Disabled Mr. Zhan is the Child’s Father, It Can’t Be Hidden Anymore!

Zhan Xiaoting thought that just now Mr. Zhan had inexplicably asked him to come to the wine cellar to get wine, and then Tang Weiwei came too, and the door was locked from the outside.

He immediately understood that the old man should have arranged all this.

Realizing this, he said calmly, "Wait, when the time comes, someone will naturally let us out."

"But you still have injuries on your arms!" Tang Weiwei frowned in distress.

"It's okay, I can't die!" Zhan Xiaoting said nonchalantly.

He didn't care, but Tang Weiwei couldn't do it.

She pulled Zhan Xiaoting to find a place to sit down, "Wait for me here for a while, and I'll go find a bottle of liquor to disinfect your wound and bandage it to avoid infection."

She remembered that when she was looking for An An, she seemed to have seen the wine rack holding liquor.

She relied on her memory to leave.

Suddenly, a slender, white hand with distinct joints clasped her wrist.

It's Zhan Xiaoting!

Under Tang Weiwei's puzzled gaze, Zhan Xiaoting said with a disgusted face, "I'll go with you. The wine cellar is very big. I don't want to drag my injured arm to find you all at once."

Tang Weiwei curled her lips, "I'm not a roadie..."

"Shut up!" Zhan Xiaoting interrupted her coldly, "Follow me!"

"Oh..." Tang Weiwei followed his pace obediently.

After walking for a while, Zhan Xiaoting suddenly stopped.

Tang Weiwei was lost in thought when she bumped into his back, causing her to take several steps back and almost fall down.

Fortunately, Zhan Xiaoting had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he turned his arms around her waist in time, pulling her into his arms, and their bodies were tightly attached to each other.

In the dark and quiet wine cellar, an ambiguous emotion was slowly growing.

Tang Weiwei was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and took a few steps back, widening the distance between the two people.

Zhan Xiaoting noticed her movements, and his deep eyes suddenly darkened for a moment, "You are so stupid, you can't even walk, what else are you going to do?"

Tang Weiwei touched her nose unconvinced and retorted in a low voice, "You didn't even say hello and suddenly stopped?"

After saying that, she noticed that Zhan Xiaoting's expression was not good, so she immediately changed the subject and asked, "Um, did you find the liquor?"

"No!" Zhan Xiaoting said.

When Tang Weiwei was about to ask why she should stop since there was nothing, he spoke again, "It's a little dark in front. If you're afraid, you can pull my clothes."

When Tang Weiwei heard this, she suddenly felt extremely complicated.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Xiaoting looked so cold, but he also had such a considerate and considerate side.

"Thank you!" She did not refuse his kindness and reached out to grab his clothes.

Zhan Xiaoting felt the weight of his clothes, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

It didn't take long for the two of them to find the wine rack where the liquor was placed.

Tang Weiwei randomly smoked a bottle with high alcohol content, first disinfected Zhan Xiaoting's wound, then took out a clean handkerchief from her pocket and bandaged the wound.

Immediately afterwards, the two people sat side by side with their backs against the wall, waiting for someone to come and let them out.

"Ah sneeze..."

Suddenly, Tang Weiwei sneezed, stretched out her hands and rubbed her arms, and said with some fear, "Young Master Zhan, do you feel that this wine cellar is so cold? There is a burst of gloomy air from time to time."

Zhan Xiaoting was speechless, "This is a wine cellar. In order to ensure the taste of the wine, the temperature will be relatively low. If you are cold, you can lean into my arms."

When Tang Weiwei heard this, she immediately said, "I don't...ah sneeze..."

Before he finished speaking, he sneezed again.

When Zhan Xiaoting saw this, his face darkened, and then...

"Come here..." He arrogantly ignored her struggles and pulled her into his arms.

Tang Weiwei stiffened when she thought that Zhan Xiaoting might be the man from five years ago. She frowned and said, "Young Master Zhan, I'm really not cold. Let me go first."

If it weren't for her hands, which were so cold that there was almost no warmth at all, maybe Zhan Xiaoting would have really believed her words about not being cold.

