There is a Breeze When He Laughs

   Chapter 509 Don't Take My Grandson Away

  It's okay that Lu Shixiu didn't come.

  After coming here, Wen Yiren felt that he was suffering from lovesickness.

  Almost every day, he actively calls him.

  She thought, maybe she really likes him.

  Finally, the crew will have a holiday one day, and Wen Yiren can’t wait to start packing.

  In the past two days, Jiangcheng has been exceptionally cold, even if she couldn’t help wearing more warm clothes.

   "Sister Yiren, let me help you clean up."

  Yang Meimei looked at Wen Yi's messy suitcase, throwing everything into it.

  Wen Yiren was embarrassed and smiled, "Okay, I'll go downstairs and stroll around."

   "Sister Yiren, it's so late, let's wait until I finish packing up and accompany you."

   "It's okay."

  I have been in Jiangcheng for so long, and she hasn’t been shopping around.

  The hotel they stayed in was in the city center, and it was convenient to go everywhere, next to the largest park in Jiangcheng.

  The night breeze is breezy, and you can vaguely hear the music of square dancing in the distance.

  Wen Yiren chose a secluded path.

  ‘Let go of my grandson, please let my grandson go, do it well, let my grandson go, I’ll burn you paper money..."

  The old voice suddenly came from the front.

  Wen Yi subconsciously looked at the past, she was an elderly grandmother.

  She is squatting on the ground to burn paper money.

  I'm not afraid of being caught when I burn paper in the park.

   was about to leave, the old grandma's voice sounded again.

  "My grandson has been weak and sick since he was a child, and it is not suitable for you. Let him go, please let me go, or I will let Lord Yan come to catch you, you will be cramped and skinned, and you will be lost in your soul."

  This curse...

  Wen pleasantly raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but leaned over.

   "Grandma, the park can't burn paper."

  The old man raised his head, staring fiercely and warmly, "I want you to take care of it."

   After finishing speaking, he continued to mutter, "You devil, you will not be reborn if you take my grandson away. You will go to the eighteenth hell. Please let my grandson go."

   "I can help you get rid of ghosts, do you believe it?"

  The old man did not take care of it and be warm and pleasant.

  Wen Yiren looked at her quietly, the fire was bright, and the old man's face was flushed.

  A cyan under her eye sockets and wrinkles on her face. In the night, she looked a bit scary.

   "Take me to see your grandson, I can let him survive."

  Wen pleasant voice is full of charm.

  The old man finally looked at her again, "Are you sure?"

   "Of course, I never speak big words."

  Wen Yiren took out the silver bell and shook it, “If you don’t take me there, your grandson will not survive twelve o’clock in the morning.”

  The old man turned pale, and got up quickly, "Okay, you come with me."

  According to the introduction of the old man, her surname is Wang, and she is raising her four-year-old grandson and child by herself.

  Her son and daughter-in-law divorced when the child was born, and they started their own families. The custody of the child belongs to the child’s mother. However, she was afraid that the child would be wronged, so she took it with her.

  During this period, the child babbled and said strange things every day, saying that he had seen a ghost, and he would not even let her hold him.

Wen Yiren remained silent until he reached Grandma Wang's house.

  In an old community.

  The house is not big, and the decoration is very simple. Almost as soon as he walked in, Wen Yiren heard the cry of the child.

  "Don’t cry, boy, boy, grandma is here."

  Grandma Wang greeted her, but the child cried even harder.

  Wen Yiren stood at the door, watching Grandma Wang holding toys to tease the children.

  (End of this chapter)