Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qinglan could sense that something had happened.

She frowned slightly and looked at the man with some worry, "You go and do your work first, let Wen Le drive you there, leave me on the roadside to sober up, I can take a taxi back by myself."

"It's okay, I'll take you back to Qinglan Waterside first." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips and comforted the girl in a deep voice.

No matter what, he couldn't leave Shi Qinglan on the roadside.

Wen Le stepped on the accelerator to speed up the car, and Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and kept calling the old house with his mobile phone...

The old house of the Bo family chaebol.

Bo Chengru took a taxi and returned to the old house in a hurry. His smiling face was not as serious as usual, and he had no idea that the Bo family was so worried about him that their heads were almost bald.

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

After Bo Yucheng sent Shi Qinglan back to Qinglan Waterside Pavilion, he immediately asked Wen Le to drive to the old house quickly. He walked into the villa with his slender legs, and there was a hint of coldness all over his body.

"Oh, you're back?" Bo Chengru raised his eyelids.

He was rummaging through the jewelry box at home at the moment. They were all things left by his wife and Bo Yucheng's mother. He wanted to pick out a few to pass on to his granddaughter-in-law.

Bo Yucheng frowned slightly, "Grandpa, why didn't you say hello when you returned to the country? You know how much I and Butler Qin..."

"You can forget it." Bo Chengru interrupted him mercilessly.

The old man straightened his back and put the jewelry box back to its original place. His vicissitudes of life revealed a bit of depth. He leaned on the gloomy wooden cane with one hand and turned around with the other hand behind his back.

With a sour tone, "If you, your grandson, cared about me, you wouldn't have sent an old man like me abroad!"

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

He was brought up by Bo Chengru since he was a child, and he had a deep relationship with his grandfather. He was sent to a foreign country for recuperation because the medical care there was advanced, and he would go abroad to see him whenever he had time, and he never meant to leave him in a foreign hospital.

"Why did you return to China?" He asked, pursing his lips.

Bo Chengru glanced at him sideways, sneered and pretended to be indifferent, "Your grandpa is dying, so I want to go back to China to take a few more glances at you, your grandson, isn't it?"

"Grandpa." Bo Yucheng frowned even tighter.

His dark eyes sank a little, "You are blessed to be in good health, and you are not allowed to say such things in the future."

Bo Chengru really believed the nonsense of being in good health.

He turned his head back, his back to the man, his deep eyes were filled with vicissitudes and coldness, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he responded nonchalantly, "Yeah."

He knew what his own body was like.

Even if the doctor didn't say it, he could feel that his body was not as good as before, as if all the organs in his body were beginning to become disobedient, and sometimes it was difficult to walk a few steps or do small things.

Going back to the country alone exhausted most of his remaining strength.

"Grandpa, I'll help you sit down." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips, and he took the old man's arm and helped him to the chair.

Bo Chengru sat down slowly with a cane.

It seemed like a simple daily action, but it was very strenuous for him to do it, and the hand holding the cane was trembling slightly.

Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and could see that the back of the old man's hand was covered with wrinkles. The pair of big hands that were once broad and warm now had traces of age, and the skin was slightly wrinkled.

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

Bo Chengru waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's incurable. He told me to prepare for my funeral. I thought I've been running around for the Bo family for most of my life. Even if I want to leave, I can't go outside. I just took a flight back."

Bo Yucheng's slightly drooping eyes suppressed the light in his eyes, and his voice was a little low, "Grandpa, you just promised me..."

"Okay, I just lied to you." Bo Chengru interrupted him directly, "Your grandpa is lucky. I met a miracle doctor who said he could cure my disease. You, a bastard, don't think about getting rid of me so early. I have to watch you get married before I die."

He blew his beard and glared at the man with a sidelong glance.

Not wanting his grandson to worry about him, he simply brought up the doctor girl he met at the airport, and even blew her up as a miracle doctor, making up a lie to reassure his grandson.

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

Bo Chengru raised his cane directly, "You are a bastard! You are not happy when I said I will die soon, and you still don't believe me when I said I met a miracle doctor. What do you want..."

"I don't disbelieve you." Bo Yucheng pursed his lips, "Then I will accompany you to see the miracle doctor in a few days. I happen to know a miracle doctor who may be able to cure your illness."

Bo Chengru responded perfunctorily and didn't care about the miracle doctor mentioned by his grandson. However, when he heard that he wanted to take the initiative to meet the girl he met, his eyes suddenly became cold and interested.

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

This is a tea table specially used for meeting guests. Two Dalbergia odorifera chairs stand on both sides of the tea table, and a small-leaf red sandalwood tea tray is placed on it. Seeing this, the servant immediately came to make tea for the two of them.

Bo Yucheng walked steadily to another Dalbergia odorifera chair and sat down. Even in front of his family, he still stood straight, and his noble and elegant temperament was not diminished at all.

"Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo, please have some tea."

After the servants respectfully poured tea for the two, they consciously retreated to the side, leaving the grandfather and grandson a separate space for conversation.

Bo Yucheng picked up the teacup nonchalantly, somewhat confused about what his grandfather meant, "What can I talk about?"

"What can you talk about... There is nothing to talk about with such a boring grandson like you, let's talk about my granddaughter-in-law!" Bo Chengru glared at him angrily, not giving him a good look.

For him, his granddaughter-in-law is the most important thing when he returns to China this time.

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyebrows couldn't help but raise slightly. He seemed to be thinking about something, stroking the teacup with his fingertips, and continued to ask, "What is there to talk about with my granddaughter-in-law?"

"You bastard..." Bo Chengru was so angry that his liver hurt, and he thought he was deliberately changing the subject.

Although Bo Yucheng was not too old, 24 years old was the golden age for men, and he was not in a hurry for marriage, but Bo Chengru urged him for many years because of his health.

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

Later, perhaps because he was annoyed by his urging, he simply said that he already had a girl he liked, but he just hadn't gotten her yet, and asked him not to continue trying to force someone on him.

Bo Chengru didn't believe a word of this!