Loved by old men

Qi Le was confused, turned his head to look at Ye Yuan, winked at him.

Ye Yuan pretended not to see it, he still remembered the last revenge.

"I'm going to take Qi Le abroad this afternoon to escape." Yin Shijian still used the same excuse.

Qi Rui didn't understand Yin Yu's affairs abroad, so he frowned and said, "It's not appropriate to run away just after the press conference?"

Qi Le hurriedly said, "I can't even go to school."

He has always kept a low profile in school, and no one except Yu Jian knows his identity.

Recently, due to being exposed on the Internet, those classmates in the past have warmed up to me, and there are many seniors, sisters, and younger brothers and sisters who I don’t know.

Qi Rui pondered for a moment, then suddenly sighed, "Okay, then I'll tell my parents, you haven't been home for a long time."

Qi Le chuckled, "Thank you brother, I will go back when I return to China!"

"Okay." Qi Rui chuckled and stood up, "I won't bother you anymore."

Yin Shijian sent him to the elevator entrance, Qi Rui turned his head, slightly raised his chin in Ye Yuan's direction, "Just let him take me down, there should be media staying downstairs."

Qi Le followed the two of them all the time, he was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Brother, if you go down and get photographed, something will happen..."

Ye Yuan interjected, "There is an exclusive channel in the company."

Qi Le gave a meaningful "Oh" and gave Yin Shijian a hard look.

Dare the old man deliberately drive the car to the gate in the morning?

Yin Shijian felt guilty when he saw him, and quickly explained: "It's okay if you go down, but you still have to pass the company's gate if you come."

Seeing Yin Shijian being eaten to death by his younger brother, Qi Rui shook his head helplessly, and stepped into the elevator contentedly.

Ye Yuan followed closely behind and was responsible for taking people out.

After sending off the elder brother, Qi Le followed Yin Shijian to the office, "Is the job handover over?"

Yin Shijian hummed softly, "One more thing, we will go to the airport when the media is gone."

……

London Bridge Private Hospital, UK.

Yin Yu opened his eyes, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his head was still dizzy.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air, he frowned, rolled his eyes, and roughly scanned the room.

It seemed to be a ward, and there was no one else but him.

The sky outside the window didn't know how long it had been dark, and the heavy curtains blocked the moonlight outside.

Far away in a foreign country, alone in the hospital, it is inexplicably sad and lonely to hear this.

Yin Yu raised his eyes to look at the infusion bottle, it was still full, and it looked like it had just been changed.

He closed his eyes again and relaxed on the soft bedding.

He didn't know how long he slept, and he forgot what happened before he fell asleep.

In the past few days when he first came to the UK, he has been suffering from fever, and the weather in London has been a bit cold recently, and his condition has suddenly become more serious.

Yin Yu's throat was a little itchy, and he coughed uncontrollably.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the young housekeeper hurriedly walked up to him, helped him up, reached out and patted his back gently, to help him breathe.

Yin Yu spoke with difficulty, "Cough, cough, water..."

The housekeeper hurriedly brought him a cup of warm water, "Young master, be careful."

A cup of warm water was poured down the throat, and the itchiness in the throat was relieved a little.

Yin Yu took a deep breath, still panting, and asked weakly, "What time is it?"

The butler stood beside his hospital bed and replied respectfully, "It's already ten o'clock in the evening."

Yin Yu was taken aback, "How long have I been asleep?"

"About seven hours."

Seven hours... is too long.

Yin Yu lowered his head weakly, "What's wrong with me?"

This is impossible with a normal fever. He didn't even know when he fell asleep. He probably passed out.

The housekeeper told the truth: "You just had an operation some time ago, and your body is still very weak. The doctor said that the main reason for your coma is hypoglycemia and lack of sleep."

After a pause, the housekeeper asked again: "Young master, can't you sleep here?"

Yin Yu has heavy dark circles under his eyes, which only appeared after he came to London.

In the past few days, he could always dream of Song Linzhi when he closed his eyes.

