Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

Wei Ning left reluctantly. Wei Yan looked at his father on the hospital bed, feeling a little worried, and waved to Wei Mingyang before leaving, "Mingyang, come out, uncle will have a few words with you."

Wei Mingyang frowned, and followed Wei Yan out with his grandfather's nod.

"What's the matter, uncle?"

In the corridor outside the ward, Wei Mingyang and Wei Yan stood by the wall, talking in low voices.

"It's nothing." Wei Yan shook his head, and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hands, "It's just that you haven't taken care of patients, so I'm a little worried, and I want to tell you to call me if anything happens. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"So that's how it is." Wei Mingyang heaved a sigh of relief. Bu Hanxiu had made him nervous these past few days, and he thought that his uncle would also tell him about the family property.

Now that the uncle didn't mention it, he felt that the uncle was more kind than before.

In fact, his uncle had nothing scary other than his aura, and he didn't understand why every time he saw his uncle, he felt uncertain.

Probably, it may be because, every time the uncle fails to do business and comes back, the whole person is rather sad?

Wei Mingyang looked at the uncle with a bitter face, and felt really pitiful. After thinking about it, he passed a note, "Uncle, I think you can look for this person."

"Huh?" Wei Yan took Wei Mingyang's note, looked down and squinted, "Jin Youxin? Is he... a fortune teller?"

"Yes, that's right." Wei Mingyang nodded vigorously, "His stall is under the overpass in the city center. I heard that he is very accurate in fortune-telling. He should be able to find you the noble person who is destined for you."

Wei Yan frowned, his face turned a little blushing because of Wei Mingyang's words, and then turned blue, "Why do children believe in fortune-telling?"

Wei Yan wanted to return the note to Wei Mingyang, but Wei Mingyang took a few steps back and refused to take it back, "I have already given you your birth date, uncle, but they just want to see you with their own eyes. face."

"No, I don't believe this."

"Uncle, when you go back tonight, go around and have a look. Anyway, you are on the way. Maybe after you find the nobleman, your luck will become particularly good?"

"No." Seeing that Wei Mingyang didn't intend to take the note back, Wei Yan straightened his face, crumpled the small note into a ball, and threw it into the trash can, "Don't come into contact with these weird things again. s things."

"Ah, this..."

Wei Mingyang looked at the ball of paper thrown into the trash can, and sighed, "Okay, I see, uncle, I'm sorry."

"Hurry up and stay with grandpa." Seeing that he was so lost, Wei Yan felt a little bit sorry for his conscience, raised his hand and rubbed Wei Mingyang's head, "I haven't seen any storms? Don't worry about it, kid."

"I just think you've been unhappy, uncle."

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, and tried hard to pull out a smile, but he was really too gloomy these days, and he couldn't pull out a smile, "No matter how hard the life is, it will pass, go, help me, thank you friend."

"Uncle..."

"Yuehan is a nice person. I'm very happy that Mingyang can make such a good friend."

"Actually, he's not just a friend." Wei Mingyang looked at Yue Han who was sitting in front of his grandfather's bed through the gap in the door, "He's really, really, a very, very good person, uncle."

Wei Yan looked at his nephew suspiciously, and couldn't understand what he meant. Ming Yang looked at Yue Han with different emotions, including admiration, trust, and...

Wei Yan seemed to understand something for a while, but this kind of thought shocked him, he shook his head hastily, and got rid of the idea that Mingyang liked Yuehan.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you too tired?"

Wei Yan raised his hand and pinched his temple, "I'm probably a little tired, so I'll go back first, you stay here with grandpa, if you're tired, remember to rest, you're not in good health either."

"Okay, uncle."

Seeing the back of Wei Yan leaving, Wei Mingyang smiled, turned around, opened the door cautiously, and entered the ward.

Mr. Wei had already fallen asleep at this time, his breathing was even, and his complexion was much rosier than before.

But even when he was asleep, one of his hands still held Yue Han's hand tightly and refused to let go.

"How is grandpa?" Wei Mingyang asked after entering the room, putting his chin on Yue Han's shoulder.

Yue Han directly raised his hand and pushed his chin away from his shoulder, "Hush your voice, your grandpa just fell asleep."

"Oh." Wei Mingyang responded, and put his chin on Yuehan's shoulder again.

Yue Han was helpless, turned around and kissed his lips quickly, "Okay, don't make trouble, don't be mad at your grandpa."

"I know, I know, but sooner or later we have to talk about this relationship." Wei Mingyang moved his chin from Yue Han's shoulder obediently, "My grandpa is very open-minded and won't say anything."

"I know that the old man is very open-minded and nice, but he will always worry about you."

Yue Han anxiously felt the pulse of Old Master Wei, and made sure that he was fine, so he wanted to pull out the grasped hand.

But as soon as he moved here, Mr. Wei seemed to have noticed it, and the strength in his hand increased a little, and Yue Han felt a little painful. He was afraid that he would wake up the old man, so he just grabbed it casually.

Wei Mingyang lay on the side of the bed, looking at Yuehan's wrist tightly held by his grandfather, he was full of doubts, "Why does my grandfather always hold your hand?"

"Who knows."

"Is it because you know you are Yue Chengxiang's grandson?"

"I didn't say anything, how could he know..." Yue Han was stunned, and turned to look at the young master who seemed to know everything already, "How did you know?"

Wei Mingyang grabbed Yue Han's other hand, lowered his head and rubbed it again and again, "Because at dinner that night, when grandpa said the word Yue Chengxiang, your eyes hesitated a little, and when others saw it, not come out.

But how could I not see it, and you were so nervous that you moved your index finger at that time. When you are nervous, your index finger will move, just like just now, you twitched. "

It's just because of such a subtle expression that he knows that he is lying, his child is as capable as he thinks, and he is so thoroughly understood, really...

Yue Han smiled helplessly, "Sometimes it's not good to know someone too well."

"Because you know me so well, I just don't want to lose to you." Wei Mingyang puffed up his cheeks, "I was still waiting for you to tell me, but you didn't tell me after you got home."

"Because I feel like I have nothing to say."

Wei Mingyang nodded, "That's right, there's nothing to say, because it's enough for you to be more tolerant, your identity doesn't matter at all, I just don't like you keeping it from me."