Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

Qin Su came out of the room several times. Every time he saw Jiang prison standing at the door of Lu tingwan's room, he didn't go away.

It's December now. The weather in the North City has not been as gentle as that in the south city. It's hot in summer and cold in winter. Especially in recent days, it rains from time to time.

It was rare to see the sun today. Sheng Qingyuan was able to take them around the manor.

And now it seems to rain again.

Qin Su sent a thick coat to Jiang prison with a thin coat on the door. Without saying anything, he just gave Jiang prison a coat.

Maybe I hope he'll feel better tonight.

That night, like Lu tingwan, Jiang prison was shrouded in despair and fear. He also looked forward to the early lighting of the day all night.

But this night, he was afraid of dawn.

However, the alternation of day and night, like birth, old age and death, is an irresistible natural law. When time comes, no one can stop it.

Exhausted for several days, Lu Ting slept heavily that night. Even if he remembered his grandfather, he couldn't wake up.

When she was suddenly awakened and opened her eyes, she found that the day was already bright.

She looked outside the balcony and her brain stopped for a few seconds. When she remembered something, she immediately turned to the side of the bed where grandpa sat last night, but saw that Grandpa, who promised she would go back to her room last night, was sitting on the chair beside the bed.

He hung his head, sat motionless on the back chair, his wrinkled hands folded together, his palms on crutches, and sat upright.

Grandpa sat by the bed all night yesterday? Thinking of this, Lu tingwan was surprised. After all, Grandpa was just sick.

But fortunately, the air conditioner in the room is turned on higher, so it won't freeze.

"Grandpa?" Lu tingwan hurriedly called him for fear that he could not stand sitting like this all night.

Her voice was not very loud and she was afraid of startling him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu tingwan stretched out his hand and grabbed Sheng Qingyuan's hand.

However, when she met Sheng Qingyuan, she was stunned.

His hands were frightfully cold without a trace of temperature.

Lu was stunned for several seconds, then raised his eyes and looked at Sheng Qingyuan's face.

She saw that Grandpa's face was pale.

She was stunned again.

The room was quiet for a moment, and then I heard her tentatively call Sheng Qingyuan: "Grandpa?"

"Grandpa?" she raised her voice and grasped Sheng Qingyuan's hand. But the panic came like the collapse of mountains and rivers.

Lu tingwan got up. She didn't seem to have a particularly big reaction and action, but her bad hands and feet betrayed her.

She knelt down beside the bed and looked at Sheng Qingyuan.

"Grandpa?" she called him again, her voice trembling, but still calm, as if calling a sleeping man to wake up.

Still no response, Sheng Qingyuan did not move.

Lu tingwan began to show some confusion. Tears didn't know what was going on. Then he began to flow up.

She reached out again and grabbed Sheng Qingyuan's hand.

"... grandpa?" she called him again.

"Grandpa?" this time, her voice caught a cry.

She seemed to realize something and didn't dare to call him.

She grabbed half of Sheng Qingyuan's palm, her eyes burst into tears, and her brain was blank.

She opened her mouth and wanted to shout something, but she couldn't make a sound for a moment. Finally

"Help..."

"Doctor, doctor, help, Jiang prison." she rushed to the door and found that the louder she shouted, the more she shouted, the more she collapsed.

This morning, it was broken by Lu tingwan's cry.

Jiang prison, which had been standing outside the door all night, was in a daze at the moment when Lu tingwan cried.

He grabbed the fence, stabilized himself, turned to the door, opened the door and rushed in.

"Is there anyone, help, sobbing... Grandpa."