After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 518

Inside the living room.

The old lady was wearing a black classic traditional cheongsam, and her silver-white hair was neatly combed.

Apart from an emerald jade bracelet, there are no accessories on her body.

Although there are some traces on the face that has been loved by the years, but the previous style can still be seen.

Just sitting there, the whole person gives people a dignified and elegant feeling.

At this moment, she was holding a cup of hot tea and asking Xu Xin what to do.

Xu Xin answered something cautiously while wiping the cold sweat off his brow.

Hearing footsteps, both of them looked over.

He Yan was wearing a silver-gray suit, ironed so that there was no wrinkle.

Every gesture shows restraint and elegance.

There was a hint of surprise on that handsome face that seemed to have been carefully carved.

"grandmother,"

He raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Xu Xin faintly.

"Why are you here?"

Xu Xin could not wait to bury his head on his feet when he received the sight of his boss Qiu Hou's settlement.

He can't do anything about the old lady's order.

"how,"

Mrs. He put down the cup in her hand and glared at her grandson dissatisfied.

"I can't come?"

It seemed that as long as he said no, he would immediately turn his face.

"Of course,"

He Yan looked at the old lady's feigned anger, with a helpless smile on her face.

"In this He family, there is no place that your old man can't go to."

He thought of the people in the room, his raised eyes narrowed slightly.

You have to find a way to send grandma away, or you will scare her.

Mrs. He snorted.

"Who made our old lady unhappy,"

He Yan walked behind the old lady He, helped the old man hold his shoulders, and laughed in a low voice.

"I'm going to clean him up now."

"Except you bastard,"

The old lady He took He Yan's hand, pretended to be angry and hit him a few times, then pulled her grandson to sit down.

"Who else?!"

"how come,"

He Yan leaned on the sofa with a casual and elegant posture.

"Even if I'm angry with anyone, I can't bear to be angry with you."

"Glib,"

Old Mrs. He wasn't really angry in the first place, and she couldn't hold back her serious face after being coaxed by her grandson.

"Where is the injury, why not deal with it?"

She looked up and down at her grandson, her face full of distress.

"Do you think your body is made of iron?"

At this time, the old lady He was like an ordinary old man who loved his grandson, and all the aura on her body was put away.

"Grandma, it's just a small injury,"

He Yan hooked his thin lips, with a helpless smile on his face.

"Nothing."

"Small injury?"

Mrs. He raised her eyebrows.

"A knife is called a minor injury?"

I know the details.

He Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Xin.

Xu Xin shuddered, and hurriedly avoided He Yan's sight.

"Okay, don't look at him,"

Mrs. He curled her lips.

"How dare he hide from me what I want to know?"

That is.

Xu Xin didn't dare to move, but he wished to give the old lady two thumbs up.

"understood,"

He Yan looked back helplessly.

"I'll take you back to the old house first, and I just asked Mr. Peng to help me look at the injury."

"It's a waste of time,"

Mrs. He looked at the female doctor who was waiting aside, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Come and see how his injury is."

Even the doctors call for women, but they don't even have a girlfriend.

I don't know what went wrong.

"Yes,"

Two female doctors took the medicine box and walked towards Heyan one after the other.

He Yan understood his grandmother's personality, and knew that if he didn't show her this injury today, it would be too much for him.

He slowly unbuttoned his suit and shirt, revealing the wound that had been treated simply.

"You brat, you don't care about your body too much,"

Seeing the hideous knife wound, Mrs. He frowned, her face full of distress.

"I haven't embraced my great-grandson yet,"

She suddenly thought of something, and a bright color flashed in her eyes.

"How about I, like Brother Fu, arrange a marriage for you directly? I think Tingchen and that little girl married first and then fell in love. They are very happy."

"grandmother,"

He Yan rubbed his temples, but interrupted helplessly.

"Don't forget that you promised me that you would not interfere in my marriage."

"I was tricked by you boy,"

Old Mrs. He looked like she hated iron but not steel.

"Who knew that you were sitting in a fishpond and didn't catch a single fish. You'd be 30 years old or..."

He Yan knew what his old lady was going to say, so he interrupted immediately.

"grandmother!"

Mrs. He curled her lips and didn't say any more.

Xu Xin seemed to be used to the two faces of the old lady, but it was the first time for the two doctors to experience it. They only felt that there was a lovely and kind personality under the serious and dignified appearance.

He Yan threw the suit at hand to Xu Xin.

"It's dirty, send it back to my room and change it."

There was a bit of deep meaning in the black eyes.

Change one?

Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what his boss meant.

It turned out that he wanted to remind Miss Qiao.

"……Yes."

He lifted his foot and was about to walk upstairs.

"Where is it dirty, I think you just have a lot of things,"

Old lady He frowned and looked at Xu Xin.

"Leave him."

"what?"

Xu Xin stopped in place holding his clothes, and looked at He Yan in embarrassment.

"Boss He, this..."

"The old lady said don't change it if you don't want to change it."

He Yan glanced at Xu Xin, his handsome face was full of casualness.

"Put down the clothes, go to the room and help me take off the watch."

"Yes,"

Xu Xin put the clothes on the sofa, then walked upstairs quickly.

I was afraid that the old lady would make another sound.

"Quickly,"

The old lady He saw the interaction between the two, and held the tea ceremony.

"I don't know, I thought you were hiding in the golden house."

Jinwu Tibetan Jiao?

He Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Grandma is right.

The development of things always tends to be dramatic.

Before Mrs. He finished speaking, a sweet and gentle voice came out from the stairs.

"Heyan, your injury—"