He slowly turned his head and looked at the tall tombstone. On both sides of the tombstone are steps one after another, and the steps are planted with flowers and colorful.

The Xanadu in general.

His eyes rested on the portrait on the tombstone.

In the photo, the woman is wearing a colorful cheongsam with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. The beauty is indispensable, and the beauty makes people feel unreal.

Ji Anning thought, she should be more beautiful than her appearance, because Mr. Char and her grandfather, these two successful men in society, how could they only show their faces?

As time passed by, Ji Anning was always worried about Char.

After another four or five seconds, she walked over and took his hand, "Uncle, let's go first."

Ji Chicheng then moved his gaze away from the tombstone, took a step forward, and bent over.

Reached out and plucked out a weed in a pot with lavender flowers placed on the right side of the tombstone, and put it into the palm of his hand.

Then he glanced at the tombstone again, lowered his head, remained silent for about three seconds, and then followed Ji Anning around.

Ji Anning glanced at Ji Chicheng's hand that was holding the grass, and the green grass tip appeared. He didn't hold it hard, as if being gentle.

...

"Mr. Char took a lot of sleeping pills. I should thank the world for a heavy rain and let him sleep less heavily. Fortunately, you arrived in time. He hasn't taken his medicine for long."

Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng breathed a sigh of relief when they heard what the doctor said.

They both held each other's hands tightly, as if they were all saying, okay, he was fine.

Washed the stomach.

After ten hours, Char woke up.

He opened a pair of eyes feebly, his face was pale with no trace of blood, his eyes rolled.

'Snapped'

Suddenly, there was a sound of plastic colliding under the bed. He looked down and looked in the direction of the sound.

A chubby little man with fluffy hair, two croissant braids, wearing pink pajamas, a small pink face, and a fleshy face.

Her small hands were violently breaking the two blocks together.

The sunlight passed through the glass, shone into the room, and sprinkled on the little girl's body, warm.

In the bottom of my heart, the warmth that hasn't been in a long time, since when, he can't remember exactly.

Charl looked at the little girl, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "One after another."

The little girl heard his weak shouts and raised her head in surprise. Seeing that he opened his eyes, his small body grumbled and got up, ran to the bed, climbed onto the bed, arched her waist, and held Char's head. .

"grandfather."

Three or four-year-old children, with the fragrance of milk exuding their bodies, Char raised his hand to embrace the little girl.

Fleshy, soft.

Life seems to be full of meaning.

"Look at how good your relationship is."

Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng hid at the door, looking inside, they hugged Char's neck one after another, the intimacy picture.

I feel very warm.

Ji Anning sighed sincerely.

Ji Chicheng stared at her disgustingly, "Ji Anning, have you forgotten what he did to you?"

In that way, she seemed to be scolding her for being useless.

Ji Anning nodded, "Oh, if you don't remind me, I forgot, I almost became someone's stepmother."

Now think about the relationship that she and Char declared to the outside world, and almost stepped into the palace of marriage. It was ridiculous and extremely absurd.

With that said, she didn't look at Ji Chicheng's handsome face, which was gradually darkening.