CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

Outside, Jianrui sobbed like a small beast, sobbing through the door panel. Qiaoya bit her lips tightly, and the tears fell down like a broken line. She wanted to explain that she didn't really want to leave the house or don't want anyone. She just wanted to help everyone, but she didn't know how to speak to Jianrui.

"Ruirui, aunt is not..." she shook her head. Because of Qiao Qinghe's disease, she just felt that the whole heart seemed to be pounded by someone with her fist. She wanted to appease Jian Rui, but what she said was only the most feeble words.

Both of them were sobbing in a low voice through the door.

When Gu Xiaomian came up, he saw Jian Rui standing at the door crying silently. His eyes and nose were red. He came and pulled La Jian Rui and whispered, "Rui Rui, don't cry, let's go down first..."

Jian Rui was stiff and didn't move. Her small fist hung down and held tightly on her side, as if she was suppressing something. Gu Xiaomian failed to break her hand.

He whispered to Jian Rui, but her steps never moved. Looking at her drooping eyes, Gu Xiaomian sighed helplessly. Just when he wanted to turn around and run back to find Mo Tong, he saw several people coming upstairs.

Mo Tong glanced, frowned slightly, raised his feet and walked towards Jian Rui, touched her head and said, "Rui Rui doesn't cry, we should go to see Grandpa."

Jian Rui kept her head down until she heard three words from Grandpa. Her big black and white eyes came back slightly. She blinked and looked up at Mo Tong.

Mo Tong nodded at her and reached out to wipe the tears on her cheeks: "listen, Grandpa must not want to see us cry, right?"

"Well, I don't cry," said Jane Rui in a hoarse voice. She sucked her nose and wiped her eyes with her small hand. "Brother, is this OK?"

She rubbed too hard, and her eyelids and cheeks were all covered with a light red. Mo Tong painfully touched her face and said, "OK, let's go see Grandpa."

Mo Xiujin stood at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing her like this, her eyebrows could not help frowning fiercely.

Except for the last time Jian Rui saw Qin Tian's picture shed tears at the wedding when she followed home. For such a long time, she never cried again. If there is anything that can directly affect his mood, Jian Rui's tears are undoubtedly one of them.

After several children walked into Qiao Qinghe's room, he didn't know whether there was an induction or something. It was clear that the needles were dropping quietly around, but he suddenly woke up.

"Are the children coming?" Qiao Qinghe asked weakly as soon as he opened his eyes.

Jian Haixi nodded, still holding his hand, and whispered, "Grandpa, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine. How can I feel uncomfortable when I wake up." Qiao Qinghe reluctantly smiled, shook his head and said, "help me up and let me talk to the children."

Jian Haixi and Yang Yaru helped him sit up and lean against the head of the bed.

Jian Rui's children all stood by the bed with their heads down in silence. The atmosphere in the room was very depressed, which was very different from when they came back here last time. Several people wanted to come forward, but they were afraid. They all stood awkwardly, and no one spoke.

"What are you doing standing? Come here, xiaoruirui." Qiao Qinghe smiled kindly and waved to Jian Rui, "why haven't you seen him for a few days and don't know grandpa?"

When Jian Rui was down there, the tears she had just dried burst out again. She sucked her nose and walked over. She looked at Qiao Qinghe, who looked a lot older overnight. Her voice was stuffy and said, "Grandpa, why are you sick again? You were fine a few days ago. Didn't you listen to the doctor?"

Qiao Qinghe smiled and struggled to raise his hand and touch her head. "Yes, grandpa is lazy these two days. In case ruiruirui gets sick in the future, you can't learn from the master, you know?"

Jianrui shook her head. She didn't know why. She especially rejected the next two words said by Qiao Qinghe. She took Qiao Qinghe's hand and said, "Grandpa, you should get better quickly and listen to the doctor. Do you know? Ruirui needs to listen to your story."

Before she finished, her tears overflowed her eyes. Qiao Qinghe raised his hand to help her gently wipe away her tears. His wrinkled hand trembled slightly and seemed to hang down powerlessly at any time, but he insisted on helping Jian Rui wipe the tears on her cheeks.

"Our little Ruirui is crying? Don't worry, grandpa is all right. He's just tired. Just rest for two days. Isn't it the same before?" he coaxed with a smile. "When grandpa is well, I'll tell you a story, okay?"

Jian Rui tried to nod her head, but she still couldn't stop falling off the golden beans. In an instant, she wet Qiao Qinghe's hand.

Gu Xiaomian looked at this scene and couldn't help turning his head and wiping his eyes with his back. Mo Xiuqian and Shazhi on one side lowered their heads, and their eyes were red under their long eyelashes.

Jian Yi and others didn't cry, but they were silent and heavy in heart.

"Come on, don't cry. Ang has more tears than Qiao Xiaosi. It's time for him to laugh at you later." Qiao Qinghe smiled, rubbed Jian Rui's head, dried her tears, and waved to Jian Yi, "come here, child."

Jian Yi obediently walked over. Qiao Qinghe put his hand on his tight frown and sighed: "Yi Yi, I know you're smart, but you're still young and your wisdom will hurt. Grandpa wants to see you happier in the future, okay?..."

Jian Yi was stunned, nodded and said, "Yi Yi, remember, you don't have to worry."

He knew that Qiao Qinghe had this idea in his heart in the past, but he had never told them so obviously. For a moment, he was more sad and could only nod more heavily to reassure Qiao Qinghe. "Don't worry, I remember."

"Good boy..." Qiao Qinghe kindly patted his hand. Jian Yi didn't talk much. In fact, he didn't worry so much about him. He was just worried that the child would be like Ning Jiwei. His future life would be like that.

Compared with Jian Yi, he is more worried about Mo Xiujin.

The child... Qiao Qinghe sighed, looked at Mo Xiujin and said, "come here."

Mo Xiujin pursed his lips and walked over. The always lazy and uninhibited man frowned like Jian Yi today. He looked at Qiao Qinghe with a touch of worry in his eyes.

"Ah Jin." Qiao Qinghe looked at him with dim eyes and said, "you are the same as Yi Yi. You should also take what you said just now. Even compared with Yi Yi, I am most worried about you."

Mo Xiujin tightly pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You are all the same smart, but I'm more afraid that you will go astray..." Qiao Qinghe asked, staring into his eyes. "So, can you promise grandpa one thing?"

Mo Xiujin nodded without thinking: "as long as you promise me to get better, I will promise what you say."

"You little devil." at this time, he didn't forget to talk about the conditions. Qiao Qinghe couldn't help being amused by him. He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, but then he gathered a smile and said, "ah Jin, Grandpa wants you to promise to be a good man all your life. Can you do it?"