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He did not speak, the car only stopped for a moment at the entrance of the villa and then left. Han Yong had followed Mo Xiaoran there, he had turned on all the security cameras and the alarm in the villa, anyone who entered the villa would know, even if they were within ten meters of the villa, he would be able to see everything from the notebook they were carrying.

On the way, the guard didn't say a word. He concentrated on driving quietly, driving very fast and avoiding the cameras as if he was shaking off something behind him.

Inside the old house in Xiao Family, the Dr. Miao was anxiously giving Xiao Zhenhai acupuncture. Xiao Zhenhai was lying on the bed, his eyes were half closed, and he was wearing shorts and a shirt. He was still the once dignified Xiao Zhenhai, but his emaciated body carried a bit of the blurry aura of death.

Xiao Wu yawned as he held onto the needle box. When he first came here, he couldn't hold back his drowsiness, and in Xiao Wu's eyes, the person lying on the bed was just a dead old man, no matter what kind of power or dignity he had, it couldn't withstand the despondency caused by the depletion of the Light of Life.

Both Xiao Yuelin and Yang Ziying paced back and forth outside the room, especially Xiao Yuelin who shook his head and did not push open the door. Both of his eyes were red, and his hands were clenched into fists behind his back.

"Yue Lin, Dad will be fine." At the beginning, Xiao Zhenhai had suddenly recovered, all the fur on his body had disappeared, and only the small patch of hair on his shoulder was left. Xiao Yuelin and Yang Ziying thought that Xiao Zhenhai was fine, but did not expect the Dr. Miao to tell them that the situation was not good, but when Xiao Zhenhai came back, the Dr. Miao told them to make preparations.

The only thing that Xiao Zhenhai couldn't forget about was his own grandson and his great-grandson. He told Xiao Yuelin and not to mistreat Mo Xiaoran, and that the men of the Xiao Family wouldn't mistreat those women who had married into the Xiao Family to bear the pressure. It was Xiao Zhenhai's only regret that he had a son, a grandson, and a great-grandson.

In order to make Xiao Zhenhai feel regret, Xiao Yuelin gave him a call. He knew that Mo Xiaoran had returned, and he also knew that the grandson Xiao Zhenhai couldn't forget had returned as well.

The dark blue van entered from the back door of Xiao Family. As soon as it drove in, it opened from the inside, and once the car went in the back door closed, it took less than half a minute.

and Yang Ziying both came over to welcome him. After they gratefully looked at Mo Xiaoran, their gazes simultaneously landed on the small figure in Mo Xiaoran's embrace, who was wrapped in a blanket. Xiao Yuelin immediately understood what was going on.

The Dr. Miao quickly received the needles and left Xiao Zhenhai's room with Xiao Wu, leaving the room to the people of the Xiao Family.

Han Yong did not go in either, he only bid farewell to Dr. Miao and was then invited by guard Lin to tea and have some snacks, which Dr. Miao followed. She did not know how long Xiao Zhenhai could last, and at that time, it would not be good for her to go back to her room to sleep.

There was delicious food, and he was not polite. While Han Yong and Dr. Miao were talking, he kept taking care of the dim sum on his plate, and only after Dr. Miao had put the needle on the dim sum on his plate did he unhappily withdraw his hand. Not long after that, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Xiao Aoyou woke Xiao Aoyou up from his stupor, and when he saw the small patch of fur on Xiao Zhenhai's shoulder, he roared and pounced on it. Mo Xiaoran reached out and picked him up, but when he looked at Yang Ziying, who was at his side, and saw the pained expression on his face, he gasped. Xiao Aoyou, who was looking at him from the side, did not have the heart to take a deep breath.

struggled to open his eyes, and when he saw the little kid in Mo Xiaoran's hands, who looked like a furry little savage just a second ago, become a naked little kid in the next second, his eyes lit up, and a fiery light shone out of his somewhat glazed eyes. He tried his best to get up, and Xiao Yuelin hastily used his hand to add a pillow behind his back to make Xiao Zhenhai feel more comfortable.

Yang Ziying understood a principle. She lightly patted Mo Xiaoran's shoulder and said: "Xiao Yan, call me grandfather. Grandpa has been waiting for you two to come back."

Mo Xiaoran opened her mouth, but was unable to utter that sound for a long time. A tall voice flashed past her mind, her white hair danced in the wind, the bright red blood dyed those white hair, and Mo Xiaoran's nose was a little sore. She placed Xiao Aoyou in Xiao Zhenhai's embrace and softly said: "Grandfather, You You and I have come to see you."

The corner of Xiao Zhenhai's eyes moistened. He nodded his head and said, "Okay, okay, Xiao Yan, it's his happiness that Meng Han loves you."

Happiness? Xiao Aoyou didn't understand, what he was more interested in was the patch of fur on Xiao Zhenhai's shoulder. He struggled to kick his leg in Xiao Zhenhai's embrace, and his little hands grabbed onto the fur, as if he wanted to pull it off.

Xiao Zhenhai wanted to stay with Xiao Aoyou alone for a while, so he used his eyes to ask Mo Xiaoran about this. Mo Xiaoran nodded, and Yang Ziying asked Mo Xiaoran if he was hungry.

This was the bloodline of the Xiao Family. Although the continuation of his life was different from that of an ordinary person, Xiao Zhenhai was still very proud because his son, his grandson, and his great-grandson, were all outstanding men. They would let the Xiao Family occupy an eternal part of this land.

Seeing his father's unrelenting love for his great-grandson, Xiao Yuelin held it in his hands, afraid of the sun, afraid of the heat. The care in his mouth made Xiao Yuelin suddenly sigh, in truth, they had all forgotten about Xiao Zhenhai's heart's weakness and love for his family. As he sobbed, Xiao Yuelin softly said, "Father, Meng Han will definitely come back."

Xiao Zhenhai shook his head as he hugged Xiao Aoyou with the gentlest of movements, allowing Xiao Aoyou's small hands to pull at the fine hairs on his shoulders. Looking at his son whose hair had turned white, Xiao Zhenhai took a deep breath and said, "I know, I won't be able to wait for him to return. Yue Lin, you are lucky.

"Dad!" He did not want to show weakness in front of his own father, so he turned his head and walked to the side of the table. With his back facing Xiao Zhenhai, he poured water into the kettle and the hand holding the kettle trembled.