The little girl used a lot of effort to catch half a cup of water. She carefully held onto the cup of water and walked to the bed. She handed the water to the man and said, "Uncle, have a drink."
Uncle?
The man frowned slightly as he stared at the little girl with his deep eyes.
"Uncle, didn't you want to drink water?" She stood on her tiptoes, lifted the glass to his lips, and looked at the man with her large, black, grape-like eyes.
The man dropped his long black eyelashes and stared at the glass of water that the little man had brought.
He was silent for two seconds, then asked, "What did you call me?"
"?" The little girl was stu
ed for a moment before she pouted her pink lips and said with a frown, "Uncle."
The man lifted his black eyelashes and stared at the little girl for a while. His eyes turned darker as he accepted the cup of water. He used his strong arm to support his tired body and drank the remaining half cup of water.
The little girl watched as he drank the water. She opened her mouth and let out a light sigh. She placed her small hands on the chair and was about to climb up to sit.
The man brought the cup to him again.
The little girl was surprised for a moment. Her short leg was still crossed over the chair as she turned her head to look at the man.
The man had one arm over his eyes, and his eyes were lowered, not looking at him.
The little girl frowned, took off her legs, and obediently put the cup on the bedside table.
He turned back to the bench.
He climbed up onto the chair with much difficulty and leaned against it. The man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.
The little girl's back trembled, her ten fat fingers moved a dozen times, and she found that he was still looking at her.
The little girl smirked as she said in a slightly speechless ma
er, "Uncle, do you need anything else?"
"..." "Water!" The man coldly pursed his lips.
Three black lines appeared on her forehead. She glared at the man with her dead fish eyes.
Was his mouth golden or what? Do you want more water?
Didn't you see that he finally managed to climb onto the chair? But now, when he sat down and asked him, he said that he wanted to drink water. He was even more willful than him!
Regardless of whether she was satisfied or not, the little girl resigned herself to her fate and walked over to the water heater with the cup in her hand and poured him another half cup of warm water.
Seeing him drink it, the little girl wisely asked, "Uncle, do you want more water?"
The man glanced at him coldly, and just like before, he put his arm around his eyes and did not say a word.
The little girl saw that he did not speak and thought he did not drink. She placed the cup on the bedside table, climbed onto the chair, and climbed up on her little fat legs to sit on the chair. Her two big eyes were black and white, and she glanced at the man's hair.
After about thirty seconds, the man opened his eyes and stared at the little girl with the same cold gaze.
Little Jun's face slowly turned green. She rolled her eyes and asked a little impatiently, "Uncle, you're not going to ask for water again, are you?"
He's been sitting there for less than a minute, okay?
The man answered with a cold "En".
The little girl clenched her fist and said angrily, "But I just asked you, are you going to drink it?"
The little fellow was the same as his own Daddy.
The key point was that he had the gall to do so. He was purposely making things difficult for him!
Therefore, he couldn't tolerate it!
The man frowned. He glanced at the little girl with an exceptionally indifferent gaze. "Did I say I didn't drink it?"
The little girl took a breath, then abruptly repressed it.
Well, he really didn't say he wasn't going to drink it!
But, isn't silence the tacit consent?
The little girl slanted her eyes at the man. The feeling of him messing with her was getting more and more intense!
She pursed her lips and glared at the man for over ten seconds, but in the end ? Defeat!
Ye Zichen lowered his straight legs from the chair, then grabbed the cup with his hand and poured another half a cup of water for the man.
Seeing him drink it, the little girl glanced at the chair. This time, she didn't dare to climb up. Her soft body leaned on the headboard as she stared at the man with hidden bitterness.
The man squinted his eyes at the little girl, as if he was pleased by her sad little expression. A faint trace of laughter appeared in his deep, cold eyes, but it only lasted for an instant before it was overshadowed by a deep pain.
Frowning, the man's Adam's apple slid twice before he suddenly reached out to grab the small hand that the little girl had placed on the edge of the bed and tightly wrapped it around his palm.
The little girl's hand trembled as she held her breath. She looked at the hand that was being held by his warm and broad palm, and her heart started beating rapidly.
Two pink clouds instantly appeared on the chubby little white face. She blinked her long black eyelashes, not knowing what to do.
He could only blankly let the man hold his hand.
After an unknown period of time, the little girl recovered from her trance and raised her small face to face the man.
And the man looked at him, his eyes deep and deep, like a labyrinth.
The little girl stared straight into his eyes, but suddenly, as if she saw something terrible in his eyes, the little girl abruptly pulled her hand out of his palm and covered her eyes.
Her chest heaved, and she refused to let go for a while.
The man only creased his brow and calmly gazed at the little girl, his breathing calm.
At this moment, the door to the ward suddenly opened from the outside.
Shocked, the little girl took her hand away and turned to look.
Seeing the tall figure standing at the entrance, the little girl's eyes lit up with joy, "Daddy!"
Lu Jingxing was travel worn out, the smooth suit on his body was slightly wrinkled, his long legs moved like the wind as he walked towards Ji
ian, "Ji
ian."
Ji
ian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Jingxing as he walked in. He raised his head and said, "Daddy, didn't you say you would come in a few days?"
Lu Jingxing smiled calmly, bent down and carried him, then intimately touched his small face: "Daddy isn't at ease with you and Mommy, so I took some time to come to the hospital, and will have to return to France tomorrow."
"Going back tomorrow?" Ji
ian's mouth sunk.
Lu Jingxing rubbed his little head, and said while carrying Ji
ian, "Yeah. Father will go back to France to settle the matter, and then I will accompany you and Mommy in B City until Mommy wakes up. "
"Really?"
The person's joyous voice drifted in from outside the sickroom. The man lowered his black eyelashes and became as silent as a statue. His entire body was shrouded in a silent loneliness and desolation.
"Are you going to let your son keep calling other men 'father'?" A cold, hard male voice came from the door of the ward. It was followed by the sound of a man's leather boots walking towards the ward.
The man lifted his black eyes and looked at the man walking towards him. His dual pupils were as deep as the ocean, so deep that one couldn't see the bottom of them. No one was able to see through his true emotions.
The sound of the man's leather boots stopped in front of the man's sickbed. The man's tall and sturdy body was completely different from that of an ordinary person. The shadow cast from above seemed to cover the man's body like a canopy that covered the sky.
He looked at the man on the bed, and for the first time, his eyes were cold, and his voice was harsh, "Speak!"
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