Three Hundred and Sixty-One A Man Who Is neither Shy nor Ashamed (2)

Xia Xingchen tidied herself up, then took the key, opened the door and went in. She saw the doctor and the servants hurried upstairs to the room where Mr. Bai lived. Her heart sank and she didn't dare to neglect any more and hurried up.

In the bedroom, the doctor is checking the situation.

The maid is doing hygiene.

Bai Qingrang was lying on the bed, feeling drowsy. Xia Xingchen looked at it, feeling sad. He quickly walked in and asked the doctor eagerly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong in the middle of the night?"

After the doctor finished the examination, he took off the receiver and said, "Don't worry, Ms. Xia, vomiting is a normal phenomenon. Someone must be watching tonight. If you have a fever, please notify us immediately."

Xia Xingchen nodded, but after hearing what the doctor said, his heart still couldn't be at peace.

Originally, the servant was guarding her, but now, she also waved them away and stayed beside the bed for the rest of the night.

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Bai Qingrang and Xia Xingchen were the only two people left in the room for a while.

Due to the many injections, Bai Qingrang's dry hands that fell outside the quilt were already swollen. The blood vessels burst, and there was a black ball on the back of the hand.

Probably because blood is thicker than water, Xia Xingchen felt unspeakable heartache when he saw it. She gently picked up his hand and carefully stuffed it into the quilt.

Bai Qingrang seemed to feel her presence. He opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at her.

It was as if there was a layer of fog in front of his eyes, but even so, he clearly knew that it was his daughter who was accompanying him. His lips were slightly curved, and a happy smile appeared on his face, and then he tilted his head and fell asleep again. .

Seeing him sleeping more and more peacefully, she felt much more at ease. The tense expression also relaxed a little.

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The next day.

In the old house, breakfast is being eaten.

At the dining table, the old man, the old lady, Bai Yeqing and Bai Suye were all there.

The old man was reading the newspaper and eating. Bai Yeqing didn't eat very quickly and glanced sideways at Bai Suye beside him. Bai Suye received his look and did not speak immediately. He just drank a bowl of abalone porridge slowly before speaking slowly: "We have almost eaten breakfast.

For Xingchen and uncle, don’t you need to prepare one? "

"Don't worry, there's a kitchen downstairs. I've arranged for a few people with good skills to go down. It's so cold today, and it's hard for everyone to run up and down." The old lady spoke.

Bai Suye glanced at Bai Yeqing, the two of them were still speechless and ate in silence.

Obviously, we can't wait for the stars to come up for breakfast today.

Although the old man was reading the newspaper, his eyes were always on his son. As his own son, he can still understand his thoughts that others cannot see through.

For the third time, I looked at the watch on my wrist and said to my son: "Aren't you leaving yet? It's already 8 o'clock."

"There's no rush." ​​Someone said lazily and continued eating breakfast.

The old man hummed, and when he was full, he walked to the hall to read the newspaper.

The old lady and her son said, "This old man is getting more and more eccentric now. He has to urge you to have breakfast! Don't listen to him, eat more. It's not too late to leave after you're full."

As the old lady spoke, she packed a lot of breakfast for her son and asked with concern: "Is the injury on your back healed?"

"Well, that's almost it."

"You, don't always attack your dad. Don't you know about his temper?"

Bai Suye answered, "His temper is inherited from his father. Tell him, what's the use-->>

Not big. "

"That's right. Anyway, you two have the same temperament. No matter what I say, it's just nonsense."

Bai Yeqing didn't say anything. He took a few bites, wiped his lips, and stood up, "I'm going to take a rest in the hall."

He also went to the hall, and like the old man, he was reading the newspaper leisurely. Father and son occupied each end of the couch.

The old man knew what this man was planning. It was so late and he still hadn't left. Wasn't he just waiting for someone?

The old man felt angry when he thought that he was still coveting his cousin and refused to give up. After a long while, he took the crutch and moved his long, lazily overlapping legs, "Why are you still sitting there? Why don't you leave yet!"

"Don't worry, the cold coffee hasn't come yet."

"Are you waiting for cold coffee? I think you are waiting for someone else!"

Bai Yeqing didn't reply, neither admitting nor denying it.

The old man looked at the time again, "How many presidents are as idle as you?"

At this moment, the servant came in from outside, "Mr. President, Adjutant Leng is here."

The old man raised his eyebrows, "You have to leave now, right?"

"Let him wait outside for a while."

"..."

The old man snorted coldly, slapped the newspaper on the table, and glared at him, "I'm warning you, don't mess with me just because your uncle is sick now! You go back to your presidential palace and sleep tonight , you are not allowed to come here!"

The old lady was walking this way from the restaurant. When she heard the old man's words, her steps became faster. As soon as he came in, he scolded him, "What are you talking about! You are talking nonsense here! This is also Ye Qing's home. He can come and live if he wants, and sleep if he wants. Are you going to kick people out?"

"What do you know! You don't have any good intentions when you come here!"

"I don't care what his intentions are, just thank God for being with you!" The old lady made it clear that she was protecting her son.

"He came to accompany me?! Look, thank God I didn't make him mad to death!" The old man pointed at his son opposite, gritting his teeth, "Ask him, ask him, he didn't sleep at midnight last night. What a good thing you did!"

It turned out to be correct. The old man is very shrewd. Even if he slept last night, he might find someone to keep an eye on him.

Bai Yeqing came out without his phone, compiled a message, and sent it.

"Still not coming up? Your son is waiting for you."

After a while, the message on the phone came back, only two words, immediately.

"What can I do in the middle of the night?" The old lady was still talking to the old man.

The old man snorted and glared at his son, "You're not ashamed, you're shameless, your skin is as thick as a city wall!"

Bai Yeqing stood up and put his hands in his pockets, "That's because I inherited your good genes. I heard from my mother that when you were young, you didn't know what it meant to be shy when you chased her."

The old man wanted to make his son angry to death, so he turned around and glared at the old lady. Why should we talk about what happened at that time? Now my son is pulling her hair into pigtails! fell shame! Super shameless!

The old lady looked particularly proud when she mentioned the past. "What are you staring at? No one will tell you the truth!"

"..." The old man had nothing to say.

When he turned around, he saw that his son not only did not go out, but instead walked upstairs.

"This brat, it looks like he won't leave until the stars come up."

"Don't worry about it." The old lady pulled the old man, "Now that we have two patients at home, please don't make the house a mess."