The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter 12

Wen Yu didn't know how long he had been sitting on the floor of the small room, his limbs were cold and stiff from the cold.

There is no heating in Cloud City.

He never knew that the winter night in Yuncheng would be so cold, all kinds of memories went back and forth in his mind, and at the end it was blank, he tried to stand up while leaning on the corner of the table, but because he was frozen stiff, he fell back down heavily.Wen Yu's face was pale, but he didn't seem to feel the pain or cold, stiffly supporting the floor, wearing slippers, staggering and rushing out.

The happy family in his memory has been broken, and he rushed out in a daze. Wen Yu stood in the night and turned his head blankly. The neighborhood behind him was pitch black, and he couldn't tell where his home was.

Blinking eyes, fighting back tears.

Wen Yu took a taxi and sat numbly in the car.

The driver saw the boy in thin pajamas through the rear mirror, thought it was a quarrel with his family, and wanted to persuade him to go home, but for some reason, he couldn't say it out. The sadness in this boy was too heavy.

"Where to go?"

where to goWhere else can he go now?Wen Yu's reaction was a bit slow, and he didn't know what to say. His mind was numb and his stomach was burning, but his body and spirit seemed to be separated.

"Here we are, kid." The driver parked the car at the door, saw the kid behind him silent, and repeated it again. For some reason, seeing the kid's dazed expression, he felt pitiful, and couldn't help but say, "What kind of hardship can be overcome with just a fight. everything will be fine."

Only then did Wen Yu come to his senses, and murmured: "Are you there?" He didn't even know where he was going.

Looking out through the window, the bright revolving door, and the word next to it - Yunding Hotel.

Uncle Zhao.

These three words seem to carry warmth, directly entering the bottom of my heart, dispelling the coldness of the limbs.Wen Yu touched his clothes with his hands, and said in a low voice: "I didn't bring any money." He looked at the driver, "Master, can you lend me your phone?"

The driver originally thought about not wanting the money, but then he thought again, it would be better to wait for someone to pick up the boy, don't get out of the car in a daze and something happened, so he unlocked the phone and handed it over.

Wen Yu thanked him, held the mobile phone in his hand, puffed up, and dialed Uncle Zhao's particularly memorable number.

"Which one."

With the familiar indifferent and commanding tone, Wen Yu held the phone with his throat sore, and said in a low voice: "I—" Just one word made his voice sour.

"Wen Yu? What happened?"

You can tell it's him with just one word.The warmth gradually grew stronger, Wen Yu lowered his eyelids, "I'm at the entrance of the hotel, I don't have any money with me."

"wait for me."

With just two cold words, the phone was disconnected.Wen Yu returned the phone to the driver, and shifted his gaze to the hotel entrance. After a minute or so, he saw a familiar figure. Wen Yu couldn't take it anymore, opened the door and rushed into Uncle Zhao's generous arms without thinking. middle.

The grievances, pain, struggles, and inferiority of the night, all kinds of emotions exploded in front of Zhao Zheng, crying and choking, out of breath, crying sadly without saying anything.

Zhao Zheng hugged Wen Yu tightly, his cold face moved. At this moment, he asked himself for a second whether it would be okay to uncover Wen Yu's scars like this, but soon he became cold again, and he touched Wen Yu's head with his big hands, letting go You Wenyu buried him in his chest and wept.

After beckoning, the doorman standing guard at the door came, Zhao Zheng took out the money and handed it over, signaling the doorman to pay for the taxi.

The doorman took the change, and when he turned around, he saw a black figure hugging the crying and aggrieved boy from behind.

Zhao Zheng put the person on the bed and reached out to touch Wen Yu's cold feet. The child came out wearing only a pair of slippers. Wen Yu shrank his feet, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, Zhao Zheng smiled, " Now I know I'm sorry, who was holding me at the door and crying sadly?"

There was a gloomy flash in Wen Yu's eyes, Zhao Zheng pulled the quilt to wrap the person, and he sat beside him, hugging the person and the quilt tightly in his arms, and said in a cold voice: "There is nothing in this world that needs you to be sad, everything is there. I."

Zhao Zheng patted Wen Yu's back and put him on the bed, "Go to sleep."

Wen Yu was exhausted, but couldn't sleep. Seeing that Zhao Zheng was about to leave, he held Zhao Zheng's hand tightly.

"I won't leave you behind." Zhao Zheng whispered.Watching Wen Yu fall asleep, the child is now timid and squeamish - thinking of this, his eyes turned slightly cold, thinking that this is how the couple raised Wen Yu.

Within half an hour, Zhao Zheng realized that something was wrong. Wen Yu was hot all over, and he was talking in a daze, listening carefully not to leave him, he will be obedient, he is not a monster.

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly, reached out to hug Wen Yu, and the two disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.

At [-]:[-] in Beijing, the smog shrouded and the cold wind howled.

In the dean's room of Ren'ai Hospital, Lu Feng had just finished an operation. He didn't sleep all night, took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. In fact, since his internal strength slowly awakened, his short-sightedness has healed, but he is used to wearing glasses .

Looking at the time, Lu Feng thought that his lover would still be asleep, so he didn't plan to make a phone call. He took his coat and went out, planning in his heart to make breakfast for Huating and Huahua when he went back.

