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Chapter 225 - My Grandson is Not Married Yet (1)Chapter 225: Chapter 225: My Grandson is Not Married Yet (1)
The logic of the original was extremely illogical. Many of the plots were illogical. For example, after Cheng Qingyun committed a crime and killed Old Master Song, no one actually suspected Cheng Qingyun!
Poor Old Master Song. He had been an ambitious person all his life, but he was killed by the little girl’s underhanded methods.
“I’m talking to you! Don’t ignore me! How rude.” Old Master Song was furious when he saw that the little girl was actually daydreaming in front of him.
Which family is this child from?!
I want to talk to her father!
“I’m sorry, Grandpa.” After Gu Chu finished reviewing the plot, she retracted her thoughts. Her big black eyes that were filled with innocence blinked. The rims of her eyes were slightly red. She pouted and lowered her head pitifully, “Chuchu is lost. I don’t know how to go back…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGu Chu was very good at acting cute.
It was no exaggeration to say that if there was an “acting cute competition” in the world, Gu Chu would definitely be able to beat all the others and win the championship!
No one could escape from Gu Chu’s acting cute.
As expected, Grandfather Song’s expression gradually softened and he shook his head secretly. Putting everything else aside, this child was really cute. It was a pity that there was something wrong with the father of the child and he did not care much about the child’s education.
Grandfather Song even thought to himself that if his grandson, Song Chen, had some potential and got married and had a child earlier, perhaps his great-grandson would be this old as well.
“Your name is Chuchu? That’s a good name. Chuchu, the grapes in the courtyard haven’t ripened yet. They’re sour.” Grandfather Song drove his electronic wheelchair around. He went to the stone table and poured a cup of fruit tea for Gu Chu. “Who’s your mother? I’ll send someone to send some to you when the grapes ripen another day.”
Gu Chu ran to the marble table and sat on a small stool. She drank the fruit tea in one gulp.
After drinking the sweet fruit tea, Gu Chu said in a childish voice, “Mommy is working. She’s very busy.”
“What about your father?”
“Chuchu doesn’t have a father. Mama said that Chuchu’s father died a long time ago… Now Chuchu is staying at Uncle’s house. Today is Grandpa Song’s birthday. Uncle song brought Chuchu here.”
Grandpa Song was stunned.
No father?
Oh, no wonder this child didn’t act like a rich young lady. It turned out that she lacked fatherly love in her childhood.
A child without a father was really pitiful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGrandpa Song felt pity for Gu Chu. The way he looked at Gu Chu was less prejudiced and more loving and tolerant.
“Grandpa, why are you sitting in a wheelchair?” Gu Chu turned on her chatterbox mode. Grandpa Song didn’t like lively parties. Even at his birthday party, he was only responsible for showing his face and cutting a cake at the end. However, he liked to get along with this little girl.
As he got older, he liked people who were pure and innocent.
The little girl in front of him was innocent and cute. Grandpa Song liked to get along with her. He even thought that the mud on the little girl’s shoes made her adorable.
Grandfather Song was quite patient and explained with a smile, “I had a serious illness and had a stroke. I couldn’t stand up, so I had to use a wheelchair.”
“Oh,” Gu Chu replied, chattering like a little bee. The evening wind blew and blew the green grape leaves. The old and the young got along well with each other under the grape rack. Grandfather song’s hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.
Master Song personally brewed two cups of sweet and delicious fruit tea. He added goji berries, lemon, honey, and black tea bags. Gu Chu held the fruit tea and drank nonstop. She pricked up her ears to listen to Old Master Song nag about his family matters.
“Chuchu, if my grandson had gotten married earlier, perhaps my great-granddaughter would be as old as you now.” Old Master Song put down the teacup, and a hint of sadness appeared on his wrinkled face.
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