Invincible daughter-in-law

Chapter 108

When the sun was fully rising, Lang Yan and He Zhuolun also landed on the ground, and took a helicopter back to the Royal Hotel Dotilun.

At this moment, the two of them were still in a very excited mood. After having breakfast with Fulla, they took a special plane and flew back to country Z. Because of the time difference, it was still noon in the daytime when they returned to city B of country Z.

Lang Yan sent Fula back to the room, and then went down to the second floor to rest. Wu Shu, who was busy downstairs, saw him enter the room on the second floor, wondering: "Why did Mr. Lang go to the room on the second floor to rest?"

He Er, who was sitting on the sofa reading the materials, raised his head to look at the room on the second floor when he heard this, "Uncle Wu, you knew Lang earlier than us. What kind of person do you think Mr. Lang is?"

Speaking of Lang Yan, Wu Shu showed a smile: "He is a very polite person, and he is also a very talented person. He is very good at drawing and cooking. He is bigger than those in high-end hotels. The cook has to cook delicious food."

"Apart from these, is there anything else? For example, who is he? What does he do? And how did he know the young master?"

Wu Shu shook his head: "I have investigated him, but I only know that he is studying at Tansana College in country D. As for his family background, I really don't know, but I can see that he has no malice towards the young master. As for How the young master knew him, I really don't know, after all, this is the young master's business, and it's not easy for me to ask."

He Er muttered angrily: "He has no malice, but he has love, which is more terrible than malice.

"

"What did you say?"

Wu Shu looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing." He Er said calmly: "I just think that the relationship between the boss and Mr. He will be too good, surpassing...uh... surpassing Young Master Bai and the others."

"The relationship between the young master and Mr. Lang is indeed very good." Wu Shu agreed with this, and smiled: "Since Mr. Lang came, the young master's smile has been much more, the villa has become much hotter than before, and the young master is no longer Keep driving us out of the villa like before, don't you think?"

"..." He Er had no words to refute, because it was the truth.

Wu Shu sighed suddenly: "If one day Mr. Lang moves out, I don't know if there will be another place here.

Restore the original look. "

He Er curled his lips: "It's no wonder he moved out."

"How do you know he won't move out? This is not his home, and he will leave sooner or later. I won't tell you, I'll go prepare meals. "

"Uncle Wu, I'll help you."

He Er stood up when he heard footsteps upstairs.

He looked up, He Zhuolun walked from the third floor to the second floor, glanced at him, then, ignoring him, opened the door and walked into Lang Yan's room.

He Er: "..."

Wu Shu poked his head out from the kitchen: "He Er, didn't you say you were coming to help? Come in quickly.

"oh.,,

He Er walked into the kitchen depressed.

Lang Yan and He Zhuolun rested at home for a day to adjust the time difference. The next morning, Lang Yan received a call from Rude.

"Mr. Lang, the master has passed away." Rude sadly said the sad news.

"What?" Lang Yan felt that Rude was joking: "Mr. Rude, are you sure you didn't lie to me?" When I saw Fulla's grandfather two nights ago, he was very energetic, and he was full of energy when he spoke. Not like a sick person.

Rude said angrily: "Mr. Lang, would I joke about this kind of thing?"

"Sorry." Lang Yan rubbed his eyebrows: "This happened so suddenly, I didn't accept it for a while."

"You should know that he is a virologist. Some time ago, at work, he was infected with a new type of virus. Because he didn't research the medicine in time, he passed away half an hour ago."

"Isn't it all right on Christmas Eve?"

"He is pretending, and this virus is only fatal when it breaks out, and it is no different from ordinary people."

Lang Yan frowned: "Where are you now? I'll take Fulla to see him for the last time." Rude choked up and said, "You don't need to come here. The master's body has been cremated. I'm calling

In other words, I also want Miss Fulla to know the news, after all Miss Fulla is his granddaughter. "

"Why did you cremate the body so quickly?"

"Because the master has a virus in his body, the people in the research institute think that the body must be cremated immediately, otherwise, the virus will infect other people, and even I have not been able to see him for the last time, and now his ashes cannot be brought back to Benson The family cemetery can only be buried in the location designated by the research institute."

"Please be sorry, don't be too sad."

Lu De took a deep breath: "Master has confessed that if he dies, he must tell you that he wants you to take good care of Miss Fulla, and also, on Christmas Eve, he really wanted to see Miss Fulla, Because he is really worried that after his death, no one will protect Miss Fulla. That's it, Mr. Lang, goodbye."

Lang Yan put down his phone, pursed his lips, and regretted taking Fulla away on Christmas Eve.

