Mr. Fu Chased His Wife and Overturned Again

Lu Wanchu was very naughty when she was a child, and liked to follow Song Cheng. Song Cheng was helpless and hugged her when she went to see a doctor.

Every time Lu Wanchu called out to Grandpa Song, although Song Cheng didn't smile on the surface, the curvature of the corners of his lips had already betrayed him.

Later, when she grew up, she became closer to Grandpa Song. In the eyes of outsiders, Grandpa Song, who was serious and ruthless, had a smile on her face when she got along with her, and even called her a little girl.

Before she was killed, she was going to have dinner with Song Cheng for a few days. After all, he lived alone, and she didn't visit him except for her.

Sylvia Lin's car soon arrived at the villa area where Song Cheng lived, drove into the villa area along Ginkgo Avenue, and stopped by a lake.

A faint breeze blew, and with the waves on the lake, Lu Wanchu's eyes fell on a villa a few meters away from them.

The villa is not big, it is a two-story building.

Some flowers and herbs were planted in the courtyard of the villa. An old man in his 60s with gray hair was watering with a kettle. There was a servant behind him, "Master, you are not in good health recently, why don't you? Take a break and let me water these flowers."

Song Cheng's wrinkled face had a faint sadness on his face, and the kettle in his hand stopped, "These flowers were planted by that girl in the evening. If she knew that I didn't water it, she would definitely be angry."

"Master, Miss Wanwan has already left."

The servant has no choice but to remind that since Miss Wanwan passed away, the master has aged a lot, and his complexion is not as good as before, and he thinks of Miss Wanwan from time to time.

So good Miss Wanwan, why doesn't God have eyes.

"Yeah, she's gone. If she's still here, she'll definitely let me take medicine."

Song Cheng's eyes were red and he stared at the flowers in front of him in a daze. Lu Wanchu's dissatisfaction seemed to be in his ears, "Grandpa Song, you are not good again."

"Grandpa Song, you're not good again!"

An unfamiliar soft voice came from not far away, obviously unfamiliar, Song Cheng raised his head subconsciously.

But I saw two girls standing at the door at some point, slim and beautiful.

"Late?! No, no, am I hallucinating?"

Song Cheng shook his head, thinking that he was hallucinating.

The servant on the side looked at it in surprise, "Master, you have no hallucinations, it is indeed the lady who is calling you."

"what?"

Song Cheng raised his head, his eyes met Shang Lu Wanchu's soft gaze, his familiar gaze was cunning and crystal clear with joy towards him.

"Grandpa Song, why don't you take medicine since you're sick?"

Lu Wanchu walked into the villa and stood in front of Song Cheng with rosy eyes.

Sylvia Lin walked to the servant and asked her to enter the villa with him, so as not to disturb Lu Wanchu.

"You...you...who are you?"

Song Cheng trembled slightly. He wanted to raise his head but felt too abrupt. After all, the girl in front of him had an unfamiliar face.

"Grandpa Song, it's me, it's me, I'm late."

Lu Wanchu let the tears slide down, her delicate face was full of tears.

Song Cheng shook his head with a wry smile and took a step back, "Little girl, it's not too late, she's been gone for a long time, how could you be her, stop talking nonsense."

"Grandpa Song, this is your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and I brought it to you today."

"However, Grandpa Song can only eat two of these sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and can't eat too much to avoid a toothache."

Lu Wanchu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised a soft smile, and opened his mouth to Song Cheng as before.