The First Spoiled Marriage: Mr.Gu, No Way!

Will you be the next Yu Wanqing? Who knows?

Uncle likes her body. Is this the only advantage she has over Yu Wanqing?

However, Xia Yinian was reluctant to win such a victory.

What's the use of just liking your body? Everyone will grow old, and the younger generation will come one after another.

After a few years, my uncle is tired of playing with himself. Does it mean he is nothing?

Xia Yinian closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Can this man love?

……

When she woke up the next day, Xia Yinian found herself lying comfortably in the room of the main house.

She sat up in bed and it took her a long time to react.

Where's my uncle? Weren't they still in the pharmacy yesterday?

The main house here. How did she get back from there?

There seems to be no doubt about this problem. My uncle must have brought her back.

But did Uncle climb the window with her? He shouldn't have come straight with her in his arms, should he?

Thinking of this possibility, Xia Yinian was really in a hurry.

You can't let Grandpa know, otherwise it will be really troublesome.

She really doesn't want to explain, and she can't explain.

Xia Yinian got out of bed, washed, changed his clothes and left the room.

Fortunately, she didn't find anything unusual when she had breakfast with Grandpa.

However, Grandpa seemed a little absent-minded, just a slight feeling. Xia Yinian didn't know whether he thought too much.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you?" the two walked outside the jasmine forest and asked the girl with a wheelchair behind.

"What do you think grandpa has?" the old man whispered back.

"It's all right. I just think grandpa doesn't talk so much today. Do you miss grandma again?" Xia Yinian looked at the jasmine forest not far away.

The old man looked over there and said nothing more.

Xia Yinian took back his sight, and his sight fell on the old man in front of him, and slowly stopped.

She must have said something wrong. Grandpa would miss grandma every day. She doesn't need to mention it at all.

One old and one young, one sitting in a wheelchair and the other standing, the morning light came from their right side, pulled out two long figures and sprinkled them on the road.

"Niannian, go pick some jasmine flowers. Later, Grandpa will teach you to make sachets. That's your grandmother's favorite aroma."

The backyard was quiet for a while, and the old man's voice sounded.

"Well, this is also my favorite aroma." Xia Yinian nodded and pushed grandpa forward a few steps.

She found the most suitable place before she stopped.

"Grandpa, I'm going to pick flowers. Just wait a minute." the girl looked at the old man sideways.

"Yes." the old man waved his hand with a smile.

Xia Yinian gave the old man a happy smile before he let go of his wheelchair and walked towards Molly Lin.

Grandpa really has something on his mind today, but he doesn't say it and doesn't ask much. Just do something to make him happy.

Xia Yinian doesn't have a basket. Fortunately, she wears a long skirt today, and it's still pure white. Grandpa likes it.

She carefully pulled up a little skirt, collected those good flowers and slowly put them on the skirt.

The old man looked over there for a moment, and the color of the fundus slowly changed from clear to chaotic, from chaotic to clear.

The little girl and Jingchu look really alike. Her frowns and smiles remind him of his own woman.