Cultivating In The Entertainment Industry

Bai Zhi nodded, started the car, and asked, "Should I go to see the old man today?"

"Yeah." Lin Yunhuan sat there, playing with her mobile phone boredly, and said, "Dump them."

"Great."

Bai Zhi's driving skills were so good that he shook off the tail behind with three hits.

This is too easy for him.

On the other hand, Mr. Li over there scolded his driver, "How did you drive, you can't catch up?"

The driver was also very helpless and said, "The other party drove too fast. Looking at the technology, it should be a professional racing person."

"Idiot!"

Mr. Li was so angry that his body was shaking.

But when he thought of the beautiful female student in his mind, a greedy light flashed in his eyes.

The woman he fell in love with has never missed!

Here Lin Yunhuan took Bai Zhi and arrived at the old house of the Yun family.

There was a man in his 30s and 40s, wearing glasses, standing there respectfully.

"Miss Huan is here."

"Well, Uncle Zhao, how is my grandfather recently?"

This Uncle Zhao is naturally not Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin has been in poor health over the past two years and has been unable to get out of bed. This Uncle Zhao is the son of a cousin of Zhao Qin. After being assessed by Mr. Yun, he took over Zhao Qin's job.

As for Zhao Qin, he originally planned to go back to his hometown and stay until the end of his life, but Father Yun disagreed. He asked Zhao Qin to stay in the old house, where the senior medical team was always there, and the cost of food and clothing was the same as him.

Even if he knew that the candles would eventually burn out, in the last years, Father Yun didn't want the unmarried Zhao Qin to be too desolate.

In fact, the old man knew that his candle was about to burn out.

There is no way...

When Lin Yunhuan saw the old man, the old man was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the chessboard alone.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head slowly, a flash of light flashed in his muddy eyes.

His voice was a little cheerful, "Xiao Huan is here."

"Well, grandpa, do you miss me?" Lin Yunhuan walked over, sat opposite the old man, and said, "Grandpa, I will play chess with you."

"It's no more, no more," Mr. Yun raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yunhuan, as if looking at another person through her.

It also seemed that no one was watching.

Yun Huan bit the corner of his mouth lightly.

She knew that the old man's life expectancy was about to end. For ordinary people, they were indeed very old in their nineties.

It is precisely because of this that she came to study in the Imperial City.

Strive to come and accompany the old man more.

In fact, Mr. Yun knew clearly that his face was covered with age spots, his fingers were dry, and his skin was brown.

But his eyes were very peaceful.

"Xiao Huan, you are a good boy."

"Grandpa, of course I am a good boy."

"Unfortunately, I don't know what kind of child your brother is like..."

Lin Yunhuan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand, took the old man's hand, and said seriously, "My brother must also be a handsome and outstanding person! Because he is your great-grandson too!"

Mr. Yun was in a daze for a while, suddenly thought of something, and then slowly laughed.

Yun Huan accompanied the old man for a while, and the old man became tired and sleepy.

His bedroom was still next to Zhao Qin's room. After sending the old man into the room, Lin Yunhuan bid farewell to the housekeeper Zhao and left with Bai Zhi.

Sitting in the car, Yun Huan raised his head and looked at the old house of the Yun Family, her eyes filled with water.

The next moment, a big hand stretched out and wiped away the tear from the corner of her eye.

Lin Yunhuan looked over.

Bai Zhi put the tears from her fingertips to her mouth to taste, then frowned her pretty brows and said, "Xiao Huan, don't cry."