Quietly giving birth to a cub to amaze his father

Cong Ru opened his mouth, but found it difficult to speak. He said a short "ah", his throat was so swollen that he couldn't speak.

He was transferred to the hospital and lay on a bed in a private ward. He Songyu was wearing a dark green training uniform, with stubble growing on his face, and his sharp eyes were like deep pools.

He dipped a cotton swab in pure water and wiped Cong Ru's white and chapped lips. With a cold voice, like a cold wave, he encouraged Cong Ru, "In the future, eat more late-night snacks, especially barbecues at roadside stalls."

Cong Ru: "..."

At this moment, He Songyu looked very much like a shrewd wife whose husband was fooling around outside, getting drunk, blocking the door of the house and beating people out with a stick.

And the person lying on the hospital bed didn't know about the anger burning deep in his heart. If he hadn't asked someone to deliver him supplements, he wouldn't have known that he was unconscious at home.

Song Zhongye, the son of his benefactor, has his heart hung on his good brother's sister, and he doesn't care about Cong Ru who still wants to lend him money.

After a long time, Cong Ru finally figured out why he was hospitalized. Now he has a sore throat and can't speak, lying on the bed, pulling He Songyu's clothes to tell him not to leave, his eyes longing.

He Songyu: "Mobile phone?"

Cong Ru nodded in surprise.

He Songyu sneered, stood up and rang the bell to notify the doctor to come.

After taking the medicine, Cong Ru's throat improved a lot, and she could barely speak a few words for a short time.

"cell phone."

He was so stubborn that he asked He Songyu to help him bring this human necessity.

Zhou Yang helped send the doctor to him, and went to pick up the patient's meal by the way, leaving He Songyu and Cong Ru alone in the ward.

He Songyu stared at Cong Ru who was sick and weak on the bed. The flesh on his face had been reduced a lot, and his limbs were still slender. Only his belly, which had been taken for a few days, had grown bigger.

He couldn't see what he looked like now. After waking up, the lips that had returned to blood color were torn off by himself, and a little blood came out. He licked it, and it became more complex.

He is like a forbidden descendant raised here by He Songyu, everything is controlled by He Songyu.

"It's something." Cong Ru frowned, licked his lips, tasted the bloody smell on his lips, and kicked He Songyu who was standing beside his hospital bed, "Get in touch."

He had been in a coma for two days and had the illusion that he was dreaming, but his weak physical condition and everything in front of him were not illusions.

After Cong Ruhuan came over, he thought that there were still some things to do. He didn't go to the studio for the past two days and didn't contact anyone. He wondered if Wen Xue and Pang Deyao would be in a hurry.

Li Hui came in relatively timely, and pushed open the door of the ward when Cong Ru and He Songyu were having a temper tantrum, but at that moment he felt that he might as well not have pushed open.

He Songyu let go of Cong Ru's mouth and looked over with his usual expression. Li Hui glanced vaguely at the face of another person on the bed with a bright complexion and slightly panting breath.

After receiving He Songyu's order, Li Hui went to Cong Ru's house to get some of his necessities, while the man went to the bathroom in the ward, Li Hui whispered to Cong Ru: "You don't know how long you have been in a coma, do you? You don't know how worried the boss is about you, do you? You don't know that you have a serious health problem!"

Cong Ru bothered him, but he had just been rectified by He Songyu, and his throat was uncomfortable, so he could only sneer at Li Hui. "what is the problem?"

Li Hui had an expression of "children can't be taught", and kept bluffing, "You are going to be hospitalized for observation, maybe you have some serious and difficult disease, you..."

"Li Hui!"

He Songyu's voice sounded like a ghost, and he almost bowed in fright, "Hey, I, I, I was joking with him..."

Cong Ru looked at He Songyu who came out of the bathroom, and he said word by word: "You, go, toilet, toilet, no, flush, water, ah?" They came out quietly.

He Songyu saw a cynical and casual smile on the corners of his eyebrows and mouth again, which was much prettier than lying on the bed with a white face and not speaking.

He still has mental skin, and he seems to be much better, not to the point of being terminally ill.

Li Hui was kicked out, He Songyu was trimming his beard inside, came out when he faintly heard Li Hui threatening Cong Ru, gave Cong Ru a cold look, and went back in, ignoring his words.

Cong Ru snorted and sat up from the bed. At that moment, he felt extremely strenuous. His hands had no strength, and his stomach still made him feel a little heavy. His face sank into the water at that moment.

Serious diseases... Could it be that his stomach looks like a ball, his stomach cancer is distorted, and it grows into tumors?

