493 Li junyu’s stern and cold face appeared in front of the door
In the hospital, grandfather ruan hung up the phone and happily waited for his ideal son-in-law to arrive.
Ruan zhaotian was full of grievances and dissatisfaction. He did not want to let the man who was supposed to be on probation come to his house so early.
However, ruan zhaotian couldn’t stop grandfather ruan from liking her.
As for ruan Mengmeng, she was sitting uneasily by the bed.
Her heart was in a mess. She really did not know what her grandfather wanted to say when he insisted on having li junyu come over at this time.
The three of them waited in the ward, each with their own thoughts.
20 minutes have passed.
40 minutes had passed.
An hour had passed.
Two hours
pa-” ruan zhaotian finally lost his patience and slapped the side of the bed.
“Dad, this kid is clearly trying to intimidate us. You specifically called him to come over. This is your first official visit. Even if we’re not at home right now and we’re in the hospital, he’s being too slow. Look at the time, we’ve been waiting for that kid for two hours!”
Ruan zhaotian was not happy.
If Yue junyu came over with a good performance, he would be jealous.
However, the moment Yue junyu showed even the slightest bit of neglect or inattentiveness to his Mengmeng, ruan zhaotian would be very anxious.
He was afraid that the other party would look down on his daughter or treat her lightly, not caring about her as if she was a Pearl or a treasure.
At this moment, grandfather ruan frowned.
Mengmeng was also his baby. Although the Yue kid was good, he was dilly-dallying and unwilling to come. Grandfather ruan could not help but think that he was afraid of meeting the parents and did not want to take responsibility, so he was dilly-dallying on purpose.
Grandfather ruan looked at his granddaughter. Mengmeng, is little Yue always like this? is he not punctual and has no concept of time? ”
“No, no, of course not. He has a good sense of time.” Ruan Mengmeng answered without thinking.
Li tyrant was very particular about efficiency, planning, and punctuality in everything he did.
How could he not be a punctual person?
Unfortunately, ruan Mengmeng’s words made grandfather ruan’s frown deepen.
Since he was a person with a good sense of time, why was he so late?
Grandfather ruan couldn’t help but think the same as ruan zhaotian. They both thought that Yue junyu wanted to escape because he wanted to meet his parents and pay them a formal visit.
Many young people nowadays were like this.
When they were in love, they were sweet-talking, but when it came to responsibility and business, they would find many excuses and deliberately avoid it.
forget it. If he doesn’t want to come, then so be it. We won’t waste our time either. before grandfather ruan could finish his sentence, there was the sound of uniform footsteps outside the door.
Da, da, da, da, da-
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the hospital floor was getting closer and closer from the corridor.
Finally, they stopped at the door of the ward.
Knock, knock, knock. -crisp yet controlled knock came from outside the door.
Ruan Mengmeng looked at the window on the door of the ward curiously.
As soon as she looked up, she saw tyrant’s unusually good-looking face with a serious and cold expression. He appeared outside the door and window.
Why did li junyu have such an expression on his face when he came to see her grandfather and father?
The young girl found it strange, but her heart was completely on tyrant’s side. Without waiting for her grandfather to speak, she ran to the door and opened it.
The door of the ward was pulled open from the inside. Ruan Mengmeng did not even have time to smile at her tyrant before she saw a huge crowd of people standing behind li junyu …
Everyone was dressed in black suits and ties. They were all dressed in suits and leather shoes and looked extremely serious.
A conservative estimate was that there were at least thirty people.
Each of them was dragging a silver suitcase in their hands, and no one knew what was inside.
Before 21:40 am