After being dumped by his son and his father

Wen Ziheng, who was sorting his things with his head down, was stunned for a while when he heard this, before he looked up at Qi Chengche who was standing at the bedroom door and looking at him.

"I didn't understand what you meant." Wen Ziheng said.

"It means literally." Seeing Wen Ziheng's confused look, Qi Chengche suddenly sighed, walked slowly to the bed next to Wen Ziheng and sat down, "Ms. Wei has a special status, she caused trouble when she came to our hospital. It's a small movement, but she doesn't know about it, I heard that she wanted to do a paternity test for Wei Qing and a child, but she regretted it later, and the matter was over."

Wen Ziheng asked: "When did it happen?"

Qi Chengche thought for a while and replied: "It was a working day last week."

After sitting for less than two hours, Qi Chengche received six or seven urging calls from the hospital. Wen Ziheng couldn't stand it and simply drove Qi Chengche away. If something happens, you must call him in time.

"Yes, yes, my lord, please remember your words." Wen Ziheng responded while sending Qi Chengche into the elevator.

As a result, not long after Qi Chengche left, Wei Qing knocked on the door. Wen Ziheng thought he was just coming in to check on the situation. Unexpectedly, this guy asked the secretary to bring over the laptop and documents, and sat down at the dining table to start. Process work.

Wen Ziheng was speechless: "Can't you go directly to the company?"

Wei Qing looked up at Wen Ziheng in his busy schedule, curled his lips and said with a smile: "I'm here to take care of you and the child conveniently."

"We don't need your care." Wen Ziheng said, "There are so many things happening in the company recently, why don't you go to the company to sit in the office? Let's go, I'll go to the company to sign a leave note."

After Wen Ziheng finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but in the next second he suddenly felt that someone was pulling his wrist, and before he could react, that hand pulled Wen Ziheng away with a little force.

Caught off guard, Wen Ziheng didn't even have a chance to struggle. After a burst of dizziness, he was already sitting on Wei Qing's lap. He wanted to get up, but Wei Qing's hands were tightly bound around his waist.

Wen Ziheng was ashamed and annoyed: "What are you doing? Don't make trouble."

"What's wrong with me?" Wei Qing pressed his chest against Wen Ziheng's back, put his chin on his shoulder and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "Your boss is here, why bother to go so far to the company to ask for leave? As long as you Open your mouth and tell me, whenever you don’t want to go to work in the future, just don’t go.”

Wen Ziheng's face was full of black lines: "Do you know what you look like now?"

Wei Qing looked at Wen Ziheng's white and round earlobes from behind, couldn't hold back his throbbing heart, and leaned forward to take a bite, which caused the person in his arms to tremble, and asked with a light smile, "What does it look like?"

"A mediocre and inactive gentleman." Originally, Wen Ziheng wanted to say that his behavior was like a fool who was obsessed with beauty and did not go to court, but after thinking about it, he seemed to be narcissistically describing himself as a beauty, so the words came to his mouth Bian abruptly changed his sentence, "If I were the Wei family, I would directly knock your dog's head off."

Speaking of Wen Ziheng's escape from Wei Qing's arms, this time Wei Qing didn't restrain him any more, half-closed his eyes and smiled as he watched Wen Ziheng's face whose blush spread to his ears as if nothing had happened.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." Wei Qing said.

Wen Ziheng ignored Wei Qing, turned around and entered the bedroom.

Wen Xi, who had an injection last night, was still unable to take a bath. Wen Ziheng took him to the bathroom and wiped his son's body with a wet towel. After he finished taking a bath, he suddenly felt a deep sense of tiredness.

The night I spent in the hospital yesterday was not very good. I couldn’t sleep well no matter lying in front of the hospital bed or lying on my side on the sofa. Wen Ziheng didn’t understand why Wei Qing looked energetic after staying up all night, but he looked like The whole person will be hollowed out.

He took Wen Xi to sleep all day, and when Wen Ziheng woke up smelling the aroma of food, the time had skipped noon and jumped directly to eight o'clock in the evening.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was a plate of bright red. If I looked closely, I could find that it was sprinkled with red peppers and onions. It was the aroma from this plate that almost filled the entire bedroom.

Then Wei Qing poked out half of his face from behind, and he stared at the bewildered Wen Ziheng with piercing eyes. There was a little complacency in his expression, which made Wen Ziheng suddenly think of the big dog who picked up the Frisbee and ran to the owner to claim credit. .

"Are you awake? Let's eat something." Wei Qing said enthusiastically, "Look at the crayfish I made."

Wen Ziheng: "..."

Wei Qing asked again: "Do you want to try it?"

Wen Ziheng waved his hands with a headache: "Can you go out first? The bedroom is full of smells, and I can't sleep at night."

"I see you are sleeping so soundly, I really can't bear to wake you up." Wei Qing got up with the plate of fiery red crayfish.

Only then did Wen Ziheng see clearly that he was half squatting on the ground just now, and he didn't know how long he had been squatting. After seeing this scene, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt a little distressed. Wei Qing used to be a person who cherished time very much. No matter how much he and Wen Ziheng fell in love, they would not waste time on such meaningless things.