When He Songyu came out of the bathroom, he saw Cong Ru slowly lift up his clothes with his eyes closed, and carefully lowered his head to open them.

The round belly was glowing white and fleshy, he even patted it with his hands, the crisp sound made He Songyu's eyelids twitch inexplicably.

"Ha..." Cong Ru breathed a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death, I thought I had a tumor on my stomach." As soon as he finished speaking, his throat hurt.

He Songyu reprimanded him coldly, "What nonsense."

Cong Ru was slightly taken aback, he had just cleaned himself up, his hair was dripping with water, his handsome face was majestic, and the training uniform on him looked like he had just stepped off the battlefield, very imposing, like the head of a big family.

Cong Ru simply typed it to him, "Look, does my stomach have a ball? Is there a tumor on the inside, which can't be seen from the outside."

The more He Songyu looked at it, the colder his eyes became, his brows were like a river, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll ask the doctor to cut it open for you to see what's inside."

Cong Ru was frightened, he pressed the phone screen fiercely, and read the voice to He Songyu, "Are you speaking in human language, I might be terminally ill, and you still want to cut my stomach?"

He Songyu grabbed his face, "Shut up. Who told you about your terminal illness?"

Cong Ru's eyes turned to the door and began to complain.Li Hui, it's Li Hui.

Li Hui: ... Grass.

He Songyu actually couldn't confirm what kind of disease Cong Ru had. He was just sent to the hospital today, and he just finished the examination in the morning, and the specific results haven't come out yet.

And he didn't think Cong Ru had a tumor on his stomach, he thought he just ate too much and started to grow flesh.

It was because he didn't eat clean supper that day that he fainted for two days due to food poisoning.

Cong Ru: "That fungus is delicious, it's all cooked, why are there toxins?"

He Songyu glanced at the words he typed, "You should be lucky that it only has the effect of making people stunned."

Cong Ru nodded guiltily, "If you die, woohoo..."

He didn't know that when he said this, He Songyu's heart felt as if someone had stabbed him twice with a needle, with inexplicable fear and heart palpitations, the look in his eyes made Cong Ru suddenly startled.

He grinned: "I'm so lucky, don't you..."

He Songyu held down his Adam's apple until Cong Ru's aching eyelids turned red and there were tears in his eyes before letting go. He couldn't even scold, and sucked his nose. Was he right?

When He Songyu saw him in pain, the fear and palpitations were like relief, which made him feel better, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll eat your tongue and make you dumb."

Cong Ru: "..."

He Songyu: "After you leave the hospital, you can move to live with me."

Cong Ru glared at him, his round black eyes were full of life, and He Songyu said as if he really took a breath: "I don't want to see you dead and no one knows. What kind of grassland do you want? What kind of grassland will I give you?" ,Is it not good?"

……

The medicine prescribed by the doctor is very effective. Cong Ru can speak normally in the afternoon, and he really wants to be discharged from the hospital.

He Songyu came back halfway. He seemed to be participating in a search and rescue operation, but he was the second-in-command. Most of the mission had already been completed, so it didn't matter if he came back early.

Cong Ru was so flattered that he was numb, and felt that He Songyu Pao-you was enough for this job.

He is very grateful to him.

"...Let me sing you a song."

He said to He Songyu.

"...a grateful heart, grateful to have you..."

He Songyu: "..."

"... Comparing hearts."

Cong Ru got out of bed and began to reason with He Songyu, "I'm already cured, I just go home and recuperate, don't go to the hospital, it's a waste of money."

He Songyu: "Wait for the test results."

Cong Ru doesn't like hospitals. He has resisted hospitals since he was a child. Hospitals symbolize death. What is more terrible than death is having no money. If you have no money, you have to go to the hospital. Isn't it begging for mercy from the god of death?

He Songyu refused to let him leave the hospital, so he sneaked away.

In the evening, when He Songyu and Zhou Yang had something to leave, Li Hui was watching the video of the beautiful anchor in the ward, and Cong Ru said to go for a walk in the garden, so he slipped away first.

When Pang Deyao received others, he huddled on a park bench and slept with his stomach in his arms. A man with a mental disorder who picked up waste was staring at him. At that moment, Pang Deyao and Cong Ru's hearts almost stopped.

In the end, I gave the other party some cash and dismissed him.

"Ancestor, what's the matter with you, you made such a big situation while I was not paying attention. What do you want to do, brother, can I feel better?"

An accident happened to Cong Ru, just happened to meet Pang Deyao's nightclub these days, under the supervision of the police, something went wrong in his shop, a few small fishes from other places came to do the kind of tricks in his shop. Bureau deal.

