Han Jue tasted the tea, which was top grade. He sipped his tea and put down the cup.

He poured a cup of boiled water for Zheng Ling and handed it to Zheng Ling. "Drink?"

Zheng Ling took over, trembling to the mouth. Zhan hanjue helped the teacup with his hand. He was afraid that Zheng Ling's hand would shatter someone else's teacup.

Granny's eyes have been looking at Zheng Ling, as if thinking.

"How long have you been ill?"

"Twice, the time is not long. My family's Zheng Ling is very brave and will overcome the disease by himself. "

The old woman nodded with a smile.

She didn't doubt the words of Baron Zhan at all. "If you take good care of her, she will get better soon."

After a pause, the granny suddenly asked, "is her gastrointestinal function bad?"

Zhan hanjue was surprised to see her grandmother. If she was not a professional, how could she know that depression would complicate gastrointestinal function?

The old woman did not explain, but went into the room. He took a bag of brown rice and handed it to Lord Zhan. He said, "take this brown rice home and cook her some rice porridge every day. If she can't eat, give her soup. It can improve her gastrointestinal function. "

As long as it is good to Zheng Ling, the cold Lord will come.

"Thank you, grandma." Lord Zhan was very grateful to granny.

The old lady took out a game of chess, put it on the stone table, and said, "my wife loves playing chess, but I'm not very good at chess. My husband looks like a very wise person. Can you accompany my wife to play chess?"

The warlord hesitated. He was worried. If he concentrated on playing chess, what would Zheng Ling do?

The old woman said, "don't worry, let me accompany the child. It's better than having her in your arms. "

The old lady held out her hand lovingly.

Zheng Ling led her hand to the ground, staggered a few steps, and sat on the antiseptic wooden stool not far away.

Han Jue's eyes did not dare to leave Zheng Ling, but when he saw her sitting with her grandmother and her mood was still calm, the big stone in his heart slowly fell down.

Han hanjue accompanied his grandfather to play chess. Despite his dual purpose, his chess game is still very advanced.

The old man looked at the chess game and thought about it.

Over there, Zhengling looked at the old woman innocently. She should be over 80 years old, but she looked very strong. Her wrinkled face still vaguely showed her beautiful face when she was young.

Zheng Ling Xu squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time. I didn't know why. The old lady's face turned into the face of Han Jue.

Their facial features are really astonishingly similar?

"Child, tell Grandma, what's your name?"

"Baby." Zheng Ling did not want to say.

That's what Baron Zhan called her recently!

"Oh The old lady also knew that the name was just a nickname for Zheng Ling. It's not necessarily a real name.

"Do you like him?" Asked the old woman.

Zheng Ling did not want to think, nodded.

The old woman said with a smile, "I can see that he is very nervous about you, he is very kind to you, and you are very happy."

Zheng Ling's eyes float a shadow, is she happy?

But her happiness is based on brother Baron's pain?

She shakes her head like hell...

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