Wan Ge raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy in front of her. Since they got together, apart from the first time they ate together when he hit someone, Song Yao hadn't laid a hand on her. She hadn't been watching him for a while when he came to the hospital.
Looking at Wan Ge in front of him, Song Yao could clearly sense that she was angry: "Wan Ge... let me explain."
At that moment, a voice rang out beside Wan Ge: "Wan Ge, why are you standing there? Your grandfather is over here."
As Mr. Zheng spoke, he walked over to his daughter and saw Song Yao in the direction of her gaze.
The boy in front of me was exceptionally handsome, even more so than when he was younger.
"You know each other?" What's wrong with this boy? He looks like he's injured his hand.
Song Yao wasn't the type to dye his hair brightly colored, nor did he dress in any particular way to stand out. The reason he was called the school bully wasn't because of his delinquent image, but because of his temper and fighting prowess.
So Mr. Zheng didn't see the delinquent in him; he just thought the boy was quite good-looking.
Wan Ge also introduced her boyfriend to her father: "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Song Yao."
Song Yao stood still, and subconsciously called out to the person in front of him, "Dad."
Suddenly realizing something, Song Yao's right cheek flushed red, and he immediately said, "No... Hello, Uncle."
Mr. Zheng had heard about Song Yao's deeds before, but he did not think the boy was bad; his rebellion was just a manifestation of emotional deficiency.
"Xiao Yao, what happened to your hand?" Since he was his daughter's boyfriend, he naturally cared.
"Oh, big brother, he is..." The younger brother was silenced before he could finish speaking.
Song Yao immediately explained, "It's nothing, I just tripped and fell."
Then, showing concern, she asked, "Is Grandpa sick?"
So, is the reason she doesn't have time to spend with me because of my grandfather?
Mr. Zheng said it was a minor surgery and there were no problems now, but in the end, Song Yao still went to see his grandfather with Wan Ge.
When I came in, the old man was still scrolling through short videos on his phone. The anesthesia had worn off, and apart from a little pain, he didn't feel any other discomfort. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he just scrolled through his phone.
"Dad, stop scrolling on your phone so much. Wan Ge and her boyfriend are here to see you." Mr. Zheng looked at his father with a hint of helplessness.
My father, after retiring, often likes to use his phone, and sometimes plays games.
The old man said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You won't let me go home, and you won't even let me use my phone anymore, humph!"
But he obediently put down his phone and his gaze fell on Wan Ge again.
With a smile on his face, he was very happy to see his little granddaughter: "My little Wange, come here quickly."
He only has one granddaughter, and of course he has loved her dearly since she was a child.
When Wan Ge walked to his side, she suddenly heard the old man say, "Where did you pick up this brat? He doesn't look like a good person at all. He's so handsome, he looks like a pretty boy."
With a faint smile on her face, Wan Ge said helplessly, "I'll take that as you praising his good looks."
He had said the same thing to Mr. Zheng before, saying that his son looked like a pretty boy.
Before he inherited the family business, the old man had served in the army and was surrounded by tough men. Even though he himself could never get tanned, he would say that a boy with fair skin looked like a pretty boy, but actually he would mostly compliment him on his good looks and fair complexion.
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