The doctor said that the wound was inflamed and needed to rest. In addition, due to the high fever before, he was really weak. The slightest movement of his body would affect the wound. Although he didn't say it, Meng Xinran also guessed that it must be very painful.
She shook the lifting handle of the hospital bed, then raised his back and put a pillow on it. When she touched his body, she remembered the scene of her lingering love to death the night before. Her fingers were hot, and her cheeks were filled with red clouds. She hurriedly
He retracted his hand and handed the cup over.
Ling Ye glanced at her casually and shook his gauze-wrapped hand: "I can't move."
Meng Xinran bit her lip and went out reluctantly. She found a straw from somewhere, stuffed it into the cup, and moved it in front of him: "No, suck!"
Ling Ye's face darkened, and his suppressed anger was stirred up. Does this woman have any conscience?!
Suddenly, the door opened
The little guy poked his head in, holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand and placing it precariously on the table. As soon as he put it down, he held his ears with his fingers: "Ah, it's so hot!"
Ling Ye used his other uninjured hand to open the little guy's red fingers and blew on them distressedly: "It won't hurt anymore."
"Thank you, Daddy!" Xiao Mo smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Meng Xinran was dumbfounded and pointed at the father and son with trembling fingers: "Mo Mo, what did you call him?"
Oops! The secret is revealed!
Xiao Mo covered his mouth, Shuiling's eyes widened, and he was so proud that the word "Daddy" came out of his mouth.
She smiled sweetly at Meng Xinran, with an innocent expression, like a cute little rabbit
On the other hand, Ling Ye's expression remained the same, nothing unusual could be seen at all.
Meng Xinran had to admire his super high psychological quality. Even a human being would react a little. Shouldn't he explain to her awkwardly now?
Meng Xinran put her hands on her hips: "Ling Ye, how long have you been lying to me? When did you two collude?"
The little guy blew the porridge guiltily and put it into Ling Ye's mouth, pretending not to hear it. It's a typical example of a father who has everything he needs!
Meng Xinran felt resentful, why did she raise such a white-eyed wolf?
Ling Ye didn't even look at her. He opened his mouth and chewed a few mouthfuls: "Xiao Mo is my son. No one can deny this. If I want to recognize him, why don't I report it to you?"
Every word he said was taken for granted, and his tone was arrogant and arrogant.
Meng Xinran rubbed her swollen forehead and fell down on the chair, feeling more tired than ever before. She vaguely felt as if she was about to lose something.
"Young Master!" Yun Ming clicked on the door frame twice and walked in.
Although they reserved the entire floor of the VIP ward to prevent anyone from disturbing him, he still carefully locked the door in order to prevent the partition from having ears.
"Since you have something to talk about, I'll go out first." Meng Xinran exited the room knowingly, with pale lips. Xiao Mo felt a little bitter when he saw it, and his little head got into Ling Ye's arms.
"Young Master, in accordance with your instructions, I have blocked the news of your injury from the outside world. There is nothing unusual about the stock price of Hao Group. It's just that... the third lady got the news from somewhere. She just called me to question me. I can't explain it.
I just reported the address of the hospital." Yun Ming said softly and lowered his head.
Ling Ye looked out the window at the increasingly dense night, his stern brows hidden in the darkness...