Every time in the dream, there was the back of Song Linzhi resolutely leaving, and every time he came here, he woke up with a start, coupled with his physical discomfort, he couldn't fall asleep again after waking up.

"Is there no other illness?"

Yin Yu didn't answer the question, but looked down at his wrist, held the wrist of his right with his left hand, and twisted it slightly.

"The doctor told you to take a good rest." The butler glanced at his wristwatch and told him, "Sir, I'm going to board the plane in two hours. You should get some sleep."

"Okay." Yin Yu was not surprised by his father's arrival.

His throat was itchy again, he coughed a few times, and ordered: "Wake me up when Dad comes, and I will rest for a while."

The butler said hello, exited the ward lightly, and closed the door.

The small ward was quiet again for a while.

Yin Yu opened his eyes in the dark ward, and sighed silently.

He can't sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Song Linzhi's face appeared in his mind again.

In the past, he didn't get sick very often, but this year he went to the hospital repeatedly, which made him more and more worried about his body.

Unable to fall asleep at night, it is easy to think wildly. Yin Yu gently turned over on the bed, and suddenly remembered the first time he was hospitalized this year.

At that time, his father and Qi Le seemed to have just been together, and Qi Yuyang was so angry that he went to his house to make trouble. He deliberately provoked the other party, but was relieved by the other party.

Thinking of this, Yin Yu shrank his shoulders.

At that time, his father was also in a coma. He was only worried about his father and forgot about the pain for a moment. It wasn't until Song Linzhi rushed to the hospital and saw his weak and twisted arm that he took him to connect his shoulder.

The process of picking up the shoulders will not be shown for the time being.Yin Yu didn't want to think about it, but he vaguely remembered that Song Linzhi stuffed a candy into his mouth at that time.

"...Obviously, it used to be very good."

Thinking of this, Yin Yu muttered softly.

He was lying sideways on the hospital bed, staring at the curtains, trying to get rid of the lingering Song Linzhi in his mind, motionless as if in a daze.

10 minutes passed, two 10 minutes, three 10 minutes, one hour...

Still can't sleep.

Yin Yu turned over and lay on his back, his limbs paralyzed in despair, this time staring at the ceiling of the ward in a daze.

Song Linzhi, what are you doing now?He couldn't help thinking, and then raised his hand and slapped himself.

"There is no result, don't think about it."

Yin Yu stared at his palm, and his thoughts drifted away again.

Song Linzhi said that there would be no result between them because he hadn't made a choice.

He retracted his fingers and clenched them into a fist.

If only Song Lin had been punched back then.

Yin Yu regretted it very much. During that time, he was very irritable. The so-called real mother wanted to recognize him, but his real father appeared again and then died suddenly.

At that time, Song Linzhi was forcing him to make a choice.

But he didn't dare to lose his temper yet, so he could only endure the grievance and listened to Song Lin's words, "Why should I take you in?"

Indeed, Song Linzhi had no obligation to take him in.

but……

The eye sockets became inexplicably hot, and Yin Yu wiped them lightly with his hands.

Wet.

It's so embarrassing.Yin Yu thought to himself, turned over and lay down on the quilt again, and buried his head in the pillow.

Then, he started crying uncontrollably.

Since he was a child, no one cared about him. He thought he didn't need it, but now he realizes that it's not that he doesn't need it, but that he wants it too much and dare not want it.

He was like this to his father, and he was also like this to Song Linzhi.

But a father is still a father, and his father still loves him.

But Song Linzhi would only give him hope again and again, and then push him down the abyss of disappointment.

Grievance rushed to his heart, and he clutched the corner of the pillow tightly with both hands, suppressing his crying.

The weeping in the ward lasted for a while.

Perhaps it was because of tiredness from crying, or because of physical discomfort, Yin Yu's crying quieted down, sobbing softly, for fear of being heard by outsiders.

After a while, he curled up on the hospital bed, closed his red and swollen eyes and fell asleep.

