Then Gu Zhirou stretched out a finger and pointed to the open-air garden outside to signal him to go out to speak. Gu Moran walked over.
And the cat was also out with him.
“Zhirou, what’s wrong with grandma?” Gu Moran’s eyebrows were entangled. His handsome face was filled with sorrow. After his parents passed away one after another, the only relatives who depended on him for life were grandma.
He could understand the pain of a grandmother giving birth to a black-haired man. She just didn’t say it. Every time she saw his grandmother, she would be dazed, because Gu Moran knew that his grandmother must be missing her son at this time, because Gu Moran looked very similar to her father.
But the only difference is the eyes. Maoer was lying in Gu Moran’s arms, closing his eyes comfortably. Greedly enjoying the warmth brought by his broad chest.
Gu Zhirou seemed very tired, and fatigue appeared on her face. Sitting on the chair, the nanny brought a glass of milk to Gu Zhirou nodded slightly. He reached out and took it over, took a sip and opened his mouth.
“Grandma just had a heart attack, but fortunately it’s fine. It’s just that when she was in a coma, she kept calling her father’s name, so I called you. I hope you can come back and spend time with her grandma.” After Gu Zhirou said that, she was usually calm and calm, and her eyes were filled with tears.
Gu Moran couldn’t see women’s tears the most. He knew that his sister had never shed tears after that incident. What happened today? So he let go of the sleeping cat in his arms and walked to Gu Zhirou. I gently put her head on my waist with my big hand, and recognized her crying silently, releasing the pain that I had suppressed for a long time. Maybe it was the feeling of touching love today, maybe it was a feeling that Gu Moran had never felt.