There was a man in a black suit standing on each side of the Bentley RV, wearing sunglasses, and he looked like a gangster; but most people would not think so, they only thought that something big shot was here.

Chen Ting just took a quick look and walked towards the hospitalization department. He didn't know that his life would be completely subverted...

He came to his father's ward with a familiarity. When he saw the two black suit bodyguards standing at the door, Chen Ting couldn't help but feel a little worried. He suddenly was so afraid that something might happen to his father. The two bodyguards made him think of Mingxiang, a young man in aristocratic family, so he was afraid that Mingxiang would tell his father something bad because of that design.

At that moment, he let go and ran over, trying to rush in, but was stopped by the bodyguard.

"What are you stopping me? My dad is inside, let me in." Chen Ting struggled desperately despite the bodyguard's obstruction; the two bodyguards looked at each other, and one of them said, "I'm sorry, the old man is talking to the second master, no one can disturb him."

"What!" Chen Ting obviously didn't understand.

Suddenly, the two bodyguards seemed to have received some order, and their expressions changed and they retreated to both sides.

At this time, the door of the ward was opened from inside, and what caught my eye was a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and a calm expression. When the man saw Chen Ting, his eyes were a little joyful, and then he bent down and retreated very gentlemanly, making way for Chen Ting.

"San Young Master, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time." The man said.

Chen Ting didn't know what he said, his heart was on his father; he hurried to the ward, and suddenly felt relieved when he saw that his father was fine.

Now, he turned his gaze to the old man sitting in front of the hospital bed

It was an old man with white hair, with white and long eyebrows, his eyes were bright and bright, not at all like an old man should have; his thin body was wearing a white Tai Chi suit, and he sat there, leaning on his crane-headed crane cane with both hands, like a kind old man.

"Ting'er, this is grandpa, call him grandpa." Chen Ting's father shouted, his face full of seriousness, and he was completely different from his usual affinity.

"Grandpa!" Chen Ting shouted blankly, and there was a grandpa at some point. Judging from his father's appearance, this grandpa was probably related to the burden his father said.

"This is you and Chen Ning's child." The old man suddenly wanted to say 'that woman', but he realized that something was wrong and quickly changed his words.

Chen Ting's father naturally noticed this change and was a little surprised, and then nodded in response.

"Xiao Jiao! I came to pick you up this time. At the beginning, I was too stubborn and rigid, which made you suffer so much outside... After you left, I regret it, but I just couldn't let go of my face." As he said that, the old man sighed in grief.

"To be honest, it's all my fault that you are like now!" the old man said in pain.

He only had two sons under his knees, the eldest son Wen Renxiao and the second son Wen Renjiao; both of them were his pride, but neither of them was worry-free; the eldest son Wen Renxiao took a mixed-race woman with him on his back, and the second son Wen Renjiao actually ran away from home for a civilian woman from Z country. Wen Renjiao had been away for twenty-three years.
Chapter completed!