When Qi Le and Yin Shijian arrived in England late at night, they didn't even have time to put down their luggage, and this is what they saw when they rushed to the hospital.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon in London, and the outside light filtered through the curtains, making the ward very bright.

The person on the hospital bed was not covered with a quilt, but his tall body was shrunk into a ball, and his eyes were even more worrying. Not only did he have heavy dark circles, but they were also very red and swollen.

It looks so distressing.

Yin Shijian carefully wanted to pick up his son from the quilt, Qi Le pulled the quilt, and was about to put him down, but the son in his arms tightly grasped his lapel.

"Uncle Song..."

Qi Le was startled, and looked up at Yin Shijian.

The latter shook his head and sighed deeply.

Yin Yu seemed to be in a dream, grabbing Yin Shijian and calling "Uncle Song", but kept saying "I was wrong" and "I don't want"...

Yin Shijian's face was very ugly. After putting his son away, his brows were all wrinkled together.

Qi Le tucked in the quilt for his son and motioned him to leave the ward first.

Outside the ward, Yin Shijian clenched his fist and smashed the wall as soon as he came out.

Qi Le was startled by him, grabbed his hand and rubbed it, "What are you doing? Doesn't it hurt!"

Yin Shijian withdrew his hand, combed his hair back with both hands, gritted his teeth and said, "Song Linzhi disappeared again."

Qi Le was quite afraid that he would look like this, so he stepped forward and patted his chest, persuading him, "Don't be so angry, you still have high blood pressure."

Yin Shijian could only sit on the chair and sulk.

The old man is really stubborn when he is stubborn, Qi Le said carefully: "Brother Jian, I know you are against them, but now Yin Yu is also emotional..."

Yin Shijian interrupted him coldly, "Emotional? How do you know what kind of emotion it is?"

Qi Le frowned, "How long do you want to numb yourself?"

Yin Yu just came out of the operating room last time, and he called Song Linzhi even before he woke up from the anesthesia. This time, he also called Song Linzhi when he fell asleep. The old man pretended to be confused about something so obvious.

Yin Shijian leaned against the back of his chair and said disappointedly: "Song Linzhi chills me."

Qi Le also understood him, his friend abducted his son, and hurt his son again and again.

If it were him, Qi Le would also want to fight Song Linzhi.

Yin Shijian leaned his head on his shoulder, "Qi Le, what do you think I should do?"

The old man has always been very strong, and when he is rarely helpless, Qi Le kisses his hair, but his heart is more than enough.

"It's better for us not to intervene in this kind of thing."

It is most taboo for a third party to intervene in emotional matters, and the relationship between Yin Yu and Song Lin cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

What's more, Yin Yu certainly didn't want them to intervene.

It's not that Yin Shijian doesn't understand this truth, it's just that he feels guilty for his negligence towards his son before, and he wants to do his best to make up for his son.

"Then should I just let them go?"

Yin Shijian couldn't make up his mind, the last time he let go in exchange for hurting his son, Song Linzhi was more cruel than he imagined.

Qi Le turned his head and glanced at the ward, and said helplessly, "So what if you don't let it go? Yin Yu himself can't let it go, he still has to think about it."

A heartache requires a heart medicine doctor, and the person who tied the bell needs to be untied.

They really can't intervene in Yin Yu's matter, or they may be self-defeating, and even if they want to remedy it, they will be unable to remedy it.

Yin Yu suddenly opened the door, and the moment he met their eyes, his breath stopped.

"Dad, Qi...Little Daddy."

Qi Le quickly walked to him, saw the needle hole on the back of his hand was bleeding, couldn't help reprimanding him: "Why did you pull out the needle?"

Yin Yu pursed her lips, "It's a bit stuffy inside, I want to go out for a walk."

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, nor when his two fathers came, but he felt a little more at ease now.

At least, he is not alone now, so he doesn't have to think about Song Linzhi anymore.

Yin Shijian called a doctor to take a look at him, and took him downstairs to relax after getting the doctor's approval.

