Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

"dad……"

When Lu Bingwen saw Lao Lu lying on the hospital bed who was more than two or three points thinner than before, he couldn't help but feel a sore throat.

Lao Lu had just woken up, and his body was inevitably a little weak. He was closing his eyes and resting his mind. When he heard Lu Bingwen's voice, he immediately opened his eyes: "Wenwen, you are here."

"Dad, are you feeling okay now?" Lu Bingwen ran to the hospital bed in three steps, and grabbed Lao Lu's hand.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now. The doctor has come to see you just now." Old Lu happily took back Lu Bingwen's hand and scratched his arm twice, feeling distressed, "Son, you've lost weight."

Hearing Lao Lu's words, Lu Bingwen almost couldn't control his tears.

In fact, since he went to work in the research institute, he has been working regularly every day, and when he comes home at night, there is a small stove opened by Duan Zhuoheng himself. Compared with the time when he was drinking and dancing with a group of friends every day, he is much healthier. Not only did he not lose weight, but he also gained several catties. .

When Lao Lu said this, he felt that after his family went bankrupt, without his protection, his life must be difficult, and his heart ached.

Lu Bingwen quickly shook his head: "I'm not thin."

Lao Lu stared at him, his eyes were a little red.

Ever since he woke up just now and found that he was in the ward of the central hospital instead of the private hospital he often went to, he knew that the family must have financial difficulties, so he was even more worried about Lu Bingwen's situation.

This son of his was brought up with good clothes and good food since he was a child, and he was raised on the tip of his heart. Usually, he would cry and complain to his father and mother that he could not live without his pocket money for a few days. Now that he really has nothing, Lao Lu is naturally I was very worried, for fear that he would not be able to think about doing something stupid for a while.

Now seeing Lu Bingwen appearing alive and kicking in front of him, he was relieved.

"Did someone bully you when Dad was asleep?" Lao Lu asked.

In front of my father, I thought of the days when my home was just sealed up by the court, how all my friends avoided me, and before I met the system, I met those Zhang Wenmao who took advantage of my downfall to step on my feet, A burst of grievance suddenly came to Lu Bingwen's heart.

But seeing old Lu Manhan's concerned eyes, he still sniffed, shook his head and said, "No, I'm living a good life!"

As if to prove what he said, Lu Bingwen even opened his arms specially, so that Lao Lu could see clearly that the clothes he was wearing were still big-name limited editions, and he was still wearing a multi-million dollar watch on his wrist.

Although this outfit is a bit shabby compared to the previous young master Lu's ostentation, but it doesn't look like the state of a down-and-out young master who was bullied.

Only then did Lao Lu feel relieved: "That's good."

Old Lu finally woke up, and Lu Bingwen had been outside alone for so long. When the father and son met, they naturally had endless conversations.

In order to answer Lao Lu's doubts, Lu Bingwen recounted everything from the time he was comatose to the hospital to the present, including why he was transferred to a public hospital and what he is now working in the school's research institute.

As for where he got so much money to buy a house and a car, Lu Bingwen kept in mind the principle of confidentiality mentioned by 7436, so naturally he did not reveal the reason, but made up a lie, saying that a mysterious foreign angel investor took a fancy to him With his identity and contacts, he hired himself as an investment agent in China to help him buy things and invest.

Such a lie cannot be concealed from Lao Lu. Of course, Lu Bingwen knows that he did not tell this lie to convince Lao Lu, but to let Lao Lu know that he has something to hide.

Fortunately, there is still a tacit understanding between him and the old Lu father and son.

After hearing Lu Bingwen's flawed lie, Lao Lu didn't continue to question him. Instead, he patted the back of his hand with some relief and distress, then glanced at the door of the ward, and said lightly: "Since we came together Come on, let him in too."

When Lao Lu was talking about him, Lu Bingwen naturally realized who it was. Following his gaze, he glanced at the door, and then turned around in surprise: "Dad, how do you know?"

"Although your father is sick, he is still not deaf." Old Lu gave Lu Bingwen a look of resentment, and raised his chin towards the door with disgust, "Let that kid come in by himself, I have something to say to him."

Although he had already guessed that Lao Lu would definitely not be in a good mood when he knew about their relationship, but now he didn't have any overreactions other than his dislike of Duan Zhuoheng, which still made Lu Bingwen a little puzzled.

With a trace of confusion, Lu Bingwen walked out of the ward slowly.

Duan Zhuoheng heard the movement, and immediately ran over: "How is it, uncle?"

Lu Bingwen nodded, and when Duan Zhuoheng was half relieved, he dropped a bombshell on him: "My dad then you go in and say I have something to say to you alone."

Before Duan Zhuoheng could breathe a sigh of relief, he lifted it up again in an instant, widening his eyes: "Uncle let me go in by myself?!"

Lu Bingwen can also understand Duan Zhuoheng's mood. After all, although Lao Lu is a gentle and loving father in front of himself, he has always been the decisive Lu Yanwang in front of outsiders, let alone Duan Zhuoheng. The little piggy next door to the Chinese cabbage who got up again...

