After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

Song Wenzhi, Tan Zihao, including Zhang Yu, the last thing they wanted to happen still happened.

At night, while Tan Zihao was sleeping, Bai Xingyu got out of bed and leaned on the wall with a cane, secretly took his mobile phone from the door of the cubicle, and quietly went to the bathroom in the ward to make a call.

Papa Bai's phone showed that it was off, so Bai Xingyu could only call Papa Tan's number.Tan Zihao's abnormal behavior these days made Bai Xingyu uneasy.

Father Tan's call was finally connected after a busy tone, and after knowing that the caller was Bai Xingyu, the mentally stressed Father Tan couldn't bear to lie to him anymore, and told Bai Xing the news of Father Bai's death very carefully. rain.

With a loud "dong", Tan Zihao suddenly woke up from his dream.

He came out of the cubicle in the single ward. In the dark room, there was no one on the bed, only a bright yellow light leaked from the bathroom.

"Little rain!" Tan Zihao rushed into the bathroom, and the toiletries in it were scattered all over the floor.Bai Xingyu curled up like a shrimp and collapsed by the toilet, passed out without moving.

When Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu rushed to the hospital, there was a circle of people around the door of Bai Xingyu's single ward.

"Please let me go, let me go." The two of them were like dumplings in a pot. They only saw a bunch of people's heads looking inside, and it was no big deal for them all to watch the excitement.

Song Wenzhi finally got into the ward half of his body, and suddenly a white shadow "whoosh" slammed towards him.

Zhang Yu quickly pulled Song Wenzhi out, and a silver thermos bottle exploded on the wall next to the door. The loud sound and splashing of hot water made everyone gasp.

Accompanied by a heart-piercing cry: "You go!" The crowd finally dispersed like birds and beasts.

In the ward, Bai Xingyu grabbed the thermos bottle at hand and threw it at Tan Zihao, rubbing his head and flying to the wall behind him and exploded.

In the final analysis, Bai Xingyu had his foundation, so he didn't use all his strength this time.Although his body is weak, his explosive power under grief is still astonishing.

Tan Zihao was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands shook like Parkinson's.He knew that if he stood a little bit off just now, what burst out would not be hot water, but his brains...

"Xiao Yu, listen to my explanation..." Tan Zihao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his heart beat like a drum.Even though he was almost headshot, he didn't want to leave, but he tried his best to appease Bai Xingyu's emotions.

"Go! I don't want to see you!" Bai Xingyu shouted with tears in his voice.

The normally soft-spoken boy now has red eyes and disheveled hair.Sitting precariously on the hospital bed, her pale complexion clenched her teeth.

After Bai Xingyu learned that Papa Bai was gone, he became overly emotional and passed out.When he woke up and saw Tan Zihao, he started to cry. Tan Zihao didn't listen to anything he said, and he couldn't even see him.

"Xiao Yu, don't be like this." Tan Zihao's heart was extremely flustered, he saw Bai Xingyu's heartbroken expression, his guts turned green with regret.

If only he wasn't so stubborn.If he had listened to Bai Xingyu's words and returned home, perhaps his father would have told him about the fake marriage with Bai's father.

Bai Xingyu would not suffer from such serious sequelae of BO transformation, let alone suffer such serious injuries.

Song Wenzhi finally couldn't stand it anymore, he stood at the door and waved quietly to Tan Zihao, signaling him to come out quickly.

It's all because of him that Xiaoyu is doing this, so what's the point of making people sad by sticking around like this?

Tan Zihao struggled for a while, and when Song Wenzhi's hand was about to cramp, he finally looked at Bai Xingyu hesitantly, and then walked out with his head down.

The three of them stood facing each other in the corridor, and passers-by would pass by them from time to time, turning their heads like a camera to watch the three performing pantomime.

"I..." Tan Zihao was silent for a long while, unable to hold back a word.

"Okay, don't talk about it." When the matter developed to this point, Song Wenzhi was also trying to figure out a way. He didn't need Tan Zihao to say more, he just let out a sigh of relief: "Zhang Yu told me everything."

"What should I do now..." Tan Zihao was frantic, like a bald peacock.

He didn't ask Bai Xingyu to forgive him, at least not now.But Tan Zihao had never seen Bai Xingyu look so desperate, he was afraid that Bai Xingyu would push him away.

"Let me go in and have a look first." Standing still, Song Wenzhi couldn't think of a way out. Worried that Bai Xingyu would do something stupid because of his emotions, he passed the confused Tan Zihao and pushed the door open.

Tan Zihao followed behind, turned around and one of them followed: "You wait outside." Song Wenzhi said.Tan Zihao had no choice but to withdraw his feet resentfully.

Song Wenzhi closed the door, and the broken thermos bottle was lying alone in the doorway, and the already cool hot water was sprinkled on the ground, like the tears of white stars raining on the cheeks.

"Xiao Yu, the dead are gone, the living are the most important." Song Wenzhi lowered his volume as much as possible, and approached Bai Xingyu step by step.

Bai's father is Bai Xingyu's only relative. When a relative dies, the person who loves him suffers the most. Bai Xingyu's body is already weak. If he is tortured psychologically, he doesn't know what kind of illness he will suffer.

Bai Xingyu lowered his head, Song Wenzhi couldn't see his face clearly, and walked slowly to the head of the bed, only to see Bai Xingyu clutching the bed sheet with his green hands, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"So, am I the last to know?"

"We're just afraid that you won't be able to bear it, so..." That's why we hid the death of Papa Bai from the truth.

Song Wenzhi answered Bai Xingyu's question carefully, for fear that he would collapse suddenly.Bai Xingyu is now like a balloon filled with water, which will burst into pieces anytime, anywhere.

