Why did he feel familiar when he saw the little boy for the first time? And why did he feel like he had heard the little boy's name somewhere before? These questions were solved the first second he saw Li Jingyuan. It turned out that the little boy turned out to be
That woman's child.
"If he asks for anything in the future, he will ask for it."
Li Jingyuan picked up Gu An, turned around and left, promising Murong Xincheng before leaving.
In Haikou, in the huge city of Anyang, only a man dares to make such a promise.
"Then Murong Xincheng would like to thank Mr. Li first."
Murong Xincheng looked at Li Jingyuan's back, replied softly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Sure enough, everything about that woman is very interesting. Today, he first saw the news about the woman clearing her grievances in the newspaper, and in the blink of an eye, he became the savior of that woman's son. It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting...
"Hanjin, hospital."
Li Jingyuan put Gu An in the car, walked to the other side and sat down, and whispered,
"Got the order!"
Ying Hanjin consciously shifted to the driver's seat and noticed the child in the man's arms through the rearview mirror. His stern and noble face was a replica of little Li Jingyuan, but he looked a little more childish and looked extremely cute. His
He held the steering wheel tightly with his eyes filled with expectation. If he and Li Wanmu had a child, they would be as beautiful as him.
"An'er." Li Jingyuan thought for a while, then said: "There is no next time, understand? Nothing is as important as your safety."
"Also, you are still young, and hatred is our adult business, so just let me bear everything."
Li Jingyuan was referring to the incident where Gu An used lip reading to persuade Ma Jinson to commit suicide. Although the police did not hold Gu An accountable in the end due to various circumstances and reasons, what Li Jingyuan was afraid of was not the incident itself, but his five-year-old son.
How much fear and hatred is buried in his body that he can't see, touch or feel.
How much hatred does one have to have to make a person die, and how much fear does one have to have to agree to jump into the sea.
And who gave him this fear and hatred? Li Jingyuan thought of a certain man.
He didn't know what to say, but the moment he looked at Gu An, he chose to speak. The man knew that his son already knew what it meant.
Gu An lowered his head and moved his fingers, obviously a little nervous.
"I……"
At this moment, the man regretted that it was his incompetence as a father that allowed his son to bear so much alone.
"Okay, just know. If you believe in your strength, I will protect you for the rest of my life. No one can hurt you."
Li Jingyuan said calmly. In order to avoid embarrassment, he deliberately turned his head and looked out the window, so he did not see, at that moment, Gu An's red eyes and unstoppable trembling pupils...
...
"Hello, Miss Gu, I am Fu Shiqiu, a psychology tutor. From today on, I will be your attending doctor."
Fu Shiqiu's slender figure stood in front of Gu Liangyan's hospital bed. He stretched out his clean and beautiful hand like a gentleman and introduced himself to Gu Liangyan without any intention of concealing his identity.
"Psychologist?"
Hearing this, Gu Liangyan looked at Fu Shiqiu's hand in confusion and asked softly. There was a little bit of strange light in her empty and sad eyes.
Yes, not bad. He was relatively responsive. Fu Shiqiu took back his hand and pushed up his glasses. He waved to the nurse guarding Gu Liangyan and slowed down and walked to Gu Liangyan's side.