daddy, this is my dad

The taxi stopped at the gate, Cheng Ziyuan paid the driver and got out of the car with Xiaojun in his arms;

Cheng Anjun put his arms around Cheng Ziyuan's neck, looked at Cheng Ziyuan with tears in his eyes and said, "Father, what happened to you just now? Xiaojun is so scared."

"Father is fine. I scared Xiaojun just now. Dad apologize to Xiaojun, okay? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Cheng Ziyuan hugged Xiaojun and shook him slowly.

"Wow... Xiaojun doesn't want Dad to be unhappy... woo... woo." Seeing that his father finally took care of him, Xiaojun finally stopped worrying and began to release his emotions, crying until sweat came out, tears and snot together flow.

After Cheng Ziyuan coaxed him for a long time, Xiao Jun finally stopped crying and began to sob softly;

"Xiaojun, Dad is going to have lunch later, can you go back to your room and finish your homework first?" If you don't do it, it will be too late;

"Okay, then will daddy go to see his uncle later?" Xiaojun looked at his daddy with red eyes, pitifully;

"Yeah, Dad is going to deliver lunch to uncle. Can you do your homework alone this afternoon?" Cheng Ziyuan carried his son to the bathroom, washed his face, and took him back to the room, letting him write alone. Homework, go to the kitchen to cook.

Because there are too many people today, I prepared meals for a few more people. I also made chicken soup for Yi Zhenxiang's health. It took several lunch boxes to fit it. After packing up, I went into the room and told Xiaojun:

"Xiaojun, Dad is going to the hospital. You should do your homework obediently at home. After you finish your homework, you can watch cartoons or play with toys. If you need anything, you can ask the housekeeper grandpa. Don't run around alone, you know?"

"Understood, Dad, Xiaojun must do his homework obediently, just play at home, and don't run around." Hearing his father's instructions, Xiaojun nodded.

"Okay, then I'm leaving, Xiaojun goodbye." Then he walked out the door;

"Goodbye, Dad." Xiaojun waved to his father, and when he saw his father coming out of the room, he continued to concentrate on his homework.

Today I still took Wang Yun's car, because Wang Yun was going to pick up Yi Tianyu and his wife, Cheng Ziyuan was in a daze after getting in the car, and he didn't come back until he got to the hospital gate, Cheng Ziyuan got out of the car, Wang Yun Did not leave, waited downstairs.

Cheng Ziyuan knocked on the door and came in. Seeing that Xia Yunyou was not there, he didn't ask. He took out the food from the cloth bag and said to the three people: "Uncle, Auntie, Xiang, it's time to eat."

The three of them didn't move, they just watched Cheng Ziyuan busy back and forth with suspicion on his face. When Cheng Ziyuan felt a little cold behind him, he turned around and saw such a picture. He swayed and asked nervously. Said: "What's the matter? Uncle, aunt, Xiang? Is there something wrong with me?" After speaking, he looked all over his body, and found nothing wrong;

The three shook their heads together, and Fan Xueer asked, "Xiaoyuan, what happened to you this morning? Are you really all right?"

"It's...it's nothing." Cheng Ziyuan's ears turned pink as he spoke.

"Ziyuan, if you have something you can't do, you can tell me, and I will solve it for you." Yi Zhenxiang thought that he had encountered a difficult matter, otherwise why did he look so ugly just now?

"No, I just felt a little unwell just now." Cheng Ziyuan couldn't say it, he could only find excuses to evade it.

"It's uncomfortable there? Do you want to see a doctor?" Yi Zhenxiang asked quickly, why is Ziyuan so weak, it must be too hard.

"That's right, that's right. If you feel uncomfortable, you should see a doctor. If you are sick, you can't procrastinate. The more you procrastinate, the worse it gets." Fan Xueer also interjected.

"I'm much better now, I just get sick once in a while, and it doesn't matter." He is indeed sick, so there's no need to lie. The illness was left behind when Xiaojun was born. The doctor can't cure it, so he can only take it slowly. .

"Let's eat!" Yi Tianyu interrupted their questioning and rescued Cheng Ziyuan.

"Okay, it's time to eat. I'll try Xiaoyuan's cooking. Yes, it's delicious. Tianyu, come and taste it. Isn't it delicious?" The daughter-in-law really knows how to cook, and she will have a good meal in the future. Fan Xueer is happy Think of it (please...the horoscope hasn't been written yet).

"Well, it's quite delicious." Yi Tianyu also praised in a rare way.