Suddenly there was another person in the empty office, and the man was holding a boy with a red face in his arms.

Lu Feng was startled by the sudden appearance of the person, and when he saw the person clearly, he put down the coat in his hand.Zhao Zhengxian said, "He has a cold."

"Let me take a look." Lu Feng glanced at the person, and his face became serious, "The fever is very serious, go out first, I will arrange a checkup in the ward."

After everything was arranged properly, Wen Yu was lying on the hospital bed, receiving an IV.

Lu Feng and Zhao Zheng were in the living room outside. Zhao Zheng could look at Wen Yu on the bed through the glass window. Lu Feng saw him next to him. He looked over and said, "That's him? Did you find it?"

"Hmm." Zhao Zheng said coldly.

Lu Feng had gone abroad for an exchange before and just came back, so he didn't know that Wen Yu had also been to the hospital before.He looked at Zhao Zheng and said, "Congratulations, but he has some gastritis, and he should try to eat lightly in the future, eat more and less, and the child's immunity is low, so pay more attention to changing seasons and temperatures in the future." He hesitated, Zhao Zheng looked Locked on Wen Yu's body, he said lightly, "Let's talk."

"Do you know his body?" Lu Feng said tactfully.

Zhao Zheng nodded, and Lu Feng felt relieved, and said, "My wife is the same, so please take care of him."

"I know."

Seeing this, Lu Feng didn't speak anymore, turned around and closed the door of the ward, and saw Zhao Zheng standing in front of the window, he couldn't help being surprised, he didn't expect such a ruthless person to value a person so much, but also, who let Wen Yu be... …

When Wen Yu woke up, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable, his throat was burning and hurt, and he saw an unfamiliar environment. After reacting for a while, he remembered what happened last night. He went to find Uncle Zhao.

Is this a hotel?

"woke up."

Wen Yu turned his head to follow the familiar voice, saw that it was Uncle Zhao, heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a dry voice, "Uncle, where are we?"

"Hospital." Zhao Zheng held the water glass and passed it over. Wen Yu took two sips, his throat moistened a lot, and he thanked him in a low voice.

Zhao Zhengdang didn't see it, and the room was silent for a while.

Not long after the door opened, the housekeeper came in with a thermos, bowed to Zhao Zheng first, and then said, "Master, I made a pot of porridge, please drink some first."

"I don't have an appetite—" Wen Yu hadn't finished speaking when he heard Uncle Zhao say coldly, "Drink it yourself, or I'll pour it for you."

Wen Yu's eyes were sore when he heard that, the housekeeper was in a hurry, and wanted to persuade the master that the young master was ill, how could he say that, so he heard the young master stammered and said, "I'll drink."

"Okay, okay." The housekeeper quickly poured out the porridge. Seeing that the bowl was [-]% full, Zhao Zheng blocked it and said, "Give it to me."

The housekeeper carefully handed over the bowl, his eyes widened. Seeing that the master was holding the bowl and the spoon to feed the porridge with his own hands, he immediately had an expression of 'Oh my God' on his face, but neither of them paid attention to him.

Zhao Zheng obviously couldn't take care of others. The porridge was hot, and after scooping up a spoon, he handed it to Wen Yu's mouth. Wen Yu was so hot that he licked his lips.

"Hot?"

"Ah."

Wen Yu's expression was gloomy, and he was fed and ate.Seeing this, Zhao Zheng handed the bowl to the butler after feeding, and said coldly, "You go down first."

There were only two people left in the room. Zhao Zheng stared at Wen Yu, who was silent and lifeless, and suddenly stood up with an ugly expression, but after a while he resigned himself to sitting by the bed, hugging Wen Yu who was stunned. Yu fell into his arms.

The voice was low and firm.

"I am your home and I will never give up on you."

Wen Yu grabbed Zhao Zheng's lapel, but there was no sound, but tears had already come out, and he was crying in a low voice, like an abandoned little beast.

"I don't have a home anymore, everyone doesn't want me, I don't have a home anymore..."

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, but just patted Wen Yu's back. From being unfamiliar to now proficient, his chest and clothes were already wet, and even his heart was aching slightly. He had never felt this way before.

Crying silently is worrying.

Until Wen Yu fell asleep, there were still tears on his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and his mouth was dry and cracked. But one day, Wen Yu was tortured into this state, which was completely the collapse of his long-standing belief.

He is physically handicapped, and his self-confidence and optimism all come from the warmth of his family. In order to be worthy of his parents who love and care for him, he must be strong and not feel sorry for himself because of this.

Parents love him.

But I didn't expect all of this to be fake.

His parents who cared about him in the past, commented on him as being neither male nor female, and hated each other and blamed each other. He was like a piece of garbage, and everyone hated him.

Even in a dream, Wen Yu's brows were furrowed.

Zhao Zhengju looked condescendingly at Wen Yu on the bed, and with a wave of his hand, Wen Yu on the bed and him disappeared from the ward in an instant, and in the blink of an eye they had already arrived in the bedroom of the villa.

"I'm home, baby, go to sleep." Zhao Zheng stroked Wen Yu's frowning brows and said in a low voice.

The brows that were originally locked slowly relaxed as if they heard An Xin's words.

Got home.

The author has something to say:

Well, Wen Yu has only one home now.

sweet pet later

good night