After being reported, Pang Deyao cooperated with the inspection and exported the video of the store to show his innocence. His store is clean, he is a nightclub owner, and his brother is a policeman, so he dare not touch these things.

Because the restaurant should not be closed when you invite people to dinner, Pang Deyao has been squatting in the restaurant for the past few days, keeping guard with An in front of the screen, and cooperating with the police to catch small fish.

He didn't expect that in just two days, his brother had already gone around from the gate of hell.

Cong Ru and his brothers were walking on the overpass, shoulder to shoulder and shoulder to shoulder. The evening wind blew through his hair, which was too long and had never been cut, and his fair skin gave him a sickly, handsome look.He sighed melancholy, "Fatty..."

"Brother seems to be really terminally ill."

In the living room of Pang Deyao's house, Cong Ru lifted up his clothes in front of him, "Look at my stomach."

Pang Deyan's skin twitched, "What is this, it's bulging like a ball?"

"Hey." Cong Ru slapped the racket, "Brother, as expected of my brother, I just said it was a ball, and He Songyu insisted that it was my fat flesh."

He hissed, bent down and hugged his stomach.

Cong Ru's face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat soon broke out on his forehead, "Fuck, it hurts."

He sat down next to the sofa, and it took him a while to recover. Pang Deyao next to him was nervous and didn't know what to do with him, and persuaded him, "Why don't you go back to the hospital? What did the examiner say?"

The doctor told He Songyu all about it, how could Cong Ru know.

"I don't know, I don't want to go." Cong Ru's attitude was very firm, otherwise he would not have contacted Pang Deyao to pick him up, "If it is really terminally ill, the kind that cannot be cured, I will leave the inheritance to you and Dongdong, I wish you in advance Happy wedding to you two."

As soon as he said this, Pang Deyao smiled wryly, "What year did that girl Wen Xue have left for you, and I still have more to suffer, if you are a brother, you can give me a long life..."

Cong Ru patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "It's okay, when I die, I will be her past tense, you guys live well, come and see me every festival day"

His phone was vibrating crazily.

Cong Ru put the phone into Pang Deyao's hand as if he was being burned, and ordered, "You pick it up."

Seeing Pang Deyao with the three big characters He Laogou displayed on it: "..."

"where."

He Songyu's voice on the other end was extremely calm, but it also signaled the imminent crisis.

Pang Deyao swallowed hard, and said under Cong Ru's encouraging eyes, "He, Mr. He, hello..."

He Songyu was silent for a moment.

Pang Deyao said with an awkward smile: "Well, Congcong doesn't like the hospital and doesn't want to go back. He said he didn't feel uncomfortable, so he won't go back. If the test results come out, you are free, read it, just tell him . that's fine too."

Cong Ru gave his brother a thumbs up.

A cold snort made Pang Deyao and Cong Ru stare at the phone as if facing a formidable enemy at the same time, like a ghost seeking life, He Songyu said sharply: "Really, why didn't he say it himself. Others, let Cong Ru answer the phone .”

He chanted the word "Cong Ru", like turning Cong Ru's heart into a drum, beating loudly.

"What, what are you doing?" The voice was bluffing, and Pang Deyao exchanged glances with him, feeling that his brother's aura would be outmatched in an instant.

He Songyu: "Where is it?"

"Don't make me ask a third time. I can find out. If you don't want me to smash your ass, go back to the hospital."

When Cong Ru heard him repeatedly saying that he was going to "beat his ass to pieces", he felt hot all over. He hated his unsatisfactory body. Why did he feel itchy when he was hooked? He was terminally ill.

For the first time, Pang Deyao knew that the love between brothers and men was so fierce.

When He Songyu's car was parked downstairs at Pang Deyao's house, Cong Ru was vomiting in the house, and He Songyu went in to find him in the bathroom.

The tears that Cong Ru vomited were tears, and the snot was snot. When he turned his head and looked at He Songyu with his neck up, he was like a rebellious child who had been tortured and wronged. He silently prayed to others and loved me.

"Did the test result come out?"

he asked hoarsely.

"The cause of your coma has been found out. There is nothing serious about it. The stomach needs to be checked separately."

Cong Ru vomited, his whole body was weak, and he had no strength. It was He Songyu who helped him to go downstairs. He was tall, and if he carried Cong Ru on his back, he would bump into bumps.

In the car, Pang Deyao hesitated to speak beside him, Cong Ru waved at him, He Songyu came alone, closed the window and took him back to the hospital.