Seeing Leng Yan, the little guy's delicate brows furrowed, his lips pouted, and he squirmed a few times, looking particularly awkward.
In the end, without saying anything, the little guy lay down on the bedside, trying to stand on tiptoes, holding Zhongqing tightly in his little hands, with a worried look on his face.
"Mom, Xixi is here, wake up quickly..."
"Shut up, don't disturb her sleeping!"
Leng Yan's voice sounded in the silent space.
"Why are you here? Did you hurt your mother?" Zhong Xi looked at the bandage on Zhong Qing's head with a distressed look on his face: "I have always protected my mother very well."
Leng Yan's face tightened and he said coldly: "How dare you talk to me like this!"
"Why don't you dare? You are not mine!"
Leng Yan bit his lip: "I am your father!"
"Mom said that I was destined to have no father since I was born. Where did you come from?" Zhong Xi raised his chin: "What evidence do you have?"
Leng Yan's face was dark, and he stared at Zhong Xi, too angry to say anything.
If it weren't for his son.
I really want to pack him up and send him away.
However, the thought of Zhong Qing educating this little guy made him even more angry and his heart was bleeding.
Dai Zi, who was standing aside, twitched his lips and suppressed a smile.
Unexpectedly, Leng Yan would have such a frustrating day.
Still choked by his own son.
"Xixi..."
There was a faint sound from the bed.
Leng Yan and Zhong Xi turned to look at the hospital bed at the same time——
Zhong Qing's eyelashes flickered a few times, and she woke up in a daze. Her eyebrows wrinkled from time to time, looking uncomfortable. She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was Leng Yan's deep face.
"Love..."
Zhong Xi couldn't reach it, so he could only lie on the bedside, with his little head exposed, his small hands tightly holding Zhong Qing's big hand, and nervously shouting: "Mom...Mom...Xixi is here!"
Zhong Qing blinked her eyes, and the moment she saw Leng Yan, her body stiffened, and she calmly withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhong Xi, who was lying beside the bed.
"Mom, are you still in pain?"
Zhong Qing's pale lips curled up: "Mom is fine, why are you here?"
Zhong Xi clicked his tongue and glanced at Leng Yan awkwardly.
Zhong Qing knew it, but never looked at Leng Yan.
Yanran treats Leng Yan like air.
Seeing Zhong Qing's distant and indifferent look, Leng Yan lowered his eyes darkly, stood up suddenly, and walked out.
"Sir, are you planning to leave?"
Dai Zi asked in surprise.
"I want you to take care of it? You are here to guard it!"
Watching Leng Yan leave, Zhong Xi kept tiptoing and climbed hard onto the bed.
But could never climb up.
However, he never dared to ask Leng Yan for help.
He stared at Dai Zi behind him, looking like a young adult, and ordered: "You, carry me up!"
Dai Zi was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked over and carried Zhong Xi to the bed.
"Mom, would you like Xixi to see your wound?"
"Mom is fine." Zhong Qing pursed her lips, looked at the little guy and said, "Don't you mention daddy often? Why didn't you call him today?"
Zhong Xi pouted: "He was the one who made mother hurt."
Zhong Qing was startled: "Why did you say that?"
"Because, my mother always sheds tears because of her sadness. Otherwise, why would my mother keep playing hide-and-seek with him?"
Zhong Qing stared at the little face in front of her with complicated emotions, and moved her lips with difficulty: "He is always your father, you know?"
"As long as he can make mom happy, he is Xixi's father." The little guy's eyes flashed with light: "Uncle Feng seems to be good, mom, you can also consider letting him be Xixi's dad!"