"I heard lately that you all take good care of him," Xia Chengzhang curled his fingers before the warmth brought by Xue Chong had completely dissipated, "I have always wanted to express our gratitude to you and our father and son, but before When I was ill, it was delayed until now."

Xue Chong didn't speak when he heard the words, and looked up at Xia Wan unconsciously.

"Grandpa Xue." Seeing that Xue Zhen never spoke, Huo Yu had a very serious expression on his face, so he greeted people and walked inside.

Xue Zhen went in first, and the others followed.

Xia Wan pushed Xia Chengzhang and fell behind.

I don't know why, although the Xue family seems to be as easy-going as usual, it is different from the relaxed and natural feeling he usually gets with them.

It's like an invisible string is stretched in the air, and if you accidentally touch it, you will be shattered.

His eyebrows frowned, just as Wen Yunzhi looked over.

Wen Yunzhi smiled softly: "There is a hurdle here, be careful."

"Well, thank you auntie." Xia Wan replied, and for a while she wondered if she was overthinking it.

The atmosphere at the dining table was very harmonious. Xue Zhen was not as tense as when he first came in. He talked a lot with Xia Chengzhang and talked about Xia Wan's childhood.

Later, he talked about Xia Chengzhang's illness and recovery, and finally the topic turned to Huo Yu.

After all, Huo Yu's actions a few days ago were too eye-catching, and even Xue Chong and Wen Yunzhi were surprised when they got the news.

After the meal, Xue Zhen and Xia Chengzhang played two games of chess, and Wen Yunzhi and Xia Wan talked about the studio again.

"Are you too busy?" Wen Yunzhi asked.

"I'm still busy for a few days, and now I'm mainly dealing with after-sales issues," Xia Wan said. "I have to go to the studio to work overtime to send my dad home later."

"If there is someone I can help, I will say that the selection of literature can also help."

"Thank you, Auntie." Xia Wan laughed, "I'll tell you if I need it."

Because there was still work, it was convenient and polite to say goodbye not long after the meal.

After sending Xia Chengzhang home, Huo Yu sent Xia Wan to the studio again.

It's just that they had just left when the doorbell rang.

Xia Chengzhang thought it was Xia Chenglin who came to tangle again, so he just opened the security door and looked out.

To his surprise, Xue Chong and Wen Yunzhi, who had just had lunch with them, were standing outside the door.

Xue Chong stood at the front, this time he didn't smile, and his voice was a little heavy: "Brother, is it convenient to go in and say a word?"

Then he said, "Talk about the summer evening."

Xia Chengzhang was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he seemed to realize something, his face became pale, and the hand that went to open the anti-theft chain couldn't help shaking faintly.

The sound of the anti-theft chain being pulled was a bit unpleasant, and the back door finally opened after repeated several times.

"Come in." Xia Chengzhang said.

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Chapter 67 Summer Eve is our child

Xia Chengzhang's residence was on the first floor. Although there was no blocking in front, the light in the afternoon was still dark.

There was no light in the room, and Xia Chengzhang did not turn on the electric switch on the wheelchair. Instead, he turned forward slowly with his hands.

His head was hanging, and the thin back looked down under the dim light, giving a very pitiful feeling.

Xue Chong and Wen Yun followed behind, and clenched each other's hands in an appointment.

They have been floating in the mall for decades, but they have never been more difficult than this time.

They eager to know the experience of Xiawan's past, and it is inevitable that they will be a little climbing.

I want to know the truth a little earlier, and I am afraid that after he knows, he will not be able to recognize them because of the adoptive father.

I feel that Xia Chengzhang is hateful, but it is inevitable that he is a bit pitiful.

Especially from the perspective of which angle, Xia Chengzhang is not like a bad guy, but is more like a traditional father who can sacrifice everything for the child, let alone, he has such a disease ...

Xia Chengzhang's wheelchair rubbed on the wooden floor, making a rustling sound. It was not until the sofa by the window stopped and the seat of Xue Chong and Wen Yunzhi's concession, he noticed that in addition to the Xue Chong couple, they followed them behind. Strangers, but Xue Ye and Xue Wenxuan, who dine with them, did not come over.

Xia Chengzhang looked at the slightly thin middle -aged man, and he didn't feel a little hesitant.

Xue Chong introduced to him: "This is our family doctor, surnamed Cui."

Xia Chengzhang nodded silently. After a while, he said to himself, and his voice said lowly, "I'm not so fragile."

When saying this, his hand was put on the handrail of the wheelchair. The rough knuckles appeared in the light marks because of their strength.

Several people were seated, and the room was silent.

Compared to the initial embarrassment and fear, Xia Chengzhang seemed to be much calm now. He took the paper cup from the space under the water dispenser and raised his kettle.

Xue Chong didn't let him pour water, and he took over the pot in silence.

After he poured the water cup and Xia Chengzhang in front of the water, he unconsciously raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"Under normal circumstances, this point of your aunt is about to buy food, right?" He opened the door to see the mountain, "Then I and Yun Zhi will not turn around."

Xia Chengzhang glanced at him and looked at Wen Yunzhi again.

Wen Yun's face did not have the usual soft smiles, but his eyes were red, and the brows and light lines of his eyebrows and lips were like the merits left by the painful pain for years.

After removing camouflage, it is even more unbearable.

The pain was like a hammer, and he was fiercely stunned in Xia Chengzhang's heart, letting him lower his head again.