Han Yixing nodded, already seeing that it was Fei Xiluo who called.
"Hello,"
"Young mistress?" Fei Xiluo's voice was filled with uncertainty and reassurance.
Han Yixing pursed his lips, glanced at Meng Beichen, and then said: "I am Han Yixing, he, he is injured, come here quickly."
Fei Xiluo didn't say much. He immediately said hello and hung up the phone.[
Han Yixing put his cell phone on the coffee table. He turned around and saw Meng Beichen looking at her intently, a little uncomfortable. Han Xiaorou picked up a medicine box with her small body and asked worriedly: "Mommy
,Are you really not going to send daddy to the hospital?"
"What can I do if he doesn't go?" Han Yixing frowned. He didn't realize that he had inadvertently admitted that Meng Beichen was Xiaorou's father. He half-lifted him up and said, "Let me see.
There are other injuries on your body."
Meng Beichen and Han Xiaorou looked at each other and smiled softly. He took off his coat in cooperation. The black shirt seemed to have been slashed on the chest and arms, and the clothes were completely torn.
When Han Yixing saw this, his hands couldn't help but tremble. He turned around and ordered: "Xiaorou, go to your room and sleep."
She didn't want her to see such a bloody scene.
"But I'm worried about Daddy!" Han Xiaorou's face was a little pale at this time, tears fell down, and her little body refused to move by the sofa.
Meng Beichen knew Han Yixing's intentions and immediately smiled at her and said, "Xiaorou, be good, Daddy will be fine. Your mommy will help me bandage the wound."
He said, looking to see Han Yixing's reaction. She was carefully unbuttoning his shirt, and her attention was focused on him. He sighed, and really wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her that he missed her.
Xiaorou obeyed and went to the room. Han Yixing took off his shirt and saw that not only did he have two new wounds on his chest and arms, but there were also many old wounds interlaced in other places.
She stayed there for a long time, then reached out to touch her gently, and asked with a trembling voice: "Why are you so injured?"
"Do you want to hear it? Xing'er, a lot of things have happened to me, but now I just want to take a good look at you. You don't know how much I miss you."
There have been very few updates in the past two days, and I feel guilty about it myself, but when people get tired of coding, I will try my best to get back to the previous speed.