Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Chapter 6: What are you still doing?

Fu Zhengnan had also reached the age when he had to wear reading glasses to read words, and it was a bit difficult to read. He looked majestic and looked attentively. Su Xiang knew that he just didn’t want to see her.

Su Xiang squeezed a smile again, and put the gift for Fu Zhengnan on the coffee table.

Madam Zhuo Ya played with Fu Ying for a while, then walked to the villa yard with her baby.

There is a smaller building on the left side of the villa. After Mr. Fu fell ill, he built another building to live alone.

The old man is always sick in bed, and occasionally comes out to bask on the balcony when the weather is good, and he sees very few people.

Madam Zhuoya went to see Grandpa Zeng with her grandson, Su Xiang followed, and stopped when she reached the door of the room.

Without the father’s permission, she would not be able to enter.

Su Xiang handed the longevity card he had asked for in the temple to Madam Zhuoya, and asked her to give it to the old man.

The longevity card is made of ginkgo biloba. The 400-year-old ginkgo tree at the gate of Yunlai Temple was smashed by lightning this summer. Some people used it as a growth card. The monks were also invited to consecrate the sutras. A card is hard to find.

Although it has a four-hundred-year name, it is woody after all. It is incomparable to precious woods such as red sandalwood, and it is not as important as jade. But for an old man lying down and waiting to die For the elderly, vocabulary such as longevity, consecration, Buddhist scriptures, and efficaciousness are more suitable than those precious gifts.

Madam Zhuo Ya glanced at her, holding Fu Ying and pushing the door in, Su Xiang stood at the door and waited.

After a while, the door opened and Madam Zhuoya said to her: “Go in, the old man said that I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

Su Xiang lifted his head hanging down and was slightly stunned.

“What are you doing in a daze? Afraid?” Madam Zhuo Ya frowned and stared at her.

Mr. Fu has a long medical history. He underwent liver tumor resection more than a year ago. He was weak and out of shape. People who saw him for the first time would usually be scared.

It is not the first time that Su Xiang has seen it. Naturally, he is not afraid, but a little surprised.

The old man rarely saw her. The last time I saw her was half a year ago, when Fu Ying celebrated his first birthday.

Su Xiang shook his head quickly and followed Madam Zhuo Ya in.

The old man’s room was extremely spacious, with two beds side by side, one large and one smaller. The big one is naturally the old man lying down, and the smaller one is for the professional medical staff who monitor him 24 hours a day. There is a flower wall in the middle.

The old man seldom goes out to breathe, but he must maintain his state of mind. There is such a plaid wall in the room to purify the air and serve as a partition.

At this time, the bed of the doctors and nurses was naturally empty, and the medical staff stood by the head of the old man’s bed and injected him with a nutritional needle.

Fu Ying was held in his hands by Fu Zhengnan. The little guy was not afraid of the old man, but was afraid to watch the medical staff get an injection.

“Needles, pains—”

The little guy understood the pain after being vaccinated, and his little hand covered his arm and cried out: “Touch…”

Father Fu was reluctant to bear his great-grandson, so he only watched it during holidays and his purple lips smiled: “My grandfather’s good grandson, my grandfather doesn’t hurt.”

Last second, his face was still full of love, but when he looked at Su Xiang, he returned to seriousness.

“Samkawa didn’t come back with you?”

Su Xiang hurriedly used sign language. Seeing the old man frowned, she hurriedly lowered her head and took out the pen and paper for writing, and wrote the word “Dinner” in the notebook.