Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

Looking at Ye Minghong's back, Zheng Ming stammered: "I, I, I don't go to work during this time, so I want to take care of you."

"Did Yue Han ask you to do this?"

Zheng Ming hurriedly shook his head, "No, I..."

"He is an old Chinese doctor, he has not finished worrying about his own affairs, so he came to worry about mine." Ye Minghong chuckled twice, "I have nothing to worry about, I will go back to be the young master of Ye's family soon, With all the properties of the Ye family in his hands, it is too late for others to envy him."

Zheng Ming was stunned for a moment, "But, you don't like those."

"But after doing so much, I don't have to work so hard, right? Even my wife is prepared for me at home, and I can return to a normal life. A lot of people want to carry my shoes behind. "

"But you don't like it."

"I don't like it?" Ye Minghong turned to look at Zheng Ming again, "Yeah, I really don't like it, but none of the things I like, the career I like, the people I like, I can get, I work hard I fought, I worked hard, but what did I get?"

"Ye Minghong, don't be like this..."

"Why can't I do this? I am also a young master! What makes you think I have a good temper?" Ye Minghong threw the cigarette butt on the ground angrily.

Zheng Ming looked at the bright yellow sparks from the cigarette butt, subconsciously took a few steps back, his body trembled twice, the wound on his back began to hurt unconsciously, he shook his head, trying to calm himself down, But the pain kept getting worse.

He clenched his hands tightly, tried his best to make a smile, and said: "Then don't make trouble with your body, I bought a medicine jar, I'll make medicine for you, Yue Han said, you will get better after taking these medicines. "

"I don't need you to help me."

"Yes, but you yourself..."

"Who are you to me? I caused you to become what you are now. I am your enemy, the person you hate. You will never forgive me. That's what you said, right?"

Zheng Ming nodded tremblingly, "Yes, I'm right, but..."

"Then you don't need to boil medicine for someone you hate here, no matter how hard I try, you will never like me.

Because I caused you to become like this, causing you to feel pain all over your body even looking at the sparks of a cigarette, I am the person you hate the most. "

"No..." Zheng Ming shook his head vigorously, "That's not the case, Yeye, listen to me."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say, Zheng Ming, we broke up that day."

"Yeye, don't be like this, I was just too angry that day, I shouldn't have attacked you, I shouldn't have scolded you..." Zheng Ming stepped forward to hold Ye Minghong's hand, but he broke free.

"I don't need you anymore, let's go, don't appear in front of me again in the future, all my compensation to you has already been charged into my aunt's bank card today, let's go, I'm very tired, very tired ..."

"Yeye, don't be like this, I shouldn't scold you, I won't scold you again..."

"Go!"

Ye Minghong's roar stunned Zheng Ming completely. He couldn't hold his whole face, so he could only squeeze his lips tightly to hide the pain that he was about to cry, "Then, then I'll give you, give you some medicine Put it in the kitchen."

Ye Minghong looked at his dejected back, and wanted to reach out to hold him, but he still withdrew his hand and held back.

He doesn't want any forced love, and he doesn't want to be staggered by the old man, who obviously doesn't like himself, so it's better not to pester him anymore.

How did he know that Zheng Ming went crazy and had to look for him for three months, how did he know how much Zheng Ming regretted the harsh words that day, all he wanted now was to be safe and see each other again.

But his attitude made Zheng Ming feel like he was in dire straits.

Zheng Ming didn't expect that he would feel so uncomfortable, probably because he was used to being clingy by Ye Minghong in the past, but now he just yelled at him like this, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.

His eyes were red in the middle of the night, and he couldn't find anyone to tell, but in the end he was picked up by his mother back to the ward in the hospital.

"He said he didn't want me anymore, he didn't need me anymore, he didn't let me make medicine for him, and let me go, mom, what should I do? He looks very bad, I'm so worried about him, mom... ..."

He hugged his mother tightly, and wept silently in her arms.

Yuan Fanghua looked at him like this, sighed, and patted him on the back, "When your father was chasing me, I kept him away from me every day, but he was like a dog's skin plaster. No matter how I kicked him out, he would not If you don't leave, if you stick to me, it will be five years."

Seeing that his son was listening carefully, Yuan Fanghua continued: "I didn't know why, but one day I thought he was very handsome, so I married him, and not long after we got married, I gave birth to you. After a while, he got sick and passed away, and I couldn't get used to it, and I couldn't get used to it when no one was clinging to me, mainly because I felt a little guilty towards your father, and I always felt that I didn't love me as deeply as he did."

"But you have always loved him very much, and you will always have his photo by your side."

"Yeah..." Yuan Fanghua raised his hand and touched the necklace with the photo on his neck, and said with a smile: "Isn't it for me to cling to him now? Don't you think so?"

"Mom..." Zheng Ming seemed to understand, wiped his tears with his hands, looked up at his mother, "Then I'll go back and make medicine for him?"

"Such a bitter medicine, if no one gives him a good time, he will definitely not take it. A child from a rich family is very delicate. To treat the person you like, you have to be thick-skinned. Isn't that how Yeye chased you before?" Is it? You can't do it the other way around?"

"Then I'll do it the other way around, and I'll go right away." Zheng Ming hurriedly got up to leave, but when he reached the door, he ran back and hugged his mother tightly, "Thank you, Mom."

"Just don't come back and cry again. You are so old, why do you still like to hug me and cry? If you are uncomfortable or unhappy, you just hug Yeye and cry. When you cry, he must be soft-hearted. He likes you." Yuan Fanghua said with a smile.

Zheng Ming wrinkled his nose and looked at his mother, then grinned again, "I don't cry, I'm a man, no matter how he beats me or scolds me, I don't cry, I let him hold me and cry."

After speaking, he ran out of the ward.

Yuan Fanghua looked at the place where his son left, wondering why he always felt that what Mingming said was a bit strange.

The more she thought about it, the more she blushed, "Isn't it the hug I thought? It's not possible, even if it's a man, you have to confirm the relationship."

Thinking of this, she hurriedly sent a text message to her son, but no one responded for a long time, and she could only sigh, thinking that she might be thinking too much.

She picked up the necklace on her neck, gently opened it, looked at the handsome Mingming's father inside, and smiled softly, "My son's father, we are finally enlightened, you have to bless him."

As she said that, she lowered her head and kissed the photo, her eyes were full of attachment, "I, I want to live longer, so you can wait for me over there, I want to take care of him more, this child, no It's reassuring."