On the other side of the phone.

Bo Jingxing was discussing the specific funeral process with his lawyers. When he heard Song Keke's words, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "How did grandma know?"

Song Keke's voice was crying: "Maybe grandma saw it on the news, or an old friend said it... This incident is causing a lot of storm now. Although grandma is in poor health and does not go out often, it is necessary to know sooner or later."

Bo Jingxing was speechless.

He admitted that what Song Keke said made sense and was ready to not keep the fire in the paper, but the old lady knew it too early, and he had not had time to turn the thing he was planning into a fact.

"Brother Jingxing, Aunt Mei said that the old lady's condition is really bad. The family doctors have arrived at the old house. I heard that my grandma is very stubborn and insists that you show up to her and explain it clearly, otherwise I will not go to the hospital no matter what."

Speaking of this.

Bo Jingxing put down the documents in his hand and waved his hands at the few people sitting opposite him, letting them take care of it themselves.

At the same time, I pulled open the chair and stood up, and asked with great thoughts: "Ke Ke, where are you?"

"I'm on the way to the old house. Brother Jingxing, come here quickly. I'm really worried about grandma. You also know that the old man pays the most attention to identity. Grandma will definitely not accept what you want to do..."

"Okay, I'll go back now."

After interrupting her gently, Bo Jingxing pondered: "Grandma likes you very much. Please help me persuade her to not make her too anxious."

Song Keke agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll be there soon."

Put down your phone.

Bo Jingxing ordered the bodyguard to prepare the car, and Asen acted as his left and right hand, and asked thoughtfully: "Young master, the old lady knew the opportunity was too coincidental. It was another call from Miss Song. You guessed that this matter was related to Miss Song.

It doesn't matter?"

The wrinkles between Bo Jingxing's eyebrows deepened, and he shook his head: "Since grandma already knows, it doesn't matter who told her. What's important is how to solve the next thing."

Asen thought about it and looked puzzled: "Ms. Qin is not your legal wife. Even if you two privately decide for life, it is always a bit lacking to outsiders. If the old lady does not allow you to bury Miss Qin, I am afraid you will have to do it.

The body was handed over to the Qin family..."

"Absolutely not."

He interrupted Asen's words concisely.

Bo Jingxing walked out of the room with his long legs, took the elevator path and came downstairs, and sat alone into the waiting car.

Asen stood outside the car and looked at him respectfully, "Only you can speak on the old lady. We will continue to prepare according to your wishes. Please rest assured."

Bo Jingxing nodded slightly.

The driver started the car and drove towards the old Bo family house as fast as possible.

An hour later, the black car parked at the antique door.

Aunt Mei and the servants hurriedly came out, with their faces very solemn.

When she saw Bo Jingxing, she hurriedly said, "Master Jingxing, the old lady's condition is really bad. Please go in and speak carefully. Dr. Zhang said she must not get angry anymore."

Bo Jingxing nodded with a deep expression and asked, "Have Ke Ke arrived?"

"It's here." Aunt Mei wiped her tears, "Miss Song came half an hour ago and was talking to the old lady. Come quickly."

After saying that.

Aunt Mei personally took Bo Jingxing to walk inside, crossed the view of the small bridge and flowing water, and soon arrived at the courtyard where the old lady was.

The door carved by Lukong is wide open.

The old lady fell in a dizzy mood on the rocking chair, holding Song Keke's hand, speaking in an extremely weak tone, her face was pale and her lips were purple, which was completely a symptom of heart attack, and she was old and weak, and she could be found anytime and anywhere.

Life is in danger.

The staff led by Dr. Zhang were surrounded by each other with a sad face. The messy instruments around him were beating, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.

As soon as Bo Jingxing showed up, his eyes immediately fell on the old lady.

Song Keke saw him at the same time, with red eyes and tears in his eyes, and stepped forward to hold his arm: "Brother Jingxing, tell grandma quickly, those rumors are all spread rumors. Although Miss Qin has suffered misfortune, we all

Unfortunately, but those rumors are so inappropriate.”

On the rocking chair, the old lady half closed her eyes, slowly looking towards the direction where Bo Jingxing was, and opened her mouth weakly, but she didn't say a word.

"Old lady!"

Aunt Mei screamed in panic and asked someone to pour water, holding a teacup to feed it to the old lady.

The old lady pursed her lips and took a few sips in cooperation, but she really had no strength. Half of the tea leaked out, and wet her collar along her neck, making the maids' eyes red.

Bo Jingxing felt tight, and went forward to take Aunt Mei's handkerchief and wiped it for her grandmother himself.

The old lady looked at him with a muddy look, and she looked disappointed. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her old fingers grabbed his hand and sighed before she could speak.

The sigh was like a needle pricking, and the pricking of Bo Jingxing was stiff in place.

Because grandma had a history of pretending to be sick and cheating people in the past, he expected that grandma would definitely not agree with what he did, but he did not expect that it would really make the old man so angry.

The doctors were busy immediately, holding various medical devices to the old lady, looking at the various numbers jumping on the instrument as if they were facing a great enemy, and pleading at Bo Jingxing.

"……grandmother."

Bo Jingxing whispered in a heavy mood: "Xiaoqian is my lover, the dead are the most important. Do you really care about letting her be buried in our Bo family?"

"She is just your lover, not your wife, why should she be buried in our Bo family?"

The old lady held her breath and said something quickly and urgently: "That is the Bo family cemetery, and your ancestors are buried. That girl is not without family members. How could you come up with such a stupid thing?

”

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and asked humbly: "Grandma, what do you mean?"

“I mean it’s very simple.”

With difficulty, Song Keke was supported and sat down. The old lady coughed: "That girl is beautiful and has a poor life. It's really pitiful. Our Bo family must not stand by and ask someone to pay compensation. Then invite her family to come over and take her.

Take it back for a good burial."

Under normal circumstances.

This arrangement is very reasonable and fully conforms to the identity of the Bo family. No one can make any mistakes.

Song Keke carefully patted the old lady's back, raised her eyes and looked at Bo Jingxing expectantly: "Brother Jingxing, grandma is right, Miss Qin is really a pity. You are the one who decides the compensation. This way

Is it?"
Chapter completed!