MTL - Breaking up, No Joke-Chapter 58

Bai Yu was worried about the problem of the meat in his stomach. He was even more afraid that Song Shiyi would notice it. He took a group of people to pay attention and sneaked into a car and then drove away.

He has no time to think about whether this move will make Song Shiyu suspicious, or he will expose his secrets faster. He is full of eyes at this moment: leave here!

While driving, Bai Yu shook his hand and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Moi, they just tied him up and did not confiscate his personal belongings. "Old Han, it is me..."

Han Ziyu waited for twenty minutes before he gave Bai Yu a wait. He walked up to the front and held the other side. He walked quickly toward the emergency elevator and said, "What the **** is going on?"

"I have been a little bad in the past two days, I am worried..." Bai Yu paused and quickly said things succinctly, his brows wrinkled.

Han Ziyu is a private doctor who helped him deliver the child two years ago. Bai Yu dared to ask for help. It was because the other homosexuals could bear the extra meat like him.

Han Ziyu put Bai Yu on the special elevator of the internal staff, press the floor button, and quickly said: "I have already let people empty the instrument, and I will check it first. If it is... I am afraid there will be problems."

This is a private hospital, the consumption is extremely high, and the degree of confidentiality is also very perfect, so the client is generally wealthy to Huacheng.

Han Ziyu is the dean of this private hospital, so he has the right to arrange a separate examination room and equipment to serve Bai Yu in the shortest possible time.

Wen Yan, Bai Yu grabbed a hand from Han Yuyu, biting his teeth and said in a word: "If it is, keep him!"

Big deal, he completely retired and went back to apologize to the man. Anyway, he will not really ignore himself.

As for Song Shiyi.

Bai Yu subconsciously excluded Song Shiyi from his future life plan.

Han Ziyu sighed. He was also a sly person. Naturally, knowing Bai’s thoughts, he calmed and said: "Well, rest assured."

The words fell and the elevator stopped at the 18th floor.

Han Ziyu took Bai Yu to the bench and said, "I am going to prepare, you are here to wait for me."

Bo Yu nodded weakly, pale face, bowed his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

After Han Ziyu left for a while, the empty corridor suddenly sounded the sound of high-heeled shoes. Then, the woman’s slightly confused voice sounded: "You are, Bai Yu?"

Bai Yu looked up subconsciously and saw the mother of Song, who was standing in front of her, suddenly stiffened and said, "Mr. Song, hello."

Song mother frowned, holding a checklist in her hand and said, "How come you are here?"

Bai Yu was flustered, consciously escaping something, stood up and said, "I am a little uncomfortable. I left first, I am sorry."

Song mother reached out and wanted to stop Bai Yu. "Small Chu is not saying that you have an accident? It is difficult to make a small trick that you made, trying to deceive my son!?" Bai Yu shook his head, crossed the mother of Song, and looked a little confused.

Song Mama frowns, and her face is unpleasant.

As a result, just two steps away, Bai Yu’s foot was soft and slammed into the ground, and then curled into a ball, and he couldn’t say a word.

Song mother suddenly threw the bag in her arm on the bench, walked over, and half-lifted Bai Yu, and said: "What is going on?! Come on! Nurse!"

Han Ziyu heard the sound in the house, his eyes were pumping, and his heart was not good. He subconsciously rushed out, and saw that Bai Yu fell to the ground, suddenly stunned.

Han Ziyu ran over, bent over and grabbed Bai to give it up, and glanced at Song’s mother, saying, “Mrs. Song, you should go back first, here we take care of it.”

Song mother licked her lips, her fingers shook unnaturally, and saw a bright red blood on the ground where she had just lie on her knees. Her eyes widened and she screamed: "How can there be so much blood! Hurry up He sent in, and then he will die!"

Han Ziyu’s heart was cold, and he subconsciously looked at Bai Yu, who was in pain in his arms. He rushed to the operating room in the direction of the operating room. I am afraid that it is fierce.

Mother Song stood in the same place, watching the surrounding medical staff running around, squatting on the bench. She took the bag and put it on her arm and muttered: "He has no wounds on his body. There may be so much blood?"

"How could there be blood?..."

The unreasonable Song mother left the hospital with doubts. She really wanted to stay and see what the reason was, but her heart was not very good at Bai Yi’s impression. I thought about it and left.

When Song mother returned to the villa, she just walked into the living room and saw that the Qi brothers who were **** by the five flowers were dragged out by the bodyguards.

Into the living room, Song mother saw two fathers and sons sitting on the sofa to discuss something, went over and said: "Qi Wei they are such a thing?,, a mother Song because many years ago, the kidnapped his father was pushed down the tall building My heart was awkward, and I was very gentle after returning to China. Even after he said that he wanted to enter the entertainment circle, she had to pay for the road to help him.

But she aligns well, and will not violate the meaning of Song Dad. The brothers appeared in the Song family in this way. It must be the instruction of Song Dad, so Song Mother did not intervene.

Song Shi glanced at his father and said, "I still have something to solve in my company. This matter is still let Dad explain it to you."

Song mother nodded and planned to ask Song Dad tonight, because she still has a doubt to ask Song Shiyi.

"Isn't Bai Yu sick?" Song mother said Song Shiyi.

In the Song Dynasty, Emei, remembering the abnormality of Bai Yu who was just in the west of the city, the twilight sank and said: "Have you seen him?"

Song mother muttered: "Yes. He is in the hospital, the blood of a place... This, there is no wound on his body, how could there be so much blood?"

