The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter Twelve

Wen Yu did not know how long he had sat on the floor of the small room. His limbs were cold and stiff.

There is no heating in Yuncheng.

He never knew that the winter night party in Yuncheng was so cold. The memories in his brain circulated back and forth. At the end of the blank, he propped up the corner of the table and wanted to stand up, because it was frozen stiffly, and he fell back heavily. Wen Yu's face was pale, but he didn't feel pain and cold, stiffly supporting the floor, wearing slippers, and staggering to rush out.

The happy family in the memory has been broken, and the rushed rushed out. Wen Yu stood in the night and looked back blankly. The community behind him was dark. He could not tell where his home was.

Blinking eyes, holding back tears.

Wen Yu took a taxi and sat numbly in the car.

The driver saw the boy in the thin pajamas through the rear mirror, thinking that he was arguing with the family, who originally wanted to persuade him to go home, but he didn't know why, but he couldn't say it. The teenager was so sad.

"Where to go?"

Where to go? Where can he go now? Wen Yu's reaction was slower, and he didn't know what to say. His brain was numb and his stomach was burning, but his body and spirit seemed to be separated.

"Here, boy." The driver parked the car at the door, and repeated it when he saw the child behind him, and for some reason, looking at the child's blank look and feeling pitiful, could not help saying: "What kind of hard work can pass, everything will be fine."

Wen Yu only reacted and muttered, "Here?" He didn't know where he was going.

Looking through the window to the outside, the bright revolving door, and the word-Yunding Hotel.

Uncle Zhao.

These three words seem to bring temperature directly into the bottom of my heart, dispelling the coldness of the limbs. Wen Yu touched his clothes and whispered: "I didn't bring the money out." He looked at the driver, "Master, can I borrow my mobile phone?"

The driver was thinking about not wanting money, but then thought about it, waiting for someone to come and pick it up. Do n’t get out of the way and get the phone unlocked.

Wen Yu thanked, holding a mobile phone in his hand, suffocating, and dialed Uncle Zhao's especially memorable phone.

"Which one."

With a familiar indifference and commanded tone, Wen Yu held his mobile phone sorely, and said in a low voice: "I--" The voice is sour in a single word.

"Wen Yu? What happened?"

He could be heard by only one word. The warmth gradually thickened, Wen Yu lowered her eyelids, "I'm at the door of the hotel, I didn't bring money."

"wait for me."

The cold words cut the phone. Wen Yu returned the phone to the driver and looked at the door of the hotel, but after more than a minute, he saw a familiar figure. Wen Yu couldn't bear it anymore. When he opened the door, he rushed into Uncle Zhao's generous arms in.

The night of grievances, pain, struggling, inferiority, all emotions broke out in front of Zhao Zheng, crying and choking, unable to catch his breath, saying nothing is sad to cry.

Zhao Zheng held Wenyu tightly, his hard face moved. At this moment, he asked himself for a second to uncover Wenyu's scars, but he quickly calmed down and touched Wenyu's head with his big hand. Yu Wen buried in his chest and wept.

Beckoned, the doorman at the gate came, Zhao Zheng took out the money and handed it over, signaling the doorman to pay the taxi.

The doorman took the found change and turned back to see the black figure back and hug the crying aggrieved teenager.

Zhao Zheng put the person on the bed and reached out to touch Wen Yu's cold feet. The child came out wearing only a pair of slippers. Wen Yu shrunk his feet, crying red eyes with shyness, Zhao Zheng smiled, " Now I know I am embarrassed, who just held me sad crying at the door? "

The grayness flashed in Wen Yu's eyes. Zhao Zheng pulled the quilt around him. He sat next to him, even with the quilt in his arms, and always said coldly: "Nothing in this world needs you to be sad, everything is there. I."

Zhao Zheng patted Wen Yu's back and put the person on the bed, "Sleep."

Wen Yu was tired, but couldn't sleep. Seeing Zhao Zheng was going, he took Zhao Zheng's hand tightly.

"I won't leave you behind." Zhao Zheng whispered. Watching Wen Yu fall asleep, the child is now timid and inferior and coquettish-thinking of this, his eyes are slightly cold, thinking that the couple is raising Wen Yu in this way.

But within half an hour, Zhao Zheng found something was wrong, Wen Yu was hot all over, and he was talking in a muddled voice. Hearing what he heard carefully, don't leave him behind, he would obey, he was not a monster.

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly, reached out to hug Wen Yu, and the two disappeared from the room instantly.

At 6:10 in Beijing, the haze shrouded the cold wind.

In the Dean's Office of Renai Hospital, Lu Feng had just finished an operation. He didn't sleep for a night. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. In fact, since his body slowly recovered, myopia was better, but he was used to wearing glasses .

After looking at the time, Lu Feng thought that his lover would still be asleep, and he did not plan to call anymore. He carried away his jacket and planned to go back and still have breakfast for Huating and Huahua.

There was one more person in the deserted office, and the man was holding a blushing teenager in his arms.