"Xiang" Cheng Ziyuan raised the upper part of Yi Zhenxiang's hospital bed, sat down in front of the bed with a bowl in his hand and began to feed him bit by bit.

When Fan Xueer saw it, she curled her lips: "Second brother, are you still eating box lunch at the company at noon? From now on, let Xiao Yuan make it for you at home. The box lunch is good for hygiene. It's not good to eat too much." No wonder, every day I asked the secretary to go to the luxury hotel to bring food back to the office to eat, and the meal was very good.

"Ziyuan, is it okay?" Yi Zhenxiang looked at Cheng Ziyuan pitifully, but his heart was overjoyed, but no one could see it.

Fan Xueer knew how boring her son was, but she still helped her son and said: "Xiaoyuan, if it really doesn't work, forget it. Anyway, although the boxed lunch is unpalatable, it's still edible, right, son?"

"No, no, Auntie, I can deliver Xiang's lunch every day from now on, okay? Xiang?"

I have nothing to do at home except cooking, Xiaojun went to kindergarten again, and it happened to deliver meals to Xiang to pass the time. By the way, I took a look at Xiang's company, and I like Xiang, so delivering meals to Xiang is something I wish for.

a week later

Under the joint care of Cheng Ziyuan and others, Yi Zhenxiang can already walk around; because of his injury, his assistant handles everything in the company for him, and Yi Zhenxiang has never been so leisurely.

"Brother, let's get out of the hospital and go home." Yi Zhenxiang couldn't take it anymore, the disinfectant in the hospital smelled too bad, especially for a person with a slight obsession with cleanliness, if Cheng Ziyuan didn't accompany him every day By his side, he had already collapsed.

"No, the doctor said, you will have to wait more than ten days for your wound to fully heal, and then you will be discharged from the hospital after the stitches are removed." Yi Zhenfei frowned, and took a rare few days off to take care of his younger brother in the hospital with his parents. His younger brother also looked disgusted.

Yi Zhenfei is wearing a black sportswear today, outlining the man's lean and perfect muscular body, and his handsome face is revealed by the inch-cut haircut. Because he is in a high position, he has a look of displeasure that ordinary people don't have on his face. Anger from prestige.

"There is a private doctor at home." Yi Zhenxiang, lying on the bed watching TV, disapproved.

"No." Yi Zhenfei, sitting on a chair and reading a newspaper, shook his head, still not agreeing.

"I'll go by myself." Yi Zhenxiang turned off the TV, making a gesture to get up.

"Be careful mom beats you." Yi Zhenfei didn't even look at him, and Yi Zhenxiang didn't move when he heard this sentence, but he was still not convinced;

He was most afraid of his mother's nagging temper, she could tell the dead to be alive and the living to be dead when she opened her mouth. Although she had been used to it for many years, she still couldn't bear it.

"Hey, send some important documents to the hospital for me to see, that's all." Yi Zhenxiang wanted to do something to divert his attention, processing work is a good pastime, so he called the assistant; but It's already noon, why isn't Ziyuan here yet?Thinking while looking at the door.

"There are still 5 minutes." Yi Zhenfei looked at the watch on his wrist and said helplessly; he knew that every time his younger brother looked at the door, he was waiting for Cheng Ziyuan to come; and every time Cheng Ziyuan came at noon, Yi Zhenfei knows how to check the time, it's exactly twelve o'clock (is it too punctual?).

"Is your time slow?" Is there 5 minutes left?This time is too long!Yi Zhenxiang thought.

"Yesterday you also said the same thing." Facts have proved that your point of view is completely wrong, Yi Zhenfei added in his heart.

"Huh..." Yi Zhenxiang turned on the TV again and tuned to the financial channel.

After a while, when the pointer reached twelve o'clock, Cheng Ziyuan entered the door and said as usual: "Brother, Xiang, it's time to eat."

"Okay." Although Yi Zhenxiang said hello, he still lay motionless on the bed.

Yi Zhenfei didn't care about his younger brother, and started eating with the bowl and chopsticks by himself, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he didn't look sideways; Xiang opened his mouth and ate it, Cheng Ziyuan picked up another chopstick to eat, Yi Zhenxiang still ate; just like that, one feeds, one eats.

Cheng Ziyuan was completely unaware of a problem, Yi Zhenxiang was already able to move, and his hand was not injured; Yi Zhenfei didn't intend to remind him; is he so confused?Are you so helpless?relative!