In the ward, all the servants and nannies had gone back. Rong Junlie was left sitting on the sofa, looking at the busy woman on the bed. His eyebrows were raised. Luo Yan turned around and bumped into her. He hurriedly took it back.
own gaze.
Luo Yan must know what he is thinking. Ever since she saw the sick child, her behavior has surprised others, let alone Rong Junlie, who has always been very suspicious.
She was worried about this child because of her uncontrollable instinct. She felt sorry for him, and when she saw him getting sick, she wished she could suffer for him.
But, in the eyes of others, maybe they don’t think so!
After calming down, Luo Yan sat down, looked at Rong Junlie with bright eyes, and couldn't help but comforted, "His fever has gone away, don't worry anymore!"
"Worried?" Rong Junlie couldn't help laughing sarcastically when he heard this. Luo Yan was stunned and looked at her confused, "What? You're not worried about him!"
"This child just has my blood flowing through him..."
"Can you say anything crueler?"
Luo Yan blinked her eyes, she really couldn't believe that he didn't care so much about the child he forced her to give birth to by any means at that time!
I feel indescribably sad in my heart, both for my poor child and for Rong Junlie in front of me.
"No matter how much you dislike him, he is your child. This is an undeniable fact. Also, please fulfill your responsibilities as a father and don't let others think you are a man without any sense of responsibility!"
After finishing her words, Luo Yan stood up in anger and hurriedly walked outside. She wanted to leave in anger, but when she walked downstairs of the hospital, she thought of the little guy sleeping in her arms and leaning against her closely.
Her heart softened again, forget it, no matter what Rong Junlie did to her, she didn't care anymore, as long as she could see her child...
Entrusting her heart, liver, flesh and blood to such an irresponsible man, Luo Yan was really worried about her poor son. A child who has no mother and is not loved by his father, how did he survive in the past few years!
The door to the ward opened again, Luo Yan stood at the door with her cheeks puffed up, Rong Junlie's surprised eyes fell on her, she walked in shamelessly, and said sarcastically, "I shouldn't stay here, but
It's very inconvenient to take a taxi back to the resort so late. Please give me a call to go to the resort and tell me that I'm going shopping with you, so that I won't have my salary deducted for being absent from work!"
"No problem!" It was rare for the woman in front of him to speak to him. Rong Junlie agreed without much thought, and his tone seemed a little happy.
"I'll ask the assistant to arrange a place for you to stay tonight!" There were only two people in the ward. Rong Junlie felt that the atmosphere made him uncomfortable, so he hurriedly spoke.
Luo Yan stood up, slowly took off her coat and hung it on the bedside. Her eyes flashed, and she suddenly smiled, "No, I'll sleep here tonight..."
Rong Junlie was stunned, and then he saw Luo Yan lying next to Rong Zhao. For a moment, he didn't know what to say!
Luo Yan glanced at him and said disapprovingly, "You have no experience in taking care of a child. The child will sweat profusely after the fever has just subsided two hours later, so someone must stay by his side all night, wipe his sweat, and take care of him carefully.
Keep him close, otherwise the wind will blow and you will catch a cold again..."
This woman's behavior today surprised her so much. She showed such love to a strange child. Is it because of her nature, or is it really because she is a mother that she feels sorry for other people's children?
Rong Junlie's scrutinizing gaze did not make Luo Yan take it to heart. Under the quilt, she slowly squeezed Rong Zhao's warm little hand and gently covered it in her palm.
Her eyes flickered, and her eyes couldn't help but become moist again, Zhao'er, Zhao'er...
In her heart, she called this name over and over again. It was not until today that she knew that her other son's name was Rong Zhao! She also learned from the servant that Zhao'er had outstanding intelligence since she was a child.
At such a young age, he has already received countless awards, from artistic piano to complex Mathematical Olympiads. How can such a small brain have so much energy and be able to learn so many things?
Nothing like her brother, a stupid boy whose last thing he likes to do is study!
Luo Yan's heart was filled with warm emotions. Although this was a night she secretly borrowed from Rong Junlie, it was this night that she could stay with the baby she always thought she would never see again. She had already
I have a warm feeling of satisfaction.
Holding him carefully in her arms, Luo Yan could not help but reveal a gentle smile.
Rong Junlie leaned on the sofa, looking directly at the children, one large and one small, on the hospital bed. They were obviously strange women, but lying next to his children actually made him a little moved. And everything looked like this.
It's warm and natural, not artificial at all.
During the night, Rong Zhao was sweating profusely and the sheets were soaked with sweat. Luo Yan scrubbed him carefully. Suddenly, the little guy woke up and looked at the man who was busy on him with a pair of dark and cold eyes.
woman.
