I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

Just because Xi Weiqiang treats Li Tinglan badly, he cannot follow the example of Xi Weiqiang back then and ignore him now.

"..."

Li Zhiyou's heart was in chaos, as if there were countless webs woven by many spiders, and he could not clear the one thread that only belonged to him.

"I heard from Uncle Lin... When your mother was alive, she did not accuse your father.

The relationship between husband and wife cannot be measured by who pays more and who pays less.

We can only say who loves whom more and who loves whom less.

Maybe your mother loves your father more than your father loves her.

If your mother was still alive, she definitely wouldn't want you and your son to be in such trouble because of her death. "

Shi Qin's hand always covered Li Zhiyou's head, and his warm palm caressed his head.

For Li Zhiyou, it felt like his mother was still alive. My mother used to like to comfort him like this.

"..."

"We are really taking our children away now. Your father will suddenly pass away in a few days. Do you dare to say... you really won't regret it?"

"..."

He didn't know, he just hated his father so much.

But when he thought that his father deliberately sent Amo to him, and that he could realize his dream in the entertainment industry, it still relied on him, and he was very conflicted.

"You've been sitting here all morning and haven't eaten in the morning. Let's go downstairs and have something to eat.

As for..." Shi Qin glanced at the documents on the bedside table. "Let's talk about other things. "

Li Zhiyou was pulled up from the chair by Shi Qin. She took his arm and walked out of the bedroom with him.

When Qin reached out to close the door, she suddenly found the old man lying on the bed moving his hands.

"He woke up..."

Shi Qin exclaimed and quickly returned to the bed.

Li Zhiyou followed Shi Qin closely.

Xi Weiqiang slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and Li Zhiyou's face was blurred in his field of vision.

He felt so tired that he opened his eyes and then closed them, then closed them and then opened them with difficulty.

After a while, he finally saw clearly that the man standing next to the bed was the precious son he longed for.

"Uh...well..."

Xi Wei forcefully tugged at the corner of his mouth, wanting to open his mouth and speak. But his mouth suddenly became crooked, and he still couldn't close it. The words that came out were only chaotic wind.

This is the state after cerebral congestion and stroke.

"Well..." He tried his best to raise his hand and took it out from under the quilt.

The five fingers look very stiff, and I can't clench my fist tightly, nor can I straighten it anymore.

With trembling hands, he repeatedly approached Li Zhiyou. But his strength was limited and he couldn't pull the corner of Li Zhiyou's clothes, so he fell heavily on the quilt.

Shi Qin looked at Xi Weiqiang who had become like this, and then looked at Li Zhiyou who didn't want to get close to Xi Weiqiang. She felt very sorry for the father and son.

"I'm going to call and ask the doctor to come and take a look." Shi Qin turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

In the huge bedroom, for a while, only Xi Weiqiang and Li Zhiyou were left.

Li Zhiyou still stood there, silently looking at the old man lying on the bed.

He has been lying in bed for nearly two months from New Year's Eve to now.

Even though he was asleep, he was still the same every day. While sleeping, my hair turns grayer every day.

He is obviously not even sixty years old, but he looks as if he is older than an eighty-year-old man.

"Uh... son..."

Xi Weiqiang murmured in pain, with tears of regret in his eyes that had experienced the vicissitudes of time.

Li Zhiyou really hated him and had a lot of complaints and wanted to say it to his face.

But at this moment, all the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

He leaned down slightly, grabbed the quilt on Xi Weiqiang's body, and tried to cover his hands with him.

But two of his fingers were suddenly grabbed by Xi Weiqiang.

No one knew how much strength he exerted to finally hold his son's hand. But he could only hold two of the fingers.

He wanted to use a little more force, but his fingers were not up to par and could only hold it to that extent. Fortunately, he didn't feel Li Zhiyou's resistance. As long as he didn't let go of his hand, the man could keep holding him like this.

"To... uh..." Xi Weiqiang tugged at the corner of his mouth, leaning his head on the pillow. So much so that his eyes could only squint at Li Zhiyou's face.

"You just woke up and need to rest." Li Zhiyou raised his other hand and tried to put Xi Weiqiang's hand into the quilt.

"Well..." Xi Weiqiang wailed in pain, his voice sounding urgent.

Li Zhiyou understood that he didn't want to let go of his hand.

"Let's wait until you feel better."

Li Zhiyou's cruelty still stayed in his heart. She never spoke out against him as coldly as before.

"Son... dad... wrong..." Xi Weiqiang's index finger dug at the back of Li Zhiyou's hand. His current strength is very weak, and it can't hurt him at all. He can only feel the back of Li Zhiyou's hand. "wrong."

He murmured intermittently, and after a lot of effort, he finally said what he wanted to say word by word.

These four short words echoed in Li Zhiyou's ears for a long time. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart on the left side of his chest throbbed violently.

Xi Weiqiang shook his head in discomfort. In fact, he wanted to nod to Li Zhiyou to indicate that he was telling the truth.

He grinned and wanted to open his mouth to speak again, but it was too uncomfortable.

There were faint tears in those self-blaming eyes. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and fell down in an instant.

"..." Li Zhiyou bit his back molar.

He has been waiting for this for many years. He has been waiting for Xi Weiqiang's apology since his mother first became ill.

Not to apologize to him, but to his mother.

"I...right..." Xi Weiqiang shook his other hand, and that hand had no strength to get close to Li Zhiyou.

Shiqin came with the doctor outside the door. When she heard Xi Weiqiang's voice, she immediately pulled the doctor out of the bedroom.

There is someone else between them, father and son, maybe no matter who is between them, they don't have the courage to say true words to each other.

The doctor glanced at Shi Qin, roughly understood what she meant, and went to wait in the corridor outside.

"Right... no... get up..." Xi Weiqiang murmured painfully, and the tears in the corners of his eyes fell on the white pillow, which had already wet a large area. "Get up...you...mother..."

With the words "I'm sorry for your mother", Li Zhiyou broke his guard in an instant.

He tilted his head and gritted his teeth hard. The tears gathered in those red eyes suddenly burst out like a flood.