They made porridge for him mechanically, and about half an hour later, Dr. Zhang and Fei Xiluo walked out of the room. Han Yixing stood at the door of the kitchen, watching from a distance, feeling that this scene was really so...
familiar.
It seemed as if something happened just yesterday. He was beaten on the back by some gangsters because he was protecting her.
"Is my daddy okay?" Xiaorou jumped over and was about to run to the room. Fei Xiluo picked her up with a hug, his eyes full of love for the little girl.
"Don't worry, little lady, the young master will be fine."
"Young lady, that sounds ugly." Han Xiaorou frowned, obviously not liking such a title.[
Fei Xiluo didn't correct her and walked towards Han Yixing with her in his arms, while Dr. Zhang prepared the medicine.
"Young mistress, the young master is very tired, but he refuses to sleep."
He simply said to her. Han Yixing lowered his eyes slightly, and after a while, he nodded and said, "The porridge is probably ready. I'll bring it in and give him some."
Seeing her entering the kitchen again, Fei Xiluo carried Xiaorou to the sofa and asked, "Do you like your daddy?"
"Of course, it's just that Mommy doesn't seem to like it." She sighed in a dignified manner. In fact, she knew that there must be some misunderstanding between Mommy and Daddy. Daddy is injured this time, can it be solved?
Han Yixing brought out a bowl of porridge. She was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden appearance of so many people at home. They were sitting on the sofa in the living room consciously, but she just walked to her room feeling extremely uncomfortable.
As soon as the door opened, Meng Beichen immediately sat up from the bed, which frightened Han Yixing and almost knocked over his bowl.
"Hey, don't move."
She walked over and put down the bowl and looked at the wound on his chest. Fortunately, there was no blood seeping out, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking up at him, Meng Beichen stared at her with a pair of blue eyes. Han Yixing shrank a little. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand.
.
Regardless of the injury that might hit him, he hugged her tightly into his arms.
"Meng Beichen! What are you doing? Let go!"
She was startled and struggled subconsciously. Then she heard him take a breath and muffled: "Xing'er, it hurts."