Huang Ye yelled hurriedly and chased after Ai Xueer. Xiao Che beside him was pushed by him and fell to the ground. His small body rolled around on the ground. Bei Xijue's pupils shrank.
, hurriedly picked him up.
"Che'er, are you okay?"
There was a big hole in the knee of Xiao Che's pants, and the thick cotton pants were worn through, exposing the delicate skin underneath, which was red and soon swollen.
He lowered his head, biting his lower lip with his white teeth, his eyes were watery, and he tried his best to suppress the tears from flowing out. His big eyes stared at the place where Huang Ye and Ai Xueer disappeared without speaking.
Bei Xijue suddenly felt that his heart was being pulled by the three-and-a-half-year-old child in his arms. He really doubted that Huang Ye would be a good father and could ignore the safety of his own son. Even if it was unintentional, did he know?
Know how dangerous it can be.
He looked at the redness and swelling on Xiao Che's knees and felt a little painful. He reached out and stroked his hair.
"Xiao Che, be good, uncle will take you to the hospital."
Along the way, Xiao Che was very well-behaved, which made Bei Xijue a little nervous. He didn't cry or make trouble, and he didn't look like a three-and-a-half-year-old child at all. Even when the doctor gave him disinfectant, he
He just frowned, bit his lip tightly with his teeth, and said nothing.
"Be good, little Che. Just tell uncle if it hurts."
Bei Xijue patiently coaxed Xiao Che, who raised his head and glanced at him, showing a big smile.
"It doesn't hurt."
After coming out of the hospital, Bei Xijue held Xiao Che's hand. He refused to let him hold him and insisted on leaving. Seeing him holding his big hand and stumbling away, he felt an irritation he had never felt before.
He knelt down in front of Xiao Che.
"Che'er, your father and mother are busy, so uncle, can you take you back?"
In Bei Xijue's heart, Huang Ye was not worthy of being Xiao Che's father, and judging from Aixue'er's expression, it seemed that she had no idea that she had a son.
"Um."
Xiao Che nodded and let him carry him into the car obediently. He fastened his seat belt obediently and tilted his little head towards the window of the car, not knowing what he was looking at.
Bei Xijue sighed inwardly. He was worried about what Huang Ye would do to Ai Xueer, but he couldn't leave Xiao Che alone.
The car soon arrived at the orphanage on the outskirts of city T. From a distance, the director stood at the door and looked at it, his face full of anxiety. Seeing that Xiao Che was back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's you, Mr. Bei."
Xiao Che snuggled into the dean's arms, his little head buried next to her neck, and remained silent. It was obvious that he was very unhappy.
"Xiao Che is tired, let him go to bed early."
The dean nodded. The gentleman seemed to have something to ask her.
Half an hour later, the dean settled Xiao Che and walked out. Bei Xijue leaned in front of the car, thoughtfully.
"Mr. North."
"Dean."
Bei Xijue threw away the half-burned cigarette butt in his hand. He didn't have the habit of smoking, but there were some things that were beyond his control recently.