Wen Xi next to him seemed to be awakened by the voices of Wen Ziheng and Wei Qing, rubbed his eyes and sat up, and after a while, he moaned and wanted to climb on top of his father.

"Good boy." Wen Ziheng hugged Wen Xi in his arms, looked up and saw Wei Qing quietly preparing to leave.

"Wei Qing." Wen Ziheng couldn't help shouting.

Wei Qing turned around, smiled at Wen Ziheng with the corners of her lips pulled, and said, "Clean up first, I'll wait for you in the dining room."

Although Wei Qing didn't show it clearly, Wen Ziheng was still sensitive to his sudden depression.

Recalling what Qi Chengche said, at this moment Wen Ziheng suddenly felt an impulse—then tell him, tell him about his son's life experience, the future road is full of too many uncertain factors, it is better to tell him as soon as possible. Wei Qing confessed.

Before Wen Ziheng could think it over clearly, Wei Qing had already opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Wen Ziheng opened all the doors and windows of the bedroom to diffuse the smell, and asked Wen Xi to go to the bathroom to wash his face. When he walked to the dining room, he happened to see Wei Qing sitting alone at the dining table, leaning back, arms crossed, staring blankly at the table. The sumptuous dishes, his expressionless face could not tell what he was thinking at the moment.

Maybe Wei Qing was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Wen Ziheng came to him. It wasn't until Wen Ziheng pulled out the chair and sat down that Wei Qing was awakened suddenly by the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the wooden floor.

Wen Ziheng sat across from Wei Qing with a solemn expression. Seeing that the other party was smiling at him and wanted to say something, Wen Ziheng sighed and cut the conversation: "Wei Qing, I have something I want to tell you."

Wei Qing put on plastic gloves to peel the crayfish, and hummed indifferently: "Go ahead."

Wen Ziheng silently looked down at Wei Qing skillfully peeled the lobster, and put the lobster meat on his and Wenxi's dinner plates, then took a breath and said, "Your mother took samples from you and Xiaoxi to the hospital. Do paternity test, do you know about this?"

Hearing that Wei Qing's movements stopped for a moment, she raised her head to look at the expressionless Wen Ziheng, frowning slightly: "I don't know."

"She suspects that Xiaoxi is your child." Wen Ziheng said, "I understand her, after all, Xiaoxi does look a lot like you."

Wei Qing smiled helplessly, took off the oil-stained plastic gloves, and explained nervously and cautiously: "My mother just likes to think wildly at home, and I didn't expect her to do that. I'm sorry, I will take care of her when I go back. She talked about..."

Wen Ziheng said: "Actually, your mother did not suspect wrong, Xiaoxi is your child."

"..."

Wei Qing's voice, who was still talking, stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled his throat. He stared at Wen Ziheng with a face full of shock, suspicion, surprise, disbelief and other emotions flashed from his expression. .

If the person who said this was not Wen Ziheng, Wei Qing would definitely not take such nonsensical words seriously.

But he knows Wen Ziheng well, he knows that Wen Ziheng is not a person who likes to joke, especially when he jokes about Wen Xi's life experience.

Wei Qing even thought that she was hallucinating.

"You..." Wei Qing's sluggish brain was like an old machine that was in disrepair and couldn't work. He said hoarsely, "You said Xiaoxi is my son?"

"Yes." Wen Ziheng was very calm, "But it wasn't some woman who gave birth to Xiaoxi for you. He came out of my stomach. Back then, Qi Chengche helped open my stomach and took him out."

This past story came out of Wen Ziheng's mouth, no matter how it sounds, it is a very shocking story. Wen Ziheng briefly explained everything he experienced after breaking up with Wei Qing in a few words, calmly as if he was not the story's story The protagonist is just an outsider who tells the story.

To be honest, Wen Ziheng imagined Wei Qing's reaction before, he guessed that Wei Qing would question, disbelieve or get emotional, but he didn't expect Wei Qing to be so calm.

After listening to what he said, Wei Qing sat quietly like a chicken for a long time, until Wen Xi, who came over after washing his face, walked to the chair, Wei Qing silently hugged Wen Xi to the chair beside him, and then He put on his gloves and continued to peel Wenxi's crayfish.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

Wen Xi seemed to be aware that Wen Ziheng's condition was not very good, so he stopped moving after eating two crayfish meat, and stared at Wen Ziheng intently with his round eyes open.

Wen Ziheng smiled, and put the peeled crayfish meat on his plate into Wen Xi's dinner plate: "Father is fine, let's eat."

Wen Xi began to lower his head to eat again.

I don't know how long it took before Wen Ziheng realized Wei Qing's abnormality. He buried his head and hands to peel the crayfish nimbly, but there were big drops of tears falling like beads with broken threads. On the tablecloth.

Wen Ziheng seldom saw Wei Qing cry, and this moment of emotional breakdown like this was the first time he had seen him in so many years.

"Wei Qing..." Wen Ziheng stood up slightly, reached out and stroked Wei Qing's black hair, just like he usually comforted his son, "It's been a long time."