do you mean you don't know? No matter how hard he tries, don't you believe him?"

Thinking back to the words of his subordinates, Nangong De's heart throbbed again. Thinking about it, the dignified young master of the Nangong family would beg her so humblely and humbly for an ordinary woman.

"grandfather……."

Most Qiyue was bitter, her eyes filled with grief, "It's true that Nangong Han killed my mother. I didn't wrong him, but I didn't want him to die just because he killed my mother."

"Snapped!"

A slap hit her hard on the face, instantly stopping her from continuing to speak.

Nangong De was so angry that his whole body was trembling slightly.

He shouted angrily, "Since it's the truth, there's no need to come here hypocritically."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward angrily, and Qiyue was slapped so hard that she was a little dizzy, but she didn't care about anything, and quickly chased after her.

"Grandpa, I beg you, let me see if he is okay?" She didn't know why she did this, she felt that Nangong Han's cerebral hemorrhage must have something to do with her.

Logically speaking, if he killed my mother, he would be considered dead, and she should be happy in her heart, but for some reason, that heart seemed not as cold as imagined.

"Heh." Nangong De turned around and looked down at her.

"You spend as much time with Han'er as anyone else, don't you know how he behaves?"

"Your mother is a mental patient. Are you sure that what she said is so trustworthy?"

After Nangongde finished speaking, he walked forward without stopping.

Most Qiyue stood there in a trance, quietly savoring what Grandpa said, his heart was stabbed heavily, before he had time to guard against it.

In the empty corridor, she was left alone, standing there alone, as if there was a backlight stinging her eyes, and tears kept sliding down from the eye sockets.

(End of this chapter)