Bai Xingyu's thin shoulders trembled violently, and Song Wenzhi saw the liquid drop little by little on the white sheet next to his hand, and it quickly smudged.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door of the ward, and the doctors and nurses in charge of Bai Xingyu rushed over after hearing the news, lingered at the door for a few seconds, then pushed the door open, saying that they came to see Bai Xingyu's situation.

Behind a group of buildings in white clothes, Tan Zihao looked inside along the opened side, and pulled one of the attending doctors over, wanting to explain to him Bai Xingyu's current condition.

The sound was not loud, but enough for Bai Xingyu to hear.

He raised his head, his eyes were scarlet and fragile, without a trace of luster.Bai Xingyu's only concern was gone, and even his heart died along with it.

No one saw Bai Xingyu's movements clearly, but saw a pillow lying limp under Tan Zihao's feet, interrupting his conversation with the doctor.

Everyone in the room looked at the hospital bed in unison, Bai Xingyu covered his ears with his hands, and shouted hysterically: "I don't care about you! You go!"

"I don't want to see you...it's all because of you, you returned my father, woo woo woo!"

The doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed Bai Xingyu back to the hospital bed, only to hear him cry again to tell Tan Zihao to leave, he broke free from the doctor's restraint with a wave of his hands, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"My father is dead, I don't owe you any more..."

In a hurry, he carried Bai Xingyu back to the bed. Tan Zihao's words made Tan Zihao stay put until Song Wenzhi pushed and pulled him out of the ward before Bai Xingyu regained his composure.

For the past few days, Bai Xingyu has been on the verge of a nervous breakdown, which almost cost him half his life.

The doctor said there were signs of mild depression and could not be stimulated anymore.

Bai Xingyu doesn't want to see Tan Zihao now, but Tan Zihao just wants to explain to him.

Until one time, Bai Xingyu was cornered by him, and he directly cut a big gash on his arm with a fruit knife. The wound was deep and long, with blood like a column.It took eight stitches to bind up the hideous scar.

From then on, Tan Zihao never appeared in front of Bai Xingyu again, but Song Wenzhi knew that he was guarding outside the ward every day, sometimes sneaking a peek through the door glass while Bai Xingyu was asleep, which was extremely humble.

Seeing Tan Zihao like this, does he look like he was indifferent to Bai Xingyu back then?Every time he thinks of this, Song Wenzhi can't help but shake his head, why bother if he knew this before?

That night, Song Wenzhi came to see Bai Xingyu. He helped Zhang Yu and made a pot of angelica chicken soup together.I packed it in an insulated lunch box and brought it, planning to give Bai Xingyu a boost.

Walking to the door of the ward, he saw the person sitting in the medical chair as expected.

"I said..." Song Wenzhi looked at Tan Zihao with his head down, only seeing his disheveled hair: "You are too stubborn, have you been sleeping on this chair for the past few days?"

Ever since Tan Zihao provoked Bai Xingyu to commit suicide, he basically never went back to the hotel he booked to sleep in.Sticking to this chair 24 hours a day, sitting at the door of Bai Xingyu's ward like a door god.

Otherwise, Tan Zihao had paid the medical expenses without telling Bai Xingyu, and the hospital security would have carried him out as a perverted beggar.

As if he heard Song Wenzhi's voice, Tan Zihao moved mechanically after a while, lifting his neck like a rusty machine.

"You look like this, you can go out and beg for food." This was said by Zhang Yu, and Song Wenzhi twitched the corners of his mouth in cooperation.

The handsome and unrestrained young master of the Tan family in the past is now wrapped in the coat he wore two weeks ago. He is unkempt and unshaven. His deep eye sockets are deeply sunken and dull, and his eyes are gray and blue.

"I'm not in that mood." Tan Zihao replied hoarsely.

Seeing his dry and peeling lips, Song Wenzhi took out a bottle of mineral water from a bag of fruit, and stuffed it into Tan Zihao's arms without waiting for Tan Zihao's sloth-like slow motion.

"It's impossible for Xiao Yu to see you now, but you can't starve yourself to death, can you? If you starve to death, who will Xiao Yu turn to in the future?"

Hearing that Tan Zihao clenched the mineral water in his hand, he raised his head suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Song Wenzhi was really afraid that he would consume himself to death if he couldn't think about it, so he sighed helplessly: "It's okay to tell you."

"A few days ago, Xiaoyu called your father and talked for a long time. After Xiaoyu recovers from illness, she will return to school, but she will not return to Tan's house. After your father gives Papa Bai a rich funeral, it will be considered clear."

"Liangqing?" Tan Zihao's lips trembled slightly, his eyes widened: "Does he not want to have anything to do with me?"

These days Tan Zihao couldn't take off his clothes, couldn't eat well, and thought about a lot of things.

Bai Xingyu has been by his side for so many years, no matter how badly he speaks or ignores him, Bai Xingyu always stands there.

This habit developed over the years, because Bai Xingyu left and suddenly became empty, penetrated into the bone marrow like a malignant disease, causing him terribly painful.

Tan Zihao finally figured out one thing, he likes Bai Xingyu, he is his antidote, he has no way out.

"If Zhang Yu has your personality, I will be pissed off sooner or later." Song Wenzhi gave him a blank look.

Zhang and Wuwu lay on the gun and shrugged.

"Xiaoyu already knew that you were guarding here, if he really wanted to drive you away, would you still sit here?"

"He's not a vagrancy, but you gotta give him some time, don't you?"

Papa Bai was indirectly killed by Tan Zihao, but in the final analysis, he cannot be blamed for everything.

It's just that Bai Xingyu is immersed in the pain of his father's death, and has nothing to worry about.

It depends on whether Tan Zihao can stand it...

Song Wenzhi shook his head silently in his heart, filled with emotion.

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