"I went to find out, but there is one thing, I don't know if I should talk about it or not."
"But it's okay to say! Tell me quickly, what kind of ancient costume court drama are you acting with me?"
"Then I'll say it."
Lawyer Qian glanced at Fu Yurou, who was helping to remove the mask that had fallen into Lawyer Qian's palm.
"Smelly girl, the garbage outside is full, can't you see it? Go and dump it, you must go to the garbage collection station yourself, do you hear me?"
In fact, Jiang Shunhao just sent Fu Yurou away on purpose, but he didn't expect Fu Yurou to go.
These days, the garbage inside and outside the house has been infested by many flying insects. Even if Jiang Shunhao didn't say anything, Fu Yurou should have arrived. After all, if she doesn't tidy up, who else can make these things in today's home? The reason why Fu Yurou stayed here was also because he wanted to help the Jiang family get through this difficult time.
The double blow seemed to make Qu Wan, Jiang Shunhao, and Jiang Keran not pay close attention to Shangguan Liuyun's camera. Because she suffered from Alzheimer's disease, she couldn't remember many things, so she often took pictures to deepen her memory. own memory.
Fu Yurou gently opened it to appreciate it, and found that there were even photos of herself. It was at Jiang Shunhao's wedding scene. Shangguan Liuyun kept using flashlights to shine brightly on everyone. , with grinning teeth, and some fell asleep at the wedding scene, and some children were drinking soup with their big wrists in their hands. The pictures one by one, like Jiang Keran's paintings, are vivid and vivid, making Fu Yurou couldn't help thinking back to the day of Jiang Shunhao's wedding.
Turning to the back, occasionally Shangguan Liuyun's humorous words will be inserted, such as where is this, where is that, and many walking route maps, all of which are recorded by her. But at the end of each photo, there are all photos of himself. Maybe Shangguan Liuyun is also imitating the selfies of young people, even the ones with retouched pictures, stretching the eyes wide and grinding the skin until there are no wrinkles.
Fu Yurou smiled slightly, imagining Shangguan Liuyun's appearance when he was young, he must be a great beauty.
"Fu Yurou bought this for me."
Fu Yurou heard the voice in the photo. This is a smart camera. If you want to, just speak directly when taking the photo, and it will be recorded, which is equivalent to having a recording function.
But Shangguan Liuyun seemed dissatisfied, so he had to use Fu Yurou to buy her a tape recorder.
People say that the older an old man is, the more he looks like a child. Fu Yurou really felt this. In the last days of Shangguan Liuyun, he would always drink milk noisyly, and even drink milk after drinking. He didn't know how big his stomach was. I can't stand it anymore.
Fu Yurou cleaned up Shangguan Liuyun every time, and over time, Shangguan Liuyun's feelings for Fu Yurou were no longer like strangers at the beginning.
"I am Shangguan Liuyun, and I will give half of the inheritance to my grandson Jiang Shunhao to Fu Yurou."
I don't know if it was when Shangguan Liuyun was in his normal mind, or when he was unconscious, but with such a dictated last word, Fu Yurou has long been warm in his heart.
"The photo has been deleted."
After scrutinizing the blue sky photos taken by Shangguan Liuyun, Fu Yurou completely deleted the recording, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth from time to time. Money may not represent anything. For wealthy people, it may be just a concern, but it is enough Let Fu Yurou shed tears again (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com