"You're awake..." Seeing him looking at her, Luo Yan smiled softly at him.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Rong Zhao spoke, his tone was as cold as his father's, but his smart eyes were filled with a hint of unseen expectation.
Luo Yan's heartbeat suddenly stopped. Who is she? She is...
"Are you my mother?" Although I don't know what my mother looks like, my mother's arms must be warm, just like the feeling of Zhao'er leaning in her arms!
Mom? Luo Yan opened her mouth, but suddenly became sluggish and didn't know how to answer his words.
There was a light of expectation in Rong Zhao's eyes. It flickered and burned into the softest part of Luo Yan's heart. He was looking forward to his answer. This kind of expectation was like Kai Kaisa Jiao asking him for something.
Eating sweets has the same look as watching cartoons!
"She is Aunt Luo, dad's friend, and she is here to take care of you today!"
A cold voice broke in, and Rong Junlie soon stood beside the hospital bed. Luo Yan frowned as she looked at Rong Zhao, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and her heart suddenly throbbed with pain.
.
"I'm going to wash your clothes..." She forced a smile, hurriedly grabbed Rong Zhao's sweat-soaked clothes and rushed out.
In the hospital bathroom, Luo Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore and squatted there, crying loudly.
Her Zhao'er, Zhao'er...
poor child!
After a long time, Luo Yan returned to the ward. Rong Zhao was sitting on the bed and was already getting dressed. When Luo Yan saw her, she immediately asked anxiously, "Zhao'er, why are you getting dressed so late?"
"Aunt Luo, thank you for taking care of me. I'm fine now and want to go home..." Rong Zhao has always been very cold to others, but he was still polite to Aunt Luo, who took care of him most of the night.
"No, it's too late, and it's not safe at night. You can't go back. The doctor will check you tomorrow, you know?" Luo Yan hurriedly stopped her, but couldn't help but glare at Rong Junlie next to her.
He always knows how to show off to others, but his son is sick and has to leave, but he can actually remain silent?
"Aunt Luo, I don't want to sleep in the ward..."
Rong Zhao lowered his eyes, stirred his little hands and whispered.
Luo Yan quickly asked, "Why?"
"I'm afraid..." Rong Zhao raised his head, his cold eyes suddenly filled with tears, "Aunt An told me that my mother died in the ward, so I always hate hospitals..."
The faint words tugged at the most fragile heartstring in her heart. When Luo Yan heard it, her heart ached and the tip of her nose felt sore. In emotion, she hugged Rong Zhao forcefully in her arms, "Don't be afraid, today
I'll sleep here with you tonight..."
Rong Zhao leaned against her embrace, his little hand suddenly raised, and he hugged Luo Yan tentatively. Rong Junlie, who remained silent at the side, had his Adam's apple rolling, and he looked away in disbelief.
After a long night of tossing, it was almost dawn. Rong Junlie, who was about to fall asleep while leaning on the sofa, was suddenly woken up by gentle sobbing. He raised his eyes and saw that the woman on the hospital bed was covering her mouth.
Sobbing gently there.
He frowned and suddenly lost all sleep.
Passing a tissue over, he opened his thin lips slightly and asked self-deprecatingly, "Why are you crying? Do you feel pity for him?"
"I don't think so!" Luo Yan raised her red tearful eyes and suddenly raised the corners of her lips in a mocking tone, "I feel sad that he has a father like you. You are indifferent to him. Your indifference makes me sad.
I feel sorry for him!"
"He is so smart, so cute, and so sensible. He has his own self-esteem and pride, so please respect him and don't feel sorry for him!"
Luo Yan reasoned for a while, which made Rong Junlie's face darken again and again. His heart finally calmed down a little, and he asked calmly, "Are you always so sentimental?"
Luo Yan sniffed and said in a hoarse voice, "I feel it!"
Rong Junlie suddenly laughed out loud. Inexplicably, he really knew what he was laughing at and what was so funny!
You say he is cold and inhumane, you feel sad for him, but he can actually laugh?
Luo Yan wiped the tears on her face and stared at him with misty eyes. Unexpectedly, Rong Junlie smiled jokingly, "The way you cry is much cuter than the way you look fierce..."
"You are so cute, but it's a pity that no one loves you!"
Luo Yan said something to him unceremoniously, but her cheeks unexpectedly became a little hot under his complicated gaze.
"You surprised me. Anyway, thank you for what happened today!"
"Forehead……"
The man who didn't speak more than ten sentences as soon as he entered the ward was actually thanking her? Luo Yan stared at him with strange eyes for several seconds, then pretended to be relaxed and said, "You're welcome..."