With Jing Qiao by his side, Zhang Ziyu felt inexplicably relieved, and soon fell asleep. When he woke up, Jing Qiao had already left, and the needle in his hand had been pulled out. Zhang Ziyu rang the bell to call for the nurse.

"What about the gentleman from before?"

The nurse smiled and said: "Mr. Jing left at 07:30, and he will come over in the afternoon. The young master will be hospitalized for observation, and he will definitely not be able to go home today." For some reason, the nurse saw Zhang Ziyu's obedient behavior, and his eyes were a little bit The dazed look made her heart soft, and the tone of her speech was so gentle that it couldn't be more gentle.

After the nurse left, Aunt Su's breakfast was delivered, and she looked a little unhappy. Mr. Jing refused to let her come to the hospital. She was old and ran around with Zhang Ziyu. How could she survive, but at home, Su My aunt was also so worried that she couldn't sleep. As soon as the hospital called home, Aunt Su rushed to the hospital with the porridge that she had cooked.

Zhang Ziyu bowed his head to drink the porridge, while Aunt Su sat on the sidelines and sighed, almost wiping away tears.

"Young master has been ill twice during this time, how come the older you are, the more likely you are to get sick?" Aunt Su said to herself, feeling extremely distressed.

Zhang Ziyu said in a low voice: "I'm fine, don't worry."

When Aunt Su heard this, her head became dizzy, and she said, "Master, you are young, you get sick more often, and you take more medicine, your health will get worse and worse, and you will get sick more and more easily!"

Zhang Ziyu nodded: "You are right."

Aunt Su: "..."

Aunt Su walked forward, and Zhang Ziyu received a call from Zhang Haicheng.

"In the hospital?" Zhang Haicheng's voice was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion. Zhang Ziyu didn't know what he was calling for, but there must be nothing good.

Zhang Ziyu was wearing a hospital gown, sitting on the bed, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Haicheng coughed, paused for a while, and then said: "Your aunt is also in the hospital, do you want to come and have a look?"

Zhang Ziyu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

"How do you know I'm in the hospital?" Zhang Ziyu's voice was cold and deep.

Zhang Haicheng was a little annoyed by Zhang Ziyu's smile, but he thought that Zhang Ziyu and Jing Qiao seemed to have a good relationship now. Zhang Haicheng didn't want to completely freeze the relationship between father and son, and even wanted to repair it, so he said, "I asked Mr. Jing, and he said you in hospital."

"He didn't tell you what I was doing in the hospital?"

Zhang Haicheng was silent, he really didn't ask, but Jing Qiao didn't say anything, so he forgot to ask when he called Zhang Ziyu just now.

Zhang Ziyu lowered his head and held his mobile phone. He knew why Jing Qiao didn't tell Zhang Haicheng what he was doing in the hospital. Knowing that Zhang Haicheng would definitely not ask, Zhang Haicheng would directly call Zhang Ziyu and tell him why he came, and Zhang Ziyu would be even more disappointed with this father.

Zhang Ziyu is simple, but not stupid.

For a long time, when Zhang Haicheng was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Ziyu said coldly: "Which floor is she on, let me come and see her."

Let a sick son in a hospital gown visit his pregnant stepmother?Zhang Ziyu thought it was funny.

After closing the door, Zhang Ziyu greeted the nurse and went to the obstetrics and gynecology department on the sixth floor.

The obstetrics and gynecology department occupied an entire floor. Zhang Ziyu took the elevator downstairs, asked at the nurse station, and found Chen Huansha's ward. Zhang Haicheng arranged for her a VIP ward, although it was not as good as the VIP that Jingqiao's parents had used for a long time. The ward, but compared to the ordinary ward with one bedroom and four beds, it is still much better.

When Zhang Ziyu entered, Chen Huansha was leaning against the bed and playing with her mobile phone, while Zhang Haicheng was sitting beside her, peeling apples for her.

Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was stirred up into a storm.

When Ge Ting used to be free, she often told Zhang Ziyu that when she and Zhang Haicheng were in a relationship, they were very innocent during the relationship, because there was no interest involved, and they had never seen each other red-faced, it was not good. Of course, there is only money left.

But Ge Ting never told Zhang Ziyu that Zhang Haicheng was not good. Zhang Ziyu discovered all of that.

What would my mother think if she saw this scene in front of her?

Probably just smiled coldly, then nodded and left.

Zhang Ziyu is quite like Ge Ting in this. He saw the warm atmosphere between Chen Huansha and Zhang Haicheng before, so he just smiled, concealed the indifference in his eyes, walked to the bed, looked at Zhang Haicheng, and said softly: "Auntie Chen, why don't you?" gone?"

I don't know when Zhang Ziyu will tell some lies.

Zhang Haicheng looked at Zhang Ziyu wearing the hospital gown, and asked in puzzlement, "You...what's wrong with you? You...you're not in the hospital..."

Zhang Haicheng's words stopped abruptly, he was probably confused, why didn't he ask Zhang Ziyu if he was sick in the hospital, and just let him come to visit Chen Huansha directly, Jing Qiao must have done it on purpose, Zhang Haicheng gritted his teeth, hated and helpless , I had to say in embarrassment: "Why don't you say anything when you're sick?"

Zhang Ziyu said casually, "I thought you knew."

Zhang Haicheng looked at Zhang Ziyu and frowned, and felt that he didn't know this son, but in just a few months, Zhang Ziyu was different from before, his whole body, the way he spoke, gave Zhang Haicheng the feeling, just, very much like Jingqiao .

Although it was not as oppressive as Jing Qiao's, but many expressions were exactly the same as Jing Qiao's.

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