Duan Qingqing didn't expect Meng Chaojun to mean to let her avoid it, and glared at him for a while, unable to believe it.

She didn't know that what Meng Chaojun wanted to ask was about Jiang Xiao and Li Hanzhong.

In this regard, he at least has a clear distinction, and has never let Duan Qingqing participate in people and things related to official business. He also knew that Duan Qingqing might not be completely tight-lipped.

Jiang Xiao walked over and took away his military kettle, but he didn't care about Meng Chaojun, "Grandpa, I'll go back first, I'll go back and cook for you." ”

She probably knew what Meng Chaojun was going to say, but she didn't want to tell him what Li Hanzhong said.

On the one hand, she promised Li Hanzhong to keep it secret, and on the other hand, she also thought about Meng in the past.

If you let Meng Chaojun know that the relationship between Meng Qiannian and Li Hanzhong and his wife is actually quite close, I don't know what he will let Meng Qiannian do.

"Let's go, I'll go back with you, isn't there someone to take care of here?

Meng Lao turned around and left with Jiang Xiao.

Duan Qingqing's voice came from behind, but they didn't pay attention to it.

Out of the hospital, Meng Lao didn't speak.

When he returned home and the guards left, he sighed deeply and leaned back on the sofa, looking very tired.

As soon as Jiang Xiao saw him like this, she knew that when she was talking to Li Hanzhong, Meng Lao should have already seen the doctor.

She went to make a cup of health tea, avoided Aunt Guo and took out two refreshments from the space, put them on a small plate, and brought them out.

"Grandpa, let's have a cup of tea and eat a snack. ”

One morning in the hospital, it's half past twelve noon.

She said before that she came back to cook for him, but she was too lazy to think of other reasons to leave the hospital.

Aunt Guo is cooking in the kitchen.

Because Aunt Guo answered Jiang Xiao a few times when she called before, she actually knew Jiang Xiao.

"Xiaoxiao, this is what your grandmother gave you to eat, right? Meng Lao's eyes lit up when he saw the refreshment.

Even though he said that, he still very unceremoniously picked up a piece of tea and ate it.

The family had finished eating a few days ago.

This thing was sold so expensive, he was not too embarrassed to ask Jiang Xiao to send it to him, and he could save some food.

However, Jiang Xiao will still send him a few boxes regularly.

He didn't give anyone anything to eat, he ate it all himself.

"Grandpa just eat, in fact, this time I came to Beijing, my grandparents prepared a lot of things for me to bring over, and they are still in the school dormitory. Because I met my grandfather at Chen Yin's house, I didn't have time to bring it yet. I'll go back in the afternoon and bring my stuff. ”

"Don't take too much. Meng Lao sighed and said: "You have also seen what is going on at home, and it is a waste to bring things for them to eat!"

Jiang Xiao pursed her lips, she didn't think about giving those good things to Duan Qingqing to eat.

So just give a gift or something.

But Meng Lao wants to eat, otherwise his son will be seriously ill when he gets old, and after such a big blow, I don't know how sad and tormented he is now.

There is also Meng Chaojun, she is no longer willing and can't watch him die.

"Grandpa, what did the doctor say?" she asked softly.

Meng Lao sighed heavily, "Malignant." It is said that it is pressing on some nerve in the brain, which is why I often have headaches. ”

Malignant ......

Jiang Xiao was also silent for a while.

Tumors in the brain, this ......

It's too sinister.

Especially in this day and age.