Rebirth: I escort the male god

At six o'clock in the morning, the VIP ward was already busy. Mr. and Mrs. Huo were competing to feed Huo Qiyan porridge. For this, the two people, who were almost a hundred years old in total, almost came to blows.

"Huo Guodong, why are you here to join in the fun? This is what I, a good wife and mother, should do. Get back to work at the company." Huo's mother glared at her husband in dissatisfaction. Why did her son start working with her as soon as he woke up? She had never seen him so active before.

Before Huo Qiyan got into trouble, Huo's father did think that he should be stricter in disciplining his son, but his personality meant he couldn't be a strict father, and he didn't have a close relationship with his son either.

But after this incident, he also thought clearly that the time they spend with their son is limited. If they continue to be arrogant and entangled during this limited time, will they really be able to see their son only on his death anniversary and Qingming Festival every year after he is buried?

And you may not be able to see it at that time.

"I'm not stopping you from being a good wife, but we agreed yesterday that I'll feed Xiaoqi today. How can you break the rules?" Father Huo was no less enthusiastic and retorted directly.

Mother Huo's face turned red after being choked by his words, but she didn't stop her hands at all and kept reaching out to grab the bowl of porridge from Father Huo's hand.

Huo Qiyan was half lying on the hospital bed. Although his face was a little pale, his face was slightly red at this moment. Looking at his parents bickering like children, Huo Qiyan's heart was filled with sadness.

In fact, he could always hear the voices of people around him. He could feel his parents' growing loss, and he also knew that Feng Rucen had quit his job at the hospital for him and went to help him take on GW and Huo's business.

He wanted to open his eyes and tell them that he was fine, but the darkness on his eyelids kept binding him and he couldn't wake up.

Until one day, when he seemed to wake up from a coma, he heard Feng Rucen's mumbling in his ear, saying that his parents were actually arranging a blind date for Feng Rucen. How could he sit still? He tried desperately to tear apart the darkness before his eyes. No one could snatch his man away, not even his parents!

When he finally broke free from the boundless darkness, he saw Feng Rucen, who was always steady, hugging him and crying with tears on her face. At that time, he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands, and his vocal cords had not been used for more than a year, so his voice was very unpleasant, but he still tried hard to express his opinions.

"No...can't..., bro...is...mine...me...alone."

His voice was hoarse, but he spoke each word with great seriousness.

Feng Rucen listened to his slow words, but felt extremely satisfied in his heart, "Well, I am yours."

I finally waited for you, Xiaoqi, and this time, I won’t let you go.

It has been several days since he woke up. During the first two days, his parents and brother kept watching over him, fearing that something might happen to him again.

Huo Qiyan thought it was great at first, as he could stay with the person he loved most every day. But after a while, he found that it wasn’t working. Why?

Because his parents always quarrel over trivial matters, such as who will help him wipe his body and feed him, Feng Rucen is even more so. He doesn't fight for these small jobs, but no one can let him leave his bed.

Later, Huo Qiyan couldn't stand it anymore, so he kicked them all out and only allowed two people to take care of him every day. He could do whatever he wanted with the rest of the time.

Huo Qiyan didn't know what they discussed, but starting from the next day, Feng Rucen went to work, and his parents came to take care of him together. Feng Rucen only came after get off work. On the third day, his parents didn't come, and Feng Rucen was the only one there.

"I made this porridge! Xiao Qi must want me to feed him!"

"Wife, be reasonable. Did you make this porridge? This person's aunt made it, and you just stirred it twice with a spoon before serving."

"I don't care, I've done more than you, let me feed you!"

Seeing that the two old people were about to start arguing again, Huo Qiyan sighed helplessly, "Mom and Dad, I'll drink it myself."

After a few days of rest, his hands began to regain some strength. Although he couldn't lift the bowl, he had no problem holding a spoon.

Unexpectedly, this proposal was refuted by both Huo's father and mother, "No!"

In the end, neither of them could convince the other, so they had to resort to the simplest and most brutal method - rock-paper-scissors.

After two wins in three games, Huo's father finally won and got the chance to feed Huo Qiyan. Huo's mother stood aside with gritted teeth, secretly hating herself for not living up to her expectations.

After dinner, it was not yet eight o'clock and Huo Qiyan began to feel sleepy. Huo's mother and father carefully lowered the bed, packed up their things, and left the ward.

