Song Zixuan asked him coldly, "Is there any way to heal the wound quickly?" He didn't want the child to see his wound when he saw his son, for fear of scaring him.
The doctor was in a dilemma. If Song Zixuan had listened to him earlier, the wound would not have healed yet.
Seeing his silence, Song Zixuan also understood and waved his hand, "You go first. I'll call you if I need anything."
Song Zixuan's mood changed drastically, and the servants at home couldn't accept it for a while, they just treated it like watching a play
During dinner, Song Zixuan called the nanny, "Do you have any children at home?"
The nanny nodded, "Yes, my son is just three years old."
Song Zixuan muttered silently, and he, who was older than my son, waved, "Come over and sit on the sofa over there. I have something to ask you."
The nanny was a little flattered
"Song, Song, Second Young Master" his tongue finally stopped tying up, "What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"
Song Zixuan was silent for a moment and asked: "What do children like nowadays, like those who are one year old?"
"This..." the nanny said thoughtfully, "Children as young as two years old can go to school. Children over one year old probably like novel things when they see them."
Song Zixuan frowned, "Can you say it more simply and what is the specific thing?" She said it so vaguely that Song Zixuan felt as if she didn't say anything.
"Children will be very happy as long as they have someone to accompany them." The nanny really couldn't think of anything. What would an older child know about buying toys?
Song Zixuan nodded, it was true, but now he wished he could give the whole world to his son
When the nanny saw that he wasn't asking, she went to clean the house on her own initiative.
After dinner, Song Zixuan had gained some strength. At this time, Jiang Sheng called, "Mr. Song, um," he was afraid that Song Zixuan would scold him. After all, Song Zixuan asked him to follow Lin Coral's sister, but he still let them get hurt.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Sheng said
"Forget it," Song Zixuan was in a good mood and said to Jiang Sheng, "Come to my company another day to pick up the check."
"Uh..." Jiang Sheng, who had not been scolded, couldn't react for a moment, for fear that Song Zixuan would fall out in the future.
"Hang up." Song Zixuan was lying on the bed, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up. He was in a particularly good mood when he thought of his son.
However, is Zhong Zhen really willing to let him see her?
The expression on Zhong Zhenzhen's face after she fell down the stairs came to mind.