In fact, he could ask the parking attendant to drive the car over, but Song Wanwan felt that his grandfather seemed to have something to talk to Professor Chen.
She didn't bother.
"Xiao Chen, do you regret it?"
"Mr. Song, although Wanwan is not my child, she is the hope that keeps me alive."
Chen Bomin's voice was lonely but also contained a hint of anticipation.
This indirectly answers the question.
How can I not regret it?
Even though Song Wanwan is not his child, he will take care of him as if he were his own.
Because this child is the only daughter of the woman she loves.
"It just so happens that Wanwan has no father, and I'm old. Since you've never married for Ayin's sake, let Wanwan recognize you as his godfather. That way, when you're old, he and Xiaorong can take care of you in your old age. When people get old, they always like to have children and grandchildren around them. Compared to a nursing home, having children by their side is what's most important."
"Mr. Song..."
"Let's do this. When Wanwan gets married, we'll hold her hands and send her to Xiaorong. When they have children, we two old men will take care of them and play chess with them."
Chen Bomin was so moved that he didn't know what to do.
"Hey, listen to what Mr. Song says."
"If you had listened to me more than 20 years earlier, this wouldn't have happened, Xiao Chen." Old Song reached out and patted Chen Boming's shoulder, his voice full of regret.
Chen Bomin lowered his head, his eyes moist.
He regretted that the thing he regretted most in his life was that he made his beloved girl wait for him for so many years.
Success and fame are nothing compared to her.
"I will treat Wanwan as my own daughter."
"Okay, I'll talk to Wanwan and Xiaorong about this tonight. When the Song family's old house is finished, we'll move there. Ayin's shadow is there, and we can both live there in our old age. It's not right to be alone and helpless."
"Listen to Uncle Song."
Chen Bomin smiled and nodded.
"Yeah." Old Master Song nodded with satisfaction, leaning on his crutches.
But I still feel regretful.
If it had been like this back then, everything would have been different.
"I heard that Lu Yiming is dead?"
"That kind of scum is a waste of land even if he dies." Old Master Song's tone suddenly became bad.
It even feels a bit unlucky.
Chen Bomin immediately stopped talking.
When Song Wanwan drove up, the two of them sat in the back seat.
"Grandpa, where are we going?"
"The commercial street in the city center. Grandpa brought his bank card today."
"Okay!" Song Wanwan didn't refuse. He stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the commercial street.
I thought the old man just wanted to buy some gold as a dowry.
But what’s even more exaggerated than buying clothes before is that as long as I say it’s okay and looks good, my grandfather and Professor Chen will compete to pay for it.
Song Wanwan was standing nearby and suddenly became curious.
She walked up to her grandfather and asked quietly.
"Grandpa, where did you save so much private money? How come I didn't know about it?"
Over the years, she has lived frugally to pay for her grandfather's medical expenses, and all the money has been given to the hospital.
Where does grandpa get the money?
"This is the dowry money your grandma and I saved for you when you were very young. We've never touched it. When you get married, I'll give you the card too. It's quite a bit of money."
Song Wanwan was shocked when he heard this.
After my grandfather swiped the card, he was shocked again when he saw the long string of numbers.
"You little old man, why don't you take it out and treat yourself with a better doctor!"
"Grandpa is old, he's old, there will always be a day like this, how can I drag you down?"
Old Master Song smiled kindly, not caring at all that he had not seen the best doctor when he was sick before.
Song Wanwan suddenly wanted to cry.
Grandpa's love for her is really deep.
Even if his life is in danger, he is unwilling to use the money.
"Wanwan, decide what style of wedding quilt you like. Let's buy two more, red ones for a festive look." Chen Bomin pulled Song Wanwan forward and went to a home textile brand store.
More familiar than the staff.
He has a completely different aura from that elegant and scholarly professor.
"Oh my God." Song Wanwan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
It's like a little girl who is forced by her old father to buy this and that and is unwilling to refuse.
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