The three of them walked together on the trail, Qi Le and Yin Yu walked side by side, and Yin Shijian walked behind them.

"Dad, isn't your company busy?" Yin Yu suddenly turned around and asked, embarrassed to say: "It's not good for you to travel so far."

The son's sensible appearance undoubtedly makes people feel distressed, especially after seeing the scene in the ward just now.

Yin Shijian smiled and lied: "It's okay, there are too many domestic affairs recently, I will take your little dad to avoid the limelight."

"Oh." Yin Yu lowered his eyes, obviously a little disappointed.

In fact, he suddenly preferred to be alone now again.

His father didn't come because of caring about him, but because of Qi Le.

Seeing him like this, Qi Le knew that he was thinking wildly again, and quickly said: "See what your son is embarrassed about, Yin Yu, your father came here because he was worried about you, and those things in the country are nothing to worry about."

Yin Shijian who was exposed: "..."

However, he also noticed that his son was depressed because of his words, so he cleared his throat and said, "Don't worry about anything in the future, I'm worried about you...Uncle Shen is also worried about you."

In the end, Shen Yan had to be brought along, the old father's face was a lot thinner.

Qi Le held back his laughter, secretly laughing in his heart.

Yin Yu heard it, and said softly, "Thank you, Dad."

Yin Shijian was instantly relieved, walked over to hug his son, patted his back, and said apologetically, "You don't need to say thank you to Dad, I have wronged you."

Yin Yu was indeed wronged, but it wasn't his father's fault.

His mouth was pursed into a line, and he was inexplicably angry.

The fire wasn't because of his father, but a familiar figure not far away.

Song Linzhi was originally also in London, and appeared less than 20 meters away from him.

The eyes of the two collided, and they broke up instantly.

"Dad, I'm a little cold and want to go back."

Yin Yu suddenly became ostrich, and let go of his father.

Yin Shijian didn't doubt that he was there, took off his coat and put it on him, and led him back to the ward.

The ward is considered a safe place, with his father, Qi Le, or even the housekeeper.

Yin Yu sat on the hospital bed, staring at the tree outside the window in a daze, his heart slowly calmed down by Song Linzhi.

Why did Song Linzhi appear here?

He doesn't know, and doesn't want to know.

When he chose to go abroad, he made a plan to never communicate with each other until death.

Qi Le warmed a pot of water, seeing him in a daze, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking, so engrossed?"

Yin Yu came back to his senses, turned over and lay down, and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

Seeing that his appearance was not quite right, Qi Le waved at Yin Shijian, sent him away on the grounds that he was hungry and wanted to eat, then sat on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently shook his son.

"What about Song Linzhi?"

When someone talked about the central issue, Yin Yu faltered, "...annoying."

Qi Le sighed again and again, "Stupid son, are you still not enlightened?"

Yin Yu turned his back to him, and pressed half of his face with a pillow, "Don't mention him to me."

"Why can't you mention it?" Qi Le asked deliberately, while carefully observing his expression.

"...It's none of your business." Xu was stared at with a guilty conscience, Yin Yu asked after finishing speaking: "Why do you have to ask this, I don't want to hear about him again."

Qi Le stood up, his tone suddenly severe, "Are you really stupid or fake?"

"Do you know who you were calling when your father hugged you just now?"

As soon as Qi Le's words came out, Yin Yu immediately sat up from the bed, fucked the pillow and threw it at him, angrily said: "Do you think I want to?! This is beyond my control!"

He didn't want to be led by Song Linzhi at all, but after a few days in England, Song Linzhi lingered in his mind for a few days, and his brain couldn't be controlled by him at all.

Yin Yu was extremely anxious, and waved down the water glass on the table.

As soon as the glass fell to the ground, the shards bounced to Qi Le's feet, and he bent down to pick up a piece, "Have you vented your anger?"

As he said that, Qi Le took out another cup and handed it to him, "If you're still angry, smash another one, and I'll ask your father to buy another one."