But according to the current relationship between the two, today's scene will happen sooner or later. Lu Bingwen patted Duan Zhuoheng on the shoulder and encouraged him: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Duan Zhuoheng's eyelids trembled slightly, he was even more scared after being comforted like this, okay?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Duan Zhuoheng pretended to be calm and nodded to Lu Bingwen, and at the same time kept saying in his heart: He is sick and can't hit anyone now, he is sick and can't hit anyone now...

After cheering myself up for a while, I opened the door of the ward with a lonely courage like a soldier on the battlefield, and walked in without looking back.

As soon as Duan Zhuoheng entered, Lu Bingwen immediately put his ear to the door, always paying attention to the movement inside, so as to make sure that if Lao Lu wanted to do something, he would rush in to save people.

But this time his worry didn't seem to come in handy. With that posture, Lu Bingwen listened for a long time, his neck started to hurt, and he didn't hear any special sounds coming from inside.

Lao Lu didn't know what he had talked with Duan Zhuoheng. When Lu Bingwen was allowed to enter, he saw Duan Zhuoheng standing upright by the bed with a serious expression and rosy eyes, as if he had cried.

On the other side of the hospital bed, Lao Lu was very energetic, with the same expression as before, and there was no abnormality in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Bingwen approached Duan Zhuoheng worriedly, and asked him in a low voice.

Duan Zhuoheng shook his head, as if he felt that it was inconvenient to speak now.

However, before turning his head for a second, he was shot by the old Lu Bai on the bed: "Can he, a young man in his twenties, be bullied by an old man like me lying on the hospital bed?"

Duan Zhuoheng paused, and slowly straightened the head that had just been placed on Lu Bingwen's side, and stood like a robot again, motionless.

Lu Bingwen, who thought he knew him very well, was taken aback by this fluid reaction. Since the reunion, he had never seen Duan Zhuoheng look so frightened. Thumb with a word mighty.

Like Duan Zhuoheng throwing a sympathetic look, Lu Bingwen obediently stopped looking at him, sat down beside Lao Lu's bed, picked up the water glass on the side and handed it to him as if to please him: "Dad, you said you have been thirsty for so long, drink it. Some water."

Lao Lu pretended not to see Duan Zhuoheng's eyes that were unwilling to be torn off from his son after being punished, and took the water from Lu Bingwen with a soft snort.

Duan Zhuoheng stood aside for punishment, while Lu Bingwen sat by the bed, and the two of them accompanied Lao Lu to finish today's bottle.

It was nearly twelve o'clock when the nurse came and finished pulling out the needle. Lu Bingwen glanced at Duan Zhuoheng who had been standing in a military posture for more than an hour from the corner of his eye, feeling a little reluctant.

Glancing at Lao Lu secretly, he pretended to be casual and said, "Dad, you just woke up, so I'll stay with you tonight."

The implication is that it's getting late, it's time to rest, and there's no need for someone to continue standing for punishment, you can leave first.

Old Lu twitched the corner of his mouth, and he could see through Lu Bingwen's careful thoughts.

"Okay, you two don't have to flirt with me under my nose, go home and rest quickly."

Lu Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief for Duan Zhuoheng, but he still stayed first: "Let him go back, I will stay here with you tonight."

Lao Lu turned his head away and waved his hands to express his refusal: "Let's go quickly, I have a nurse here."

Lu Bingwen wanted to say something more, but Duan Zhuoheng grabbed his arm and shook his head to tell him not to say anything.

"Okay," Lu Bingwen said helplessly, "then remember to call us if you have anything to do."

Ignoring the "we" in his mouth, Lao Lu teased him with a smile: "Go back and cherish the few days left between the two of you, the two of you will be gone when I leave the hospital another day."

Lu Bingwen pretended not to understand the deep meaning of his words, and laughed dryly: "Haha, Dad, what are you talking about, we two live upstairs and downstairs, neighbors, neighbors."

He wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Lao Lu didn't point it out, just smiled and didn't expose it.

On the way home, Duan Zhuoheng was still driving.

Lu Bingwen sat on the co-pilot and looked at the night scene outside the car for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something, turned his head and reached out to touch Duan Zhuoheng's knee, and asked with concern: "Is it tired after standing for so long?"

The temperature from Lu Bingwen's palm spread to his knees through the not-too-thick trousers, and the touched leg tensed instantly. Duan Zhuoheng forced himself to lick his lips calmly: "No, it's okay."

"Are you all right?" Lu Bingwen raised his eyes.

As if to test whether he was lying, the hand on the knee disheveledly squeezed upwards a few times, while observing Duan Zhuoheng's reaction.

Gradually, Lu Bingwen realized that there was something wrong with Duan Zhuoheng's expression, and the hand pinching his leg slowed down, retreated a little, pinched it again with greater force on the part where his expression changed, and blinked: "Here not comfortable?"

Duan Zhuoheng felt that he did it on purpose, took a breath, slowed down the speed of the car, and stretched out his hand to hold the hand on his leg.

"do not move……"