Holding Han Yao's hand, Chai Kemu grabbed the step she wanted to take and directly stopped her.

"Okay, Miss Chai, wait."

Han Yao looked at Chai Kemu, and saw that she insisted, she had no choice but to nod and compromise.

Take the packaged wig from the staff, and Han Yao and Chai Kemu walked out of the styling shop together.

Back at the hospital, Yang Guozhong and his family had not left yet, and Han Yao didn't even look at them. He directly looked at Fu Shaoli.

"We'll take our grandma home."

"good."

Fu Shaoli gently rubbed two handfuls of hair on Han Yao's head, with all the tolerance and doting of this girl.

Wang Ling came out from behind,

"Second Young Master, everything has been handled, we can leave now."

Holding Han Yao's hand, Fu Shaoli took Han Yao into the morgue,

"We'll see grandma first."

The white cloth was not blocked again, and no one entered the morgue during Han Yao's departure.

Fu Shaoli led Han Yao in, and naturally saw the old man who was walking quite kindly at first glance.

He held her hand and stopped beside the old man, but did not let go of the hand that they were shaking.

"Grandma, I originally wanted you to see what your future grandson-in-law looks like, but we were a little late to come back and couldn't meet you."

After a pause, Fu Shaoli grabbed Han Yao's hand,

"Han Yao is the girl I have determined to love in my life. She will be my only one. Don't worry, don't worry, and give her to me."

As he said that, a kiss gently fell on the back of her hand that was holding Han Yao. The two looked at each other, and in an instant, a thousand-foot-thousand-foot-thunder-light flashed away.

This kind of commitment in front of elders is Fu Shaoli’s true commitment and a lifelong commitment to a girl.

At this moment, Han Yao knew that in this life, she would decide him, and that would be him!

"Thanks."

Han Yao looked down at the old man,

"Grandma, remember to bless me when you hear it."

Only in this way can she be happy and perfect.

After letting go of Fu Shaoli's hand, Han Yao picked up the bag in his hand and carefully took out the wig that had been tens of thousands of yuan.

"Grandma, I know, you definitely don't want to see yourself like this, so I bought you a wig, put it on, and then we'll go home."

He helped the old man put on his wig, as if he was doing something solemn and sacred,

Until the end, Han Yao still bent over.

Fu Shaoli, who noticed something was wrong, reached out to help her, and the girl leaned on her body.

"Girl, are you okay? Do you want to take a break first?"

Han Yao bowed his head for too long, and his head was dizzy. He bent down and was slowly slowing down. He was helped by Fu Shaoli.

Put all the weight of his body on him and listen to him.

The answer was very small, but he could still hear clearly in the cold and quiet morgue.

"I'm fine, go home."

The soft words came out of Han Yao's mouth, which made Fu Shaoli feel very distressed and supported her.

Want to take her out,

Her arm was caught, she grabbed him,

"What's wrong?"

"After going out, don't worry about Yang Guozhong's family, let's go directly, Mu Mu will lead the way."

"good."

Fu Shaoli and Wang Ling arranged to take their grandmother's body back to the small yard in the village.

Yang Guozhong's family was turned away. Seeing that Han Yao had no intention of letting them in, he returned to his home in disappointment.
Chapter completed!