He shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but persuade him, "Father, your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Drinking now will only increase the burden on your body."

"What are you afraid of? I haven't had a drink in years. Now I'm craving it and I'm already in the hospital. Can't I have a sip?"

In the past, Mr. Shen's love for wine was so great that he could be described as a heavy drinker.

As for why he was able to quit drinking for a period of time later, it was not because he had strong self-control, but because he had serious problems with his liver and kidneys. When it was serious, drinking a sip of alcohol would cause pain for most of the night.

Later on, I was forced to stop drinking alcohol and could only drink tea.

As for why she drank it again now, it was because she drank it in her dream.

After waking up, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked his secretary Anping to bring him the wine.

I took a sip carefully, but I didn't feel anything.

This made the old man overjoyed.

Shen Xing shook his head helplessly.

"Come on, Ah Xing, have a couple of drinks with me, Dad!"

Shen Xing observed the old man’s current situation very carefully.

His face is rosy and his forehead is bright. It can be seen that the old man is in very good condition.

He just felt that his heart could never calm down.

Who is the origin of that little kid Song Rushuang?

Why is it that such a young child like her can solve the chronic injuries that experts both inside and outside China are helpless to treat?

In Shen Xing's opinion, there must be someone behind her.

Could he be a hermit in some mountain?

It's hard to say for sure.

In China's tens of thousands of years of history, no matter how shocking the events are, there are traces to follow.

Could it be that he really became an alien?

A cell phone rang abruptly.

Shen Xing took out his mobile phone.

"Hello? Is this Uncle Shen?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Rushuang's soft voice sounded slowly.

"Xiao Qi, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?"

When Mr. Shen on the hospital bed heard the word Xiaoqi, he immediately pricked up his ears and looked at Shen Xing.

“Uncle Shen, because I left in a hurry, I forgot to tell you an important thing.”

"you say."

Maybe even Shen Xing himself couldn't find it.

The tone he used when talking to Song Rushuang was much gentler than before.

As a bystander, he saw everything she did to Mr. Shen.

"Did the old man drink?"

“Xiao Qi is quite resourceful, your Grandpa Shen is drinking right now.”

"That won't work. His body is still recovering, so he can't touch things like cigarettes and alcohol."

Song Rushuang had just finished speaking.

Shen Xing raised the mobile phone in his hand towards his father, and then said to Mr. Shen:

"Did you hear that, old man? Your granddaughter told you not to drink."

Mr. Shen’s face immediately fell, and then he hissed at Shen Xing.

He probably just hoped that Shen Xing could help him hide it for a while.

He is just like an old child who has still kept his childishness.

But Shen Xing had no intention of spoiling him.

He said directly to Song Rushuang on the other end of the phone:

"I probably can't supervise the old man anymore. Xiaoqi, uncle will give your grandfather the phone number. You talk to him, okay?"

Mr. Shen shook his head like a rattle. He didn't answer the call.

But there was no way, Shen Xing had already pushed the wheelchair and moved towards his bed.

Anyway, he was not given any chance to refuse.

Mr. Shen's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at his eldest son with some resentment.

Who is whose father?

He has lived for most of his life, and basically no one dared to stop him from doing anything.

Now at this age, half of my body is almost buried in the ground.

I'm just greedy and want to have a drink of wine.

Not only is he extremely secretive, but his own son is also reporting him to his granddaughter?

Then does he still want to keep this old face? !

Shen Xing, who was standing beside the bed, seemed unaware of the malice coming from him.

He squinted his eyes and smiled, handed over the mobile phone in his hand, and then gently persuaded:

"Father, Xiaoqi just said she missed you. Are you not going to answer her call?"

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, so Song Rushuang must have heard it.

Mr. Shen glared at Shen Xing without any curiosity.

Do you think he doesn't know about his little plan?

However, there was no way he wouldn't answer the call.

The phone was just placed next to my ear when Xiao Qi's soft and tender voice rang out from the other end of the line:

“Grandpa Shen, have you been drinking secretly?”

A burst of blood.

Mr. Shen didn't even have the chance to find an excuse for himself.

“Xiao Qi, it’s really not that Grandpa Shen stole the food, it’s because they happened to be placed in the ward, so, so…”

So I took a sip secretly.

Song Rushuang smiled helplessly, but she did not blame Mr. Shen for not taking care of his health.

Although she called him grandpa, Song Rushuang did not have the Shen family's blood flowing in her body.

Mr. Shen doesn't owe her anything.

Therefore, when dealing with such elderly people, Song Rushuang always adopts a conciliatory policy.

“Grandpa Shen, Xiao Qi knows that you are good at drinking and you like to drink. It’s not that drinking is bad, but your body has just gotten better. These internal organs are considered to be reborn, just like Xiao Qi’s body now.”

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