However, the words of Fulla's grandfather at the time were indeed a bit irritating, but thinking about it now, Grandpa Fulla deliberately provoked him to test whether he could really protect Fulla well, because once Grandpa Fulla passed away, there would be other People took over the affairs of the Benson family.

The new patriarch might not protect Fulla as much as Fulla's grandfather did. He might hand over Fulla for the benefit of the family for others to study.

"what happened?"

He Zhuolun, who came out of the bathroom, saw Lang Yan standing in front of the window in a daze, so he asked with concern.

Lang Yan came back to his senses and sighed, "Fula's grandfather passed away."

He Zhuolun raised his eyebrows: "Then you want to tell Fulla about this?"

"Mr. Benson is her grandfather, of course I have to tell her about it. She should wake up now, I'll go and see her."

Lang Yan came to Fulla's room, and Fulla was combing her hair.

Before he left, he took the comb and simply tied a ponytail for her: "Fula, I have something to tell you."

you. "

Fulla blinked her big eyes and looked at Lang Yan through the mirror.

Lang Yan put down the comb, turned Fula around himself, and said seriously: "Fula, your grandpa passed away.

"

Fulla was still blinking, as if she didn't understand what Lang Yan was saying.

Lang Yan raised his forehead: "I mean, your grandpa is dead."

"Oh." Fulla didn't show much expression.

"Is that how you are?" Lang Yan looked at her in disbelief: "You didn't have any other reactions?"

Fulla looked puzzled.

"Fula, when I said your grandpa is dead, I mean he is not around, do you understand?"

Fulla nodded obediently: "I know."

"Aren't you sad?"

Fulla was puzzled: "Why are you sad?"

Lang Yan sighed: "What if I say I'm going to die? Are you sad?"

Fulla blinked, and gradually understood the meaning of his words, her eyes turned red, she strangled Lang Yan's neck excitedly, and cried loudly: "I don't want Lang to die, I don't want Lang to die."

"I'm not going to die, cough, I'm not going to die, I was just a metaphor." Lang Yan quickly comforted: "I'm not going to die, really, don't cry, don't cry, be good."

He finally understood that it's not that Fulla doesn't know the meaning of death, it's just that she doesn't have feelings for her grandfather, so she won't be sad. They can be counted, and the time spent together should not have reached half a month, so it is understandable that they will not be sad.

"Really, really?" Fulla was still sad.

Lang Yan raised three fingers: "It's true, I swear."

Fulla hugged his neck tightly: "If Lang is sick, _ must tell me, I will heal Lang

of. ”

"Okay, I see." Lang Yan took out a tissue and wiped her tears away: "Okay, don't be sad."

He really did it on his own, he already knew not to tell Fulla about it, but, having said that, Rude said before that Mr. Benson said that after death, he must tell him about it, why is that?Why must we emphasize this point?Is there any reason in it?Or was it just a reminder to protect Fulla?

What's more, Rude has always emphasized that Mr. Benson really likes Fulla, so why did he leave nothing to Fulla after death, even if he wrote a letter to Fulla or a photo as a commemoration, But nothing.

Lang Yan felt that he was thinking too much. It didn't matter whether Fula's grandfather left her something. Anyway, with him raising her, life would definitely be better than in the Benson family.

After comforting Fulla, he went back to his room and changed his clothes. Then, while combing his hair, he saw the invitation letter on the dressing table.

When I received this invitation letter, I glanced at it casually, put it on the stage, and went shopping with Fulla and the others, and there was no time to clean it up later.

Lang Yan unconsciously picked it up and looked at it again. The beautiful font made him sneer: "Is this invitation letter a last memory for Fula? Let Fula know that her grandpa can write well. He shook the invitation letter, and suddenly found that this invitation letter was heavier than the invitation letters he had received before.Lang Yanbiao didn't know what he thought of, so he quickly found a small knife and cut it open bit by bit from the side. It turned out to be hollow inside, and it was filled with thin paper. From the outside, it could be seen vaguely I saw dense handwriting written on the paper.

He carefully took out the paper, and it turned out to be a research report.

Lang Yan glanced at it, becoming more and more familiar with it. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked at it from the beginning again. Then, he took out the lighter and burned the research materials to ashes.

"Lang Yan, breakfast is ready, Uncle Wu asked us to go down and have breakfast."

He Zhuolun opened the door and came in. He saw the paper dust on the ground and the invitation letter that had been cut on the table. He turned his head and went outside to get a broom and garbage to clean up the ground: "Burn the invitation letter too."

"Ah."

Lang Yan burned the invitation letter together: "You don't ask me what I burned?"

"Wait until you want to tell me, then tell me."

Lang Yan smiled: "Let's go down for breakfast."

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