Song Shiyi’s hand fell into a fist, then slowly loosened, and after calmly asking about the name of Song’s mother’s hospital, he hurried out.

Song Dad took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The old man who was rigorous and old-fashioned was dissatisfied with his son’s impulsiveness for the first time. He said, "You enter me with me, I will tell you things."

Song Ms. nodded and left Bo Yi’s things aside and entered the house with Song Dad.

When Song Shiyi drove halfway through the car, he received a call from the company. He had to rush back to the company to process a transnational document.

Weighed it, Song Shiyan calmed his face and turned his head.

Seven hours later, Bai Yu woke up from a coma, and Han Ziyu sat on the computer while typing in the computer.

The two are silent.

Han Ziyu’s voice is dumb, and his eyes are bloodshot: “I’m sorry...” Bai Yu’s hands in the quilt jerked into fists. Before he passed out, he still had some consciousness, and he could feel the blood flowing slowly from the lower body. He noticed that he was afraid...

Even so, he did not want to believe after hearing the apology of Han Ziyu.

Bai Yu’s shortness of breath, his eyes blinked, and the Koreans smiled and said: “I want to stay for a while.”

Han Ziyu nodded and said before leaving: "I remember that the watermelon is almost two years old. If I have time, I will go see him. You should rest, don't think too much."

Bai Yu did not speak, Han Ziyu sighed, and left without saying a word.

Until there was only one person left in the room, he quickly blinked a few times, and the sour feeling of the eyelids was constantly suppressed, and the tingling was very clear.

Tears, from the beginning to the end, did not drop down.

A breeze blew in from the window and picked up the curtains.

The world outside the window rang a tumultuous thunder, but it hasn't rained for a long time.

Bai was shaking his hand and groping for the cabinet by the bed. He hadn't found the cigarette case for a long time, and he gave up.

He buried his face on the quilt, repressed, sad, silently screaming.

“叩叩” heard the voice coming from inside the house, and Han Ziyu pushed the door open.

He had just had a night of surgery, so his face looked very bad. He said, "Someone wants to see you outside."

Bai Yu turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window. He turned his head and nodded and said, "Who?"

"I don't know, he claimed to be surnamed Chu, holding a two-year-old child in his arms." Han Ziyu prepared the tablets and handed them to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu took the pill, took a glass of water, swallowed the pill, and said, "Let them come in."

Han Ziyu knows this afterwards: "Is that child yours?"

Bai Yu nodded.

Han Ziyu went out to call people. He was the chief surgeon at the time of Cao Cao's caesarean section, and personally gave birth to the small watermelon. It didn't take long, because he was going back to Huacheng Hospital, he left the town where Bai Yu was hiding.

He has contacted Bai Yu several times in the past two years, but because both sides are very busy, they have to hang up the phone every time without saying a few words, so Han Ziyu only saw photos of the small watermelon when he was a child.

The time interval is too long, and the child's changes are not the same as when I was a child, so he just didn't recognize the child outside. He was the first child to receive the baby except his lover.

Secretary Chu is somewhat cautious. "Song General is still in the company meeting and can't walk, so he asked me to see you."

Bai Yu nodded and looked at the small watermelon that had been facing away from the door and refused to turn his head. He said, "I am bothering you." The secretary smiled and put the gift box on the table. Said: "You have a good rest, I will go back to the company first. If you can't take care of the children, you can call Song, this is what he told."

Bai Yu nodded, then looked at the back of the secretary who left the small watermelon on the chair and turned to head to Han Ziyu: "You go out first, I will talk to him."

Han Ziyu said: "The child is still young, don't be too strict." After that, he went out.

As a result, just out of the ward, Han Ziyu saw that Chu’s secretary looked at himself with a smile, and raised his eyebrows, knowing the other’s intentions, and deliberately not breaking it. “What’s the matter?”

Secretary Chu nodded with a smile.

Inside the house.

Bai Yu and the small watermelon looked at each other across the bed. It was half-sounding. The small watermelon smeared with tears and sneaked down from the chair and ran in the direction of the hospital bed. The mouth also shouted: , bully bad guys."

When Bai Yu saw that the small watermelon was hard to climb into the bed and was preparing to rush toward himself, he said: "Why did you just ignore me?"

The little watermelon was shocked, half a squat on the bed, and the little face was full of grievances. "Hegemony...baze bad, don't hold the baby" "Oh." Bai Yu couldn't help but sigh and exhausted his eyes. bunk.

The little watermelon smoked his nose and cautiously climbed over, plucked the quilt into the quilt, and then squatted on the belly of Bai Yu, tears: "Hegemony..."

Bai Yu reached out and held the small stove in his arms and kissed his face. "Don't cry, Dad is not feeling well, you sleep with me for a while, okay?"

The small watermelon blinked, and the nest was in the arms of Bai Yu. The chubby hand was gently photographed on the latter's hand to appease.

The father and son are connected to each other, and the child can feel the sorrow of Bai Yu.

Bai Yu shuddered, jerked his head and forced his tears back.

Stabilizing the mood, Bai Yu didn't take long to fall asleep.

Little watermelon didn't sleep well last night. I didn't insist on how long it was. I opened my mouth slightly and fell asleep.

"咔哒" Han Ziyu took the nutritious meal and saw a big one in the bed, a sigh of sigh, gently closed the door and left the Chu secretary to stand at the hospital door, his brow wrinkled.

He hasn't ridiculed a little bit of useful information from Han Ziyu's mouth for a long time, which makes him tell the story of Song after he returns to the company!

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