The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

C805 Grandmother Has Never Been Married in Her Entire Life



C805 Grandmother Has Never Been Married in Her Entire Life

The old cabin, the things on the bed are moldy, and there's a smell of dust in the air.    

    

But at the same time, there was also the smell of sunlight.    

    

"Gu Tingshen, why are you so good?"    

    

Huo Niannian pounced over, wanting to hug Gu Tingshen and kiss him on the chin, but was avoided by Gu Tingshen's face, "Dirty. "    

    

When he was cleaning, he did have a conflicting feeling at first, but it quickly disappeared.    

    

Because when he thought that this was the place that gave birth to Huo Niannian for 20 years, his mood was very good.    

    

"Then let's go back and kiss again?"    

    

Huo Niannian raised her head and laughed heartily. Gu Tingshen raised his eyebrows and did not comment.    

    

The things in the room were still there. There was a big frame on the gray wall. There was a little girl with hemp braids inside with a smile on her face. She was also wearing a big red flower jacket.    

    

Behind the frame were some old pictures with yellow corners.    

    

The girl in the picture was always smiling. It was as if although the family was poor, they were very happy. The old lady at the back bent her back and looked at Huo Niannian with a smile. Just from the old lady's kind eyes, Gu Tingshen knew that she was really good to Huo Niannian.    

    

"This must be grandma. "    

    

"Yes. " Huo Niannian nodded. She took out a wet tissue from her bag and wiped it on the photo frame. "I only found out later on that grandma was never married. "    

    

Although she did not know how she was "abandoned" at that time, she later learned from Old Master Cheng that this nanny had been working at the Cheng family's house when she was young. She had been working for more than ten years and had never gotten married.    

    

"Grandma is really good to me. Gu Tingshen, let's go and pay our respects to Grandma tomorrow. "    

    

"Okay. "    

    

Gu Tingshen reached out his hand and rubbed Huo Niannian's hair.    

    

Gu Tingshen had already given instructions when he came, so Zhou Haoqin had almost prepared everything. Actually, he was not good at and understood these things, so he had asked for advice in many places.    

    

Of course, Yan Yan also specifically made a phone call to go back and ask her mother. Her mother once suspected that she had a boyfriend, and even worried that she might have a boyfriend. Was Yan Yan's boyfriend killed by his parents? Was he going to pay respects to his mother-in-law?    

    

Only after Yan Yan explained again and again did her mother believe him.    

    

The sacrifices were well prepared.    

    

. . .    

    

At this moment, Yan Yan had already moved all her luggage into the room. Actually, it was not much. It was a small curry box. This time, she came here as a business trip, but she still brought a lot of beautiful clothes. It was the nature of a girl.    

    

"Special Assistance Zhou, let me remind you again. If you don't want to live with me, you can sleep in the corridor and in the lobby. I think the sofa in the lobby is actually quite good. "    

    

. . . ""    

    

Yan Yan propped up his suitcase with one hand and leaned lazily against the door frame.    

    

Hmph, since he had come out with Niannian this time, why would he be afraid of Special Assistance Zhou bullying him?    

    

She was the same too! She had someone backing her up. Okay?    

    

"Why don't you sleep on the sofa?" Zhou Haoqin calmly looked up and suddenly thought of something. A complicated look flashed across his eyes. "Didn't you say that sleeping with a man is nothing?"    

    

"Well, that's what you mean. . . "    

    

"Then I will come in. "    

    

Zhou Haoqin opened the door as he spoke, but was quickly blocked by Yan Yan. "You cannot come in!"    

    


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