The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

Hospital

Ye Han has also arrived at the ward, Ye Fan is on an IV drip, the situation is actually not very serious, it's just a fever caused by a cold, it's just that the child is still young, and when he doesn't feel well, he looks a little delicate.

"Father!" Seeing him coming, Ye Fan's powerless eyes seemed to light up.

Ye Han walked over, his brows furrowed all the time.

Maybe he really doesn't like this child. Every time he sees him, he feels that his existence is a stain in his life, which he doesn't want to face.

Yang Shan also came over, and said, "Look, mom didn't lie to you, dad came to see you, do you have to be good and know?"

Ye Fan nodded and looked at Ye Han again, "Father, Fan Fan misses you."

Ye Han pursed his lips, struggling in his heart.

"Your Highness, don't you want to sit?" Yang Shan saw him standing by the bed without saying a word, as if he would leave in a second.

And Ye Han did have such an impulse, because of the relationship between their mother and son, he felt uncomfortable standing here, as if every pore was resisting this environment, this atmosphere.

"Dad, look, it hurts..." Ye Fan pointed to his arm that received an IV drip. He was stabbed several times by nurses just now because he couldn't find a blood vessel. It turned blue and purple, and looked a little pitiful.

Ye Han glanced down, and his heart was also ups and downs.

"Listen to the doctor's advice, so you can get better soon." Ye Han finally spoke, although it sounded a little blunt, but he still paid attention to the child after all.

Yang Shan curled her lips, looked at the child again and said, "Did you hear that? Dad told you to be obedient."

Ye Fan nodded, and said obediently, "If Fan Fan doesn't cry, Fan Fan will be good."

Only then did Ye Han take two steps forward, and then sat down beside the bed.

Ye Fan's brows were crooked, and his small hand was still holding onto his palm. The tender palm was just like Ye Jue's. It was warm, and there was no strength to grasp it.

But this time, Yeyehan didn't pull out her palm immediately, and her eyes seemed to be softening gradually when she looked at the child.

Seeing this, Yang Shan was also happy in her heart, and said, "Your Highness, please stay with him, and I will fetch some water."

Ye Han nodded, his expression was still a little serious, but compared to before, he now seemed much more approachable.

"Father, I want to drink water." Ye Fan said again.

Yehan took the cup next to him and fed him water, still convincing himself in his heart: the child is innocent, and any matter should be resolved by their adults.

"Go to sleep for a while, and you'll be fine when you wake up." Ye Han said.

Ye Fan worried that he would leave, and said, "Dad, don't leave."

Yehan didn't plan to stay in the hospital for too long, he wanted to go back early, because there was someone in Mozhuang who he really wanted to protect was waiting for him.

"You are obedient." Ye Han said.

Ye Fan pursed his lips, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Ye Han asked, he didn't like boys who were too delicate, and he was also strict with Ye Jue on this point.

Ye Fan didn't want him to leave, so he clenched his little hands and cried, "Father, don't leave, Fanfan is afraid... woo woo woo..."

Yehan frowned slightly, and asked him, "What are you afraid of?"

Ye Fan cried and said, "Mom beat..."

Hearing this, Ye Han's eyes immediately sank, just at this time Yang Shan came out of the bathroom, and said, "Come on, let's wipe our face..." While speaking, she had already walked over with a washbasin.