After rebirth, her childhood sweetheart attacked her

"Don't be like the old man. I'm in my seventies now, and my son is fifty. He's still not married, and he has never had a grandson."

In fact, he has grandsons, but they are the sons of the two prodigal sons who have always wanted him to die, and he does not intend to recognize their sons as grandsons.

I have never been close to them.

The obedient and sensible eldest son is also a stubborn lover. When he was young, he married a wife and had a son. Unfortunately, both of his mother died in an accident.

That Nizi didn't plan to marry again. Now that he is in his fifties, it is impossible for him to have another grandson.

Just thinking about Jing Shilin made her heart ache with anger.

Su Beibei raised her eyebrows, although it was surprising that he could be so enlightened at his age.

but. . . .

"Grandpa, didn't you say that your sons are all dead?"

Why was he not sad at all when he said that just now, and it seemed like his son was alive?
The sadness shown is also the regretful look of hating iron but not being able to hold a grandson.

"Ah... I'm talking about before, but now I can't help but want to hold a grandson, what a pity! White-haired people give black-haired people!"

Su Beibei nodded in doubt, when the door opened, knowing that it was Yang Yiran who had returned, Su Beibei hurried over.

"Grandpa, my boyfriend is back, let's have dinner."

Jing Shilin nodded, turned around and pushed the wheelchair to the dining table, while looking up at the young man who entered the door.

With just one glance, Jing Shilin was stunned, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

"The old man I was talking to you about, he had an accident today, and he didn't like being in the hospital, so I brought it back."

After finishing speaking, Su Beibei lowered her voice again, "Sometimes he feels a little demented, let's send him to the police station tomorrow."

In Su Beibei's view, he said that his sons were all dead, and the feeling that he didn't seem to be dead just now was dementia.

Yang Yiran looked up at the old man at the table, nodded, "Okay, you can figure it out."

After finishing speaking, the two came to the dining table and sat down. Seeing him staring at Yang Yiran, Su Beibei was a little puzzled.

"Grandpa, do you know him?"

Could it be that he recognized Yang Yiran as one of his relatives again?
Jing Shilin raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the boy in front of him.

"Like, so similar!"

Su Beibei twitched her lips. Looking at it like this, she really guessed it right.

But how can I say that he is an old man, so we still have to follow him.

Besides, it should be a big blow for him to send a black-haired man to an elderly white-haired man, and it is also very pitiful.

"Uh...who does grandpa say he looks like?"

"Like my eldest son, he is exactly the same as when he was young."

Jing Shilin looked at the young man in front of him, he couldn't bear to blink his eyes. If his eldest grandson was not dead, he should be this old, right?

"Son, what's your name? Are your parents here?"

The more he looked at it, the more Jing Shilin felt that he was his grandson.

Looking at the old man who came close to pushing his chair away, Yang Yiran looked cold.

"My name is Yang Yiran, and my parents passed away when I was young."

Su Beibei blinked, looked at the old man, and then at Yang Yiran. To be honest, if you look carefully, the eyes of the two are really similar.

Especially the look in her eyes when she just woke up in the hospital today is really exactly the same as that of Yang Yiran at certain times.