"Why did Chicheng never tell me about this?" Xiang Yiqing looked at Ji Anning in surprise, "Which district is it in?"

Ji Anning said lightly: "In Area A."

She then asked Xiang Yiqing: "Doctor Xiang, why are you here?"

After asking, she scanned the white lab coat that Xiang Yiqing was wearing and saw the logo of this nursing home. She was also a little surprised. At the same time, it became clear, "So you work in this nursing home."

Xiang Yi chuckled and said, "Not long after I came here, I will return to the sea market after the Spring Festival."

Ji Anning nodded, "Oh", there was no topic, she was also anxious to rush to her father, "The doctor, I will go first."

"it is good."

Xiang Yi nodded lightly, Ji Anning gave him a smile, and then turned and entered the gate of the sanatorium.

Her petite figure went farther and farther, and Xiang Yi looked at it lightly, unconsciously lost.

"Boy, what are you looking at? Who is that girl?"

An old man's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, interrupting his thoughts, he stood behind him sideways, and moved his head close to his old man with a look of gossip.

The old man was gray-haired, about 70 years old, and he was wearing the hospital gown of this nursing home.

Xiang Yiqing frowned and looked at him, "Who do you think it is?"

"Humph." The old man snorted coldly, with a look of disdain, "Anyway, no matter who it is, it can't be my future grandson and daughter-in-law."

Looking at the naughty grandfather, Xiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows funny, "Should I congratulate you on the correct answer?"

"Do you like her?" The old man showed a gossip smile on his face, with a sure tone.

Xiang Yiqing did not deny or admit it, and followed his old man's snort, "Huh! It's not long since your old man entered the nursing home, but he has contracted the same problems as the little nurses."

The old man's eyebrows crisscrossed, "Do you dare to say I have something wrong?"

"Isn't it?" Xiang Yi gave his grandfather a disgusting look, "the gossip problem."

Then he put his hands in the pockets of the white coat and walked leisurely in the direction Ji Anning had just taken.

"Xiang Yiqing, you haven't told me, do you like that girl? I'll talk to her later."

The old man shouted loudly behind him, obviously threatening.

Xiang Yiqing hurriedly stopped, frowning and reminding his elderly seriously: "No, she is my friend's girlfriend, don't be foolish."

Then he turned and continued walking.

Behind him came the old man's shout again, "Good grandson, as long as you swing the **** well, you can't fall without the foot of the wall."

Xiang Yiqing: "..."

Although very speechless, his Qingjun's face showed a spoiled smile. How can there be such an elder, this old man is really getting naughty.

...

"Dad, haven't I told you? You need to be active, not lying down all day."

Looking at his father who was lying on the bed and refused to get up, Ji Anning was helpless and distressed, trying to persuade him to get up and move around.

"Are you Jiajia?"

Father looked at her with thin, sunken eyes, and his dark eyes gradually brightened.

"Yeah." Ji Anning grabbed his skinny hand and nodded vigorously, "I'm Jiajia."

"Jiajia, how much money do you have in your piggy bank?"

Father smiled and asked her slightly, Ji Anning knew that he had forgotten the current year, month and day, and that she had only been here yesterday.

She endured her tears and smiled, "Much better, almost full."