No!

With his sexy thin lips curled, he looked at the dark sky, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes became dimmer and dimmer.

General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army.

Leng Xiao sat in the caregiver lounge outside the old man's high-ranking official ward, with his expression particularly ugly.

He just used his mobile phone to run the tracking and eavesdropping software.

Now my heart is mixed.

I can't say it's anger, anger, or heartache.

Why can't she tell him the truth? Are she really unwilling to trust him?

No matter big or small, I am always used to hiding it from him.

Rubbing his forehead, the man silently put his cell phone on.

Waiting-

After about ten minutes of touching, several doctors wearing big masks came out of the inner room. They took off their gloves while walking, came over to shake hands with Leng Xiao and reported on the consultation situation just now. It was their second consultation for Mr. Leng.

Leng Xiao listened without saying a word.

The doctor said that the old man's physical condition in recent years has been worse than before. Now he needs to take a good rest and keep his mood comfortable and happy. It is not a good sign to faint from being angry this time, so he must try to avoid any further stimulation. At the same time, he also comforted him that it is not easy for older people, and those who are younger people must not stimulate his mood casually. This time, he just faints this time, and he should recover after a while. If he has another stroke, heart disease, or something, it will be a big problem.

After giving the doctor's instructions, the doctors went out one after another.

Leng Xiao stood there for a few seconds and walked into the ward.

On the hospital bed, Mr. Leng's eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't move at all, looking haggard and old.

A person in his seventies...

Standing there from afar, Leng Xiao looked at him without expression on his cold face.

The air seemed to condense, and neither father nor son spoke.

a long time……

The old man lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, took the lead in speaking, calling him in a weak voice.

"Second..."

Leng Xiao frowned slightly, and Leng Xiao walked up and sat on the chair beside his bed.

"exist."

Without opening his eyes, Old Man Leng pulled the corner of his mouth, and a complicated look appeared on his wrinkled face, and his voice was not stable. "Did you always think that I am too cruel to Xiaoqi?"

Thinking of what the doctor told me just now, Leng Xiao pursed his lips and did not answer.

He felt cruel in his heart, but now he doesn't want to stimulate the old man anymore.

As he groped his hand, Old Master Leng covered his hand on Leng Xiao's hand again.

"Second...you should talk to your father more..."

Leng Xiao is not used to being close to others, so he becomes lonely when he beats a child. Apart from Baoqi, he rarely gets too intimate with people. Even if this person is his biological father, he feels uncomfortable. So, he covers his other hand and moves away the old man Leng's hand.

After trembling, Old Master Leng seemed to sigh, muttering a few times in his nose and whispered in a low voice.

"At that time, you were still sick and had been doing rehabilitation treatments. There were so many things happening at home, and you didn't know... You didn't know anything... Your elder brother... was gone like that..."

He murmured, the sick old man Leng's eyelids were trembling with a little moistness.

However, he never opened his eyes.

"You have a good rest!" Leng Xiao tucked the quilt for him, sat there like an ice sculpture, staring at his closed eyes, and his pale face that was not as pale as he was, with no expression on his face.

Time passes very slowly...

Tick, Tick, Tick...

One second, one second, countless seconds...

Mr. Leng finally fell asleep deeply. Bao Xiangyu, who had just gone to prepare the meal, came back, pointed outside, and said in a tight voice, "Dragon, come here and have something to eat. You haven't eaten all night..."

Nodded, Leng Xiao stood up and before he could walk out of the ward, the cell phone in his pocket recalled the familiar "ding ting" sound-

The phone number was called by Baoqi.

He glanced at Bao Xiangyu, and he walked away from the balcony with a cold face and picked it up.

"I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"Uncle II——" A rustling sound of water flowing sounded on the phone first, and then Baoqi said hoarsely: "Uncle II... I feel so uncomfortable... I vomited... I vomited several times, my feet were weak... I wonder if I ate Quanjude's roast duck tonight... something was wrong..."

Poor roast duck, lying down and was shot...

However, her weak word "vomiting" almost broke Leng Xiao's ears even though her voice was small.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out in his palms, and he hurriedly pulled up to the microphone.

"Be good, bear it! Come back soon!"
Chapter completed!