MTL - Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 1943 An Lan, My Grandpa Last Night ... Died

An Lan was preparing to go to the meeting. When he saw Su Run calling, he hesitated to answer.

"Attorney An, it's incredible," Su Run said with a very tense voice. "I feel that the presiding judge is not right today, he is late."

"..."

An Lan rubbed his eyebrows. "That ... I'm late this morning, not only this morning, I'll be late for half a month, it's no surprise that I'm late."

Please try to make yourself a good excuse for Xu Bohan's softness.

"But the presiding judge will never be late," said Su Run. "I have been to the court for several years and I have never seen him late. Even if he had a flu fever a few days ago, he was dragging his body to work. He was not late for minutes, and when he came this morning I saw his face was terrible. "

An Lan murmured that she had tortured him too much these days, and yeah, she was tired from going to work every day, and went to her to make dinner and clean the bed and warm the bed at night. It took a little more to sleep. Indeed It ’s miserable, but he should n’t be so easy to break down. Is it because he had a fever last time and suffered too much loss?

It's also possible, after all, it's an old man who can't compare to a young guy in his twenties.

Or don't be too hard tonight.

...

In the evening, An Lan returned home after entertaining, just walked out of the house. The lights on the corridor were disturbed by the sound of footsteps. When he looked up, Xu Han leaned on his door, and the orange lights lingered around him. Breath.

An Lan pondered that today he was a little bit wrong. Although he did not give him a good look in the past, he always smiled when he saw him.

"You are back," seeing her appear, Xu Bohan stood upright and smiled at her, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

An Lan glanced strangely at him, "Did you eat?"

"No."

An Lan frowned. He made a clear WeChat in the afternoon and returned to talk to customers outside at night. Why didn't he eat and then come up again, "Do you want to starve to death?"

"An Lan, do you still care about me," Xu Bohan's pale lips curved slightly, and he wanted to hug her gently.

But before approaching, An Lan was blocked by her bag.

She now looks at him like this, seriously doubting that Su Run deliberately called in the morning to soften her heart. In fact, these two people are using bitterness.

Xu Bohan gazed at her for a moment and lowered her long eyelashes. "An Lan, my grandpa ... died last night ..."

An Lan froze, probably because he rarely heard him mention his family members. In short, there was no contact. Suddenly he heard that his grandfather was dead, and she had a moment in her heart.

It turns out he still has grandpa.

She always thought it might be long gone.

The corridor lamp above his head went out, and through the moonlight, the sadness on his body spilled out without concealment.

For the first time, she saw such a lonely Xu Bohan, like a homeless child.

She wanted to be hard-hearted, but still raised sympathy.

"Why not?" She whispered. "I haven't heard you before."

"After my uncle's accident, he suffered a stroke and was irritated," Xu Bohan looked up, his throat was slightly hoarse. "Actually, it's okay to die, it's really boring to live with a stroke and paralysis."

An Lan sighed, knowing that he was not so indifferent inside, if it wasn't, he wouldn't be so abnormal, "Did you go to incense?"

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(End of this chapter)