He also knew how stubborn the little woman in his arms was, so he said with a dark face, "You are not cold, I am cold. In order to save you, I shed so much blood, and now it is very cold!!" Tang Weiwei heard this and thought of the wound on his arm. He suddenly didn't dare to struggle any more, but instead tightened the wound a little closer, trying to keep him warm in this way.

Zhan Xiaoting was like a huge stove. He was so warm and comfortable that Tang Weiwei was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.

Soon, she fell asleep.

Zhan Xiaoting adjusted her sleeping position so that she could sleep more comfortably, and then he kept staring at her sleeping face, with deep affection in his eyes that even he didn't notice.

It wasn't until dinner time that Mr. Zhan personally took An An, opened the door of the wine cellar, and found two people.

"Xiao..." He was about to speak, but at this moment...

"Shh!"

Zhan Xiaoting made a silent gesture.

Only then did Mr. Zhan realize that Tang Weiwei was sleeping soundly on Zhan Xiaoting's body without any precautions.

Zhan Xiaoting ignored Mr. Zhan and An An, carefully picked up Tang Weiwei from the ground, walked out of the wine cellar, sent her back to the room, and placed her on the bed.

…

When Tang Weiwei woke up again, it was already the next day.

She opened her eyes and realized that she was lying on the bed, and An An was standing beside her bed, happy to see her awake.

"Mom, you finally woke up!"

This night, she slept so soundly that Tang Weiwei fell asleep. She thought about it for a long time before she remembered what happened before.

Aren't she and Zhan Xiaoting in the wine cellar?

Why are you on the bed in the room now?

She immediately asked An An, and then she realized that it was Zhan Xiaoting who carried her back to the room. Thinking of the injury on his arm, she immediately asked, "An An, where is Uncle Zhan?"

"He went to work in the company!" An An responded obediently, "He said you have been very tired recently and asked you to sleep a little longer so that no one would disturb you."

Tang Weiwei's mood was a little complicated.

She remembered that there were important things to do in a while, so she rubbed An An's head and said, "An An, mom has to leave for something later. You play with your great-grandpa and wait for mom to come back before taking you back to the hospital, okay?"

An An knew what her mother was going to do soon, so she held her hand and said pleadingly, "Mom, I know you are going to visit your brother, and I want to go with you."

Every year on his birthday, his mother would stay with him, and the next day he would visit his brother. He also wanted to go.

When Tang Weiwei mentioned her little son who had no breathing when he was born, she felt as if someone had dug a hole in her heart.

She touched An An's hair and said, "Let's go visit my brother again after An An's illness is cured."

An An was very disappointed when he heard this, and even had a rare temper.

Even so, Tang Weiwei did not let go.

The cemetery was too dark, and she didn't dare take the risk of taking An An there.

After she washed up and handed An An to Mr. Zhan, she left cruelly.

Today's weather is not very good, the whole sky is gray, which suits Tang Weiwei's mood very well.

She took a gift for her youngest son, went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers, and went to the cemetery.

"Kangkang, happy birthday, mom is here to see you..." Tang Weiwei put down the things and touched the tombstone heartbrokenly, "Mom also brought you a birthday gift, do you like it?"

"My brother also said he wanted to come see you, but his health is not good, and my mother didn't agree. She will take him after my brother's illness is cured."

Tang Weiwei talked a lot in front of the tombstone.

It wasn't until rain suddenly fell from the sky that she reluctantly said, "Kangkang, it's getting late today, so mommy will leave first. Mommy will come see you another day when she's free."

After saying that, she was ready to leave.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw a familiar figure not far away, that was—

An'an! !

He wore a small black suit and looked a little serious. With his cute little face, there was a contrasting cuteness.

But no matter how cute the contrast was, there was no way to eliminate the anger in Tang Weiwei's heart.

She quickly walked over, grabbed his arm, and said angrily, "Tang An'an, you have really grown up. Didn't your mother tell you that she will take you to see your brother after you recover? Who? Did you ask me to follow you here secretly?"

"Auntie, who are you? I don't know you!!"