Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qinglan could detect that something was probably going on.

She frowned and looked at the man with some worry, "Go ahead and let Wen Le drive you there. Put me on the side of the road and wake me up. I can take a taxi back by myself."

"It's okay, I will send you back to Qinglan Water Pavilion first." Bo Yucheng's lips pressed lightly, and a deep voice comforted in the girl's ear.

No matter what, he couldn't leave Shi Qinglan on the side of the road.

Wen Le consciously stepped on the accelerator to speed up, Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and used his mobile phone to call the old house...

The old house of Bo's chaebol.

Bo Chengru drove a car and returned to the old house, his smile was not as serious as usual, and he didn't know that the Bo family was so anxious for him that his head was almost bald.

The servants were relieved to see that he had finally returned home, so they immediately called Bo Yucheng.

After Bo Yucheng sent Shi Qinglan back to Qinglan Waterside Pavilion, he immediately let Wen Le gallop towards the old house, stepped onto his slender legs and walked into the villa, with a slight coldness all over his body.

"Yo, are you back?" Bo Chengru raised his eyelids.

At the moment, he is looking through the jewelry boxes at home, all left by his wife and Bo Yucheng's mother, picking and choosing a few things to pass to his grandson-in-law.

Bo Yucheng twisted his eyebrows lightly, "Grandpa, why don't you say hello when you return home? Do you know how much housekeeper Qin and I are..."

"You can pull it down." Bo Chengru interrupted him mercilessly.

The old man straightened his waist and put the jewelry box back. The vicissitudes of the cheek revealed a little deepness. He leaned on the gloomy wooden cane with one hand, and turned with the back of the other hand behind him.

With a sour tone, "If you, turtle grandson, care about me, you won't throw me this old man abroad!"

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng couldn't help but frowned.

He grew up from Bo to Confucianism since he was a child, and he has a deep relationship with his grandfather. Sending him to a foreign country for recuperation is really well-developed medicine there, and whenever he has time, he will go abroad to see him. He has never left him in a foreign hospital No matter what it means.

"Why did you return home?" he asked, pursing his thin lips.

Bo Chengru glanced sideways at him, sneered pretending to be indifferent, "Your grandfather, I'm dead soon, so I want to go back to the country and take a look at you, grandson?"

"Grandpa." Bo Yucheng's eyebrows furrowed tighter.

His pupil sank slightly, "You are blessed to have a tough body. You are not allowed to say this in the future."

Bo Chengru really believed in the nonsense of being tough.

He turned his head back and turned his back to the man. A little bit of vicissitudes and coolness were added to those deep eyes. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he casually replied, "Ang."

He knew what his body was like.

Even if the doctor didn't say anything, he could feel that his body was not as good as before. It seemed that the organs of the whole body were beginning to become disobedient, and sometimes it would take two steps to do little things.

Going home alone, exhausted most of his energy for the rest of his life.

"Grandpa, I will help you sit down." Bo Yucheng's lips pressed lightly, and he took the old man's arm and helped him onto the chair.

Bo Chengru slowly sat down with a cane.

The seemingly simple daily movements were very laborious for him to perform, and the hand holding the cane was trembling slightly.

Bo Yucheng's eyes were drooping, and he could see that the back of the old man's hands were covered with wrinkles. Those big and warm palms that were once generous, now had signs of age, and his skin was slightly wrinkled.

"What did the doctor say?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Bo Chengru waved his hand nonchalantly, "No treatment, he told me to prepare for the funeral. I think I have been working for the Bo family for most of my life. I'm back."

The corners of Bo Yucheng's eyes drooped to suppress the light in his eyes, and his voice was slightly low and authentic, "Grandpa, you just promised me..."

"Okay, I just lied to you." Bo Chengru interrupted him directly, "Your grandfather, I'm pretty lucky. I met a genius doctor who said it can cure my disease. Don't want to get rid of me so early. , I have to stare at you to get married before I can breathe."

He blew his beard and squinted at the man.

He didn't want his grandson to worry about himself, so he simply moved out the doctor girl he met at the airport, and pretended to be a genius doctor, and made up a lie to reassure his grandson.

"Really?" Bo Yucheng looked at the old man with deep eyes.

Bo Chengru directly raised his crutches, "Say you are a turtle grandson, you really are! I said that my life will not be long, and you are unwilling. If you don't believe me when you meet a genius doctor, what do you want to do..."

"I didn't believe you." Bo Yucheng's lips pressed lightly, "Then I will accompany you to see the genius doctor in two days. I happen to know a genius doctor, and maybe he can cure your disease."

Bo Chengru responded perfunctorily, and didn't care about the genius doctor in his grandson's mouth, but when he heard that he wanted to take the initiative to see the girl he met, his eyes suddenly became interested.

"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself." The old man tapped on the table and motioned Bo Yucheng to sit next to him.

This is a tea table specially used for meeting guests. Two Dalbergia rosewood chairs were placed on both sides of the tea table, and a small leaf red sandalwood tea tray was placed on the top. The servant immediately came to make tea for the two.

Bo Yucheng walked steadily to another Dalbergia rosewood chair and sat down. Even in front of his family, he was still straight, and the noble and elegant temperament that appeared all over him was undiminished.

"Master Bo, Mr. Bo, please use tea."

After the servant pouring tea for the two respectfully, he consciously retreated to the side, leaving a separate room for conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

Bo Yucheng casually picked up the tea cup, somewhat puzzled by what Grandpa meant, "What can I talk about?"

"What do you have to talk about... There is nothing to talk about for such a boring turtle-grandson like you, talk about my grandson-in-law!" Bo Chengru glared at him angrily, without giving a good face.

The grandson-in-law is the most important thing for him this time.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng couldn't help but raised his eyebrows slightly. As if thinking about something, he gently rubbed the teacup with his fingers and continued to ask, "What is there to talk about granddaughter-in-law?"

"You bastard..." Bo Chengru was so angry that he thought he was deliberately changing the subject.

Although Bo Yucheng was not too old, he was twenty-four years old at the golden age of a man, and he was not worried about marriage, but Bo Chengru had urged him for many years because of his body.

But Bo Yucheng kept saying that he had no plans in this regard and was not interested in the famous daughters he introduced.

Afterwards, it was probably annoying to see that he was urging him tightly, so he simply said that he already had a happy girl, but he hadn't chased him, so he stopped trying to cram him.

In this regard, Bo Chengru did not believe a word!