Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

After receiving the news of the accident, Xiao Mohan suppressed the matter and hurried over with Wenshui. When he saw his son's appearance, his heart was cut like a knife.

Although Xiao Mohan couldn't express it, he was suffering in his heart.

"Let me check carefully again." Wenshui whispered, doing another detailed physical examination for Xiao Yijue, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He whispered: "After my assessment, it is possible that he was too tired and fell asleep."

"I have treated the injury on his hand and disinfected it. It should be fine." Wenshui said, wiping his fingertips.

Xiao Mohan was still worried. He said in a deep voice: "Let's take a look when he wakes up."

"Well, I will keep watch," Wenshui said. ,

Xiao Mohan, however, stayed at the bedside for a whole day and night without seeing Xiao Yijue wake up.

"Xiao Yijue, I am daddy." Xiao Mohan reached out to pick him up, looked at his sleeping son, his voice was slightly trembling, and whispered: "Although daddy is strict with you, he hopes that you will become better." powerful."

"We, the Xiao family, have responsibilities on our shoulders, and we cannot relax for even half a second." Xiao Mohan said.

He held Xiao Yijue in his arms, his big hands trembling, and said in a deep voice: "No matter how you are now, Dad hopes you will be strong and wake up soon."

Xiao Mohan never expressed his feelings for his son to anyone. He believed that boys should be strong, but at this moment he was afraid!

Xiao Yijue, who was held by him, fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes after a long time.

"Dad." He pinched Xiao Mohan's sleeve with his little hand. It hurt when he touched the scar. He moved. Xiao Mohan was startled and looked down at him.

"Are you awake?" Xiao Mohan looked down at him and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Xiao Yijue's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were white and bloodless. He shook his head and was held in Xiao Mohan's arms. He held her carefully, wanting to lean against him for a while.

"I'll ask Wenshui to come over and take a look." Xiao Mohan said.

He put Xiao Yijue on the bed. Xiao Yijue left his arms, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes. He grabbed the corner of his clothes with his little hands and shouted in a low voice: "Dad."

"Huh?" Xiao Mohan heard his low voice and looked at him doubtfully.

Although Xiao Yijue's little hand hurt, he still couldn't bear to let go.

"Little Yijue will be strong." Xiao Yijue said. Xiao Mohan saw the disappointment in his eyes and said, "Dad will stay with you and won't leave."

Xiao Yijue's eyes suddenly lit up as he listened, feeling happy and uneasy at the same time.

"Yeah." Xiao Yijue responded before letting go of his little hand holding the corner of his clothes, feeling a little nervous.

Watching Xiao Mohan's leaving figure, he was deeply afraid that Xiao Mohan would just leave and leave him alone. He stared at Xiao Mohan until Xiao Mohan disappeared.

"Dad." Xiao Yijue struggled to get up from the bed and ran out with bare feet.

Standing in the wind, looking at Xiao Mohan's figure, he ran a few steps and looked at it from a distance.

"Young Master, you are injured. You cannot run around. I will take you back to your room." Seeing this, the bodyguard quickly stepped forward and said to him.

Xiao Yijue stood there silently, neither moving nor paying attention to him.

The bodyguard was very embarrassed. It was neither a hug nor a hug.

He looked into the distance with an appraising gaze. It wasn't until Xiao Mohan walked back that Xiao Yijue moved. He was carried back to the room by the bodyguard and laid down on the bed.

"I said I wouldn't leave, you have to learn to believe it." Xiao Mohan whispered to him after returning to the room.

Xiao Yijue listened silently...