Yin Yu's body seemed to be dominated, he listened to his words, took it, and smashed it to the ground.

The glass shattered loudly, and this time the shards ricocheted onto the bed.

There were several glass cups in the ward, Qi Le handed him the cups one by one, and when they were all smashed, there were glass shards all over the floor.

Yin Yu was sweating all over, and also let out a bad breath.

Qi Le took the towel to help him wipe his face again, and asked calmly, "Is it much more comfortable?"

Yin Yu didn't dodge, and stared straight at the face in front of him, "Why are you so kind to me?"

Qi Le answered it as a matter of course: "Because you are Yin Shijian's son."

Yin Yu frowned, "So you want to please my dad?"

"Wrong." Qi Le put down the towel, supported his shoulders, looked down into his eyes, "I didn't treat you well because I wanted to please anyone, but because you made me willing to treat you well."

"Of course, don't get me wrong. My thoughts are all on your father now. I only regard you as a friend and have no other purpose."

Yin Yu couldn't help being startled, feeling a little sour for no reason.

Qi Le flicked the shards of glass off the hospital bed with his hand, "Yin Yu, I know what you're thinking, but it's not that everyone treats you well for whatever purpose."

Yin Yu is very slow in emotion, and needs someone to enlighten him, otherwise, most of the time, he can only misunderstand and misunderstand again.

He added: "I think Song Linzhi in the past was sincere to you, although I don't know what happened between you two that led to this situation, but I have seen his kindness to you before. "

Yin Yu was silent for a long time, during which time he kept pinching his nails, as if he was struggling or nervous.

"Then...will you believe me if I tell you?"

Qi Le shook his head, "I can't answer this question for you, because I don't know what you want to tell me now."

Yin Yu lowered his voice, "He forced me."

His voice was too low, Qi Le couldn't hear clearly, and said "ah".

Yin Yu gritted his teeth and decided to go all out.He showed his wrist and neck, "Song Linzhi wants to force me."

Yin Yu's body is prone to scars, and there are bite marks on his neck from when Song Linzhi wanted to rape him.He himself never thought before that Song Linzhi would bite his fragile neck fiercely one day.

He even gnawed out blood.

"He... bit me, ripped off my pants, and..."

Speaking of this, Qi Le covered his mouth, trembling with anger, and asked coldly, "When did it happen?"

Yin Yu replied truthfully: "Before he went abroad."

"When did you drink?"

"The time the wrist was dislocated, he did it."

Qi Le was shocked, none of them found out what happened at that time.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, getting farther and farther away, as if walking away.

Yin Yu recognized the person, and his face turned pale all of a sudden, "It's my dad."

Qi Le comforted him a few words, and hurriedly chased him out to have a look.

In fact, Yin Shijian didn't go far. He was standing in the smoking area in the corridor. Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he stretched out his hand and snatched it away.

Qi Le twisted off the cigarette and threw it into the trash can, ordering: "No smoking."

"What did Yin Yu tell you?" Yin Shijian leaned against the wall and asked.

"I know you've heard." Qi Le confiscated the cigarettes in his pocket, "Now you want to settle accounts with Song Linzhi?"

Yin Shijian answered irrelevantly: "Yin Yu is still young."

Like him, Qi Le leaned against the wall and cursed in a low voice: "Beast."

……

Yin Yu was anxious in the ward, wondering what his father had heard.

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, he thought it was Qi Le who had returned, and his face was filled with joy.

"Qi Le, my dad..."

His voice suddenly stopped when he saw Song Linzhi's face, and then anger took over his heart.

"What are you doing here?"

"To see you."

Song Linzhi closed the door and locked it.

Yin Yu was quite frightened by his movements, and hurriedly got out of bed but forgot about the debris on the ground, a piercing pain came from the soles of his feet, and the soles of his feet were instantly covered with sticky and warm liquid.

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The recent stinky writing broke my heart QAQ

I really want to smash Song Linzhi myself!