At the door of the ward, Mother Huo whispered to Father Huo, "When you go back, ask Auntie to stew the soup for Xiao Qi to replenish her blood. Bring it to me after get off work at noon. Xiao Qi can only eat liquid food. Remember to only serve the soup, not the dregs, okay?"

"Otherwise Xiao Qi will get greedy if he sees it."

Father Huo: "I see. What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll bring it to you. When I get off work and pass by your favorite Cantonese restaurant, I'll bring you some shrimp dumplings or rice noodle rolls."

Although the son is important, the wife is more important. In the past few days, Huo's mother has not eaten much and has been working non-stop. Her body is almost at its limit and she needs to slowly make up for it.

"No, I have no appetite," Unexpectedly, Huo's mother shook her head and refused, using the excuse that she was not hungry. In fact, she could not bear to see them eat so deliciously, so Huo Qiyan could only have plain soup.

As they have been married for decades, how could Mr. Huo not know what Mrs. Huo is thinking? But he did not continue to persuade her. It would be the same if they ate the same meal in the evening.

When Huo's father came with soup at noon, Huo Qi Yan had not woken up yet. Huo's mother was sitting on a chair beside the bed knitting a sweater, and she would look at Huo Qi Yan who was lying there from time to time.

"Xiao Qi hasn't woken up yet?" Father Huo asked in a low voice.

Mother Huo also lowered her voice and answered, "I got up to go to the bathroom around ten o'clock, and then went back to sleep. It's about time I woke up now."

"Then would you like to have some soup first? Or some porridge?"

"No, it won't be too late to eat after Xiao Qi wakes up."

Seeing that she insisted, Mr. Huo just let her do what she wanted. He just picked up a mango and a pear and found a fruit knife and a clean disposable plate.

After a while, Father Huo prepared the fruit and placed the fruit plate on the bedside table. "If you don't want to eat, eat some fruit. Otherwise, later..."

Before Mr. Huo finished speaking, Huo Qiyan's nose moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around in confusion, and then his eyes were fixed on the mango on the table, with a hint of desire in his eyes...

Father Huo: ...Okay, this little foodie was actually woken up by his greed. He had a premonition, but when this scene really happened, he felt angry and amused at the same time.

Mother Huo looked at him lovingly, "Xiao Qi is awake, do you want to get up and eat something?"

Having said that, he asked Father Huo to serve the soup, and then calmly prepared to move the mangoes on the table away. However, Huo Qiyan, whose eyes had been fixed on the mangoes, suddenly spoke.

"Mom, I want to eat mango, can I?"

Huo Qiyan's eyes were full of pleading, so pitiful and pathetic. The overbearing fragrance of mango kept wafting to his nose, making him swallow his saliva.

Come to think of it, he didn't like sweet things like fruits before, and sometimes he would only eat a few bites under the pressure of Feng Rucen. But now, looking at the golden fruit pieces, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"No, the doctor said you can only eat liquid food this week."

Seeing that Huo's mother rejected him, Huo Qiyan turned his gaze to Huo's father standing beside him.

"Ahem... Xiaoqi, drink the soup quickly. Today's soup is delicious." How could Mr. Huo dare to disobey his wife, so he began to change the subject.

Huo Qiyan looked at the light soup and the porridge that was so thin that no rice grains could be seen, then looked at the plate of fragrant fruit. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly, but he did not continue to make a fuss about eating. He drank the porridge and soup obediently.

Maybe because he was thinking about something, Huo Qiyan didn't have a good appetite. He didn't want to eat anymore after eating two or three bites. No matter how much Huo's mother tried to persuade him, he said he couldn't eat anymore.

"Okay, then when you want to eat, tell mom and she will heat it up for you."

There is a microwave in the ward. Whenever you want to eat something, just put it in and cook it.

"Okay..." Huo Qiyan was not in a good mood. He made the excuse that he wanted to sleep and lay back on the bed. Usually at this time, Huo's mother and others would take the food to the coffee table outside to eat in order not to disturb him.

Sure enough, not long after Huo Qiyan closed his eyes, Huo's father and mother tiptoed to the outer room with food.

After a while, when he could vaguely hear the voices of Huo's father and mother talking, Huo Qiyan quietly pulled up the quilt, took out his mobile phone, and entered Feng Rucen's WeChat.

【Brother, I'm hungry, eat mango.Jpg】

【? ? Want to eat mango? 】

Seeing that the other party was so understanding, Huo Qiyan sent a picture of a cat nodding frantically, but the next second, Feng Rucen sent a picture that just told him to think about it.