Lu Feng was frightened by the sudden appearance of people, waiting to see who was coming and put down his coat. Zhao Zheng spoke first, "He has caught the cold."

"I have a look." Lu Feng looked at the man with a serious expression on his face. "The burn is very serious. Go out first. I will arrange a ward examination."

After everything was arranged properly, Wen Yu was lying on the hospital bed, dripping.

Lu Feng and Zhao Zheng were in the outer living room. Zhao Zheng could look at Wenyu on the bed through the glass window. Lu Feng saw him next to him and looked at it, saying, "It's him? Did you find it?"

"Huh." Zhao Zheng said coldly.

Lu Feng had gone abroad for exchanges and had just returned, not knowing that Wen Yu had also been to the hospital before. He looked at Zhao Zheng and said, "Congratulations, but he has some gastritis. After that, try to eat lighter, eat more and eat less, and this child's immunity is low. In the future, change the season and pay more attention." Zhao Zheng hesitated, Zhao Zheng looked Locked on Wen Yu, said lightly: "Speak."

"Do you know his body?" Lu Feng said euphemistically.

Zhao Zheng nodded, and Lu Feng felt relieved, saying, "My lover is also concerned about him more."

"I know."

Upon seeing this, Lu Feng no longer spoke, turned to take the ward door, and saw Zhao Zheng standing in front of the window. He couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect such a ruthless person to value a person like this, but also, who let Wen Yu be. ...

When Wen Yu woke up, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable, his throat was sore, and his eyes were in a strange environment. He reacted for a while, and then remembered all the things last night. He went to Uncle Zhao.

Is this a hotel?

"Woke up."

With a familiar voice, Wen Yu turned his head and looked at it. Uncle Zhao was relieved in his heart, and said in a dry voice: "Uncle, where are we?"

"Hospital." Zhao Zheng handed it over with a drinking glass, Wen Yu took two sips, his throat was a lot softer, whispered, and his face was gray, and his bright eyes were also dim.

When Zhao Zheng didn't see it, the room was silent for a moment.

It didn't take long for the door to open, and the housekeeper came in carrying the insulation pot and bowed to Zhao Zheng first. Then he said, "Master, I burned a pot of porridge. You drink it first."

"I have no appetite-" Before Wen Yu finished speaking, he heard Uncle Zhao coldly said: "Drink it yourself, or I will give you."

Wen Yu heard sour eyes, but the housekeeper was anxious, and wanted to persuade the young master to be ill. Where can I say this, he listened to the young master stubbornly said, "I drink."

"Good." The housekeeper quickly poured the porridge, and Zhao Zheng next to him saw that the bowl was six points full, and blocked it, saying: "Give me."

The steward handed the bowl carefully, and his eyes widened greatly. When he saw the master holding the bowl and spoon, he fed the porridge by himself. He suddenly had a ‘Tianlulu’ expression on his face, but neither of them bothered to pay attention to him.

Zhao Zheng obviously does not take care of others. The porridge is hot. He scooped the spoon and handed it to Wen Yu's mouth. Wen Yu was so hot that he licked his lips.

"Hot?"

"Ok."

Wen Yu's expression was dull and he was fed a bite. Upon seeing this, Zhao Zheng handed over the bowl to the housekeeper, and said coldly, "You go down first."

There were only two people left in the room. Zhao Zheng stared at Wen Yu, who was silent, and suddenly stood up, his face ugly, but after a while he admitted to sitting on the bed, holding a dumb text. Yu was in her arms.

The voice was deep and firm.

"I am your home, and I will never give up on you."

Wen Yu grabbed Zhao Zheng's shirt, there was no sound, but tears had come out, he was crying, low, like a small beast abandoned.

"I have no home, no one wants me, I have no home ..."

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, but just patted Wen Yu's back. From the rusty to the current skill, the chest and the chest had been wet, and even a slight pain in his mouth. This feeling has never been felt before.

Silent crying makes people worry.

Until Wen Yu fell asleep, there were still tears on his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and his mouth was dry and bursting, but one day, Wen Yu was tortured to this look, completely his long-term belief collapse.

He is physically impoverished, and his self-confidence, sunshine and optimism all come from the warmth of the family. In order to be worthy of his parents, he must be strong and vigorous.

Parents love him.

But I didn't expect all this to be false.

In the past, he cared about his parents, criticized him for not being male or female, and rejected each other's blame. He was like garbage, and everyone hated it.

Even in a dream, Wen Yu's brows were tightly locked.

Zhao Zhengju looked down at Wenyu on the bed and waved his hand. Wenyu on the bed and him disappeared from the ward in an instant, and he reached the bedroom of the villa in a blink of an eye.

"Home, be good, go to sleep." Zhao Zheng touched Wen Yu's tight brows and said lowly.

The originally closed eyebrows seemed to hear peace of mind and slowly spread out.

Got home.

The author has something to say:

Well, Wenyu now has only one home.

Will be sweet

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