Chapter 642

Jingxuan lay in bed, still shouting hungry.

Without a pause, Tang Xiaoran hurriedly boiled the rice noodles he brought back and brought them to him.

Smiling, Jingxuan took the bowl and ate.

Tang Xiaoran was a little nervous. He kept looking at the time and scolded himself. He didn't see it. What's the tension?

When he finished eating, Shen Ya called again: "it's downstairs now."

She quickly opened the window again. Jingxuan ate a mushroom smell in the ward, and then took out the garbage.

Jingxuan sat on the bed, imitating his father's appearance. With a small hand, he tore off his sick clothes, then shook his head hard, messed up all his hair, pinched himself twice and fell down.

It was done here, and the door of the ward was pushed open.

Su Zhengxiao came in and stepped directly into the sick bed.

Jingxuan pretended to be asleep without any reaction.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes fell on Jingxuan and stared at his small face. His voice was heavy, like a stone pressing on it: "it's only a few days. I've lost so much..."

Jingxuan quietly licked his lips.

The hand grabbing cake the day before yesterday was delicious, and the hot and sour noodles yesterday were also good. Today's rice noodles are a little salty, and the chicken fillet is a little oily.

He closed his eyes deeply, stroked his tender cheek with his thick fingers, then went out and rushed directly into the attending doctor's office: "how's my son?"

The doctor looked a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

After all, Mr. Huo explained, but it is also true that the child is not ill.

Such hesitation and embarrassment fell into the eyes of Su Zhengxiao, but it became a default response to his serious condition.

The tender flesh of his heart and his chest were in bursts of pain.

Take out the mobile phone from the pocket of your suit pants and dial it directly to the United States:

"I want you to be the most authoritative doctor in cardiology. The most advanced technology and capital are not a problem. The plane will pick you up immediately. Be sure to get to Hong Kong before 6 p.m. tomorrow!"

He saw Maggie's condition that day. He couldn't run or jump. He always looked pale and gasped from time to time.

He can't let his son become like this again!

All the people of the Su family have left. Now only he and Jingxuan are left. How can he let his son have something to do?

If he wants to lose his fortune, he will cure it!

What can money count in front of life?

He can have no money, but he can't have Jingxuan!

Then he turned and walked back to the ward. Su Zhengxiao sat by the hospital bed. The lines on his face were very cold. He held Jingxuan's small hand and hung his head.

As the saying goes, a man's tears don't flick. It's not that he doesn't flick, but that the time hasn't come.

Jingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel some warmth and moisture on the back of his hand.

Did dad cry?

He was distressed, pretended to hum, slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "Dad, you're back."

Quickly, Su Zhengxiao straightened up, and his broad back was very straight. Compared with that just now, he was different: "what's wrong?"

No matter how anxious and painful he is, he can't show himself at all.

At this time, he is Jingxuan's dependence and his heaven and earth.

How can children feel safe when the world is soft?

"I want to pee..." he snorted.

Hearing the speech, he immediately bent down and picked up Jingxuan.

Maybe it was psychological. He always felt that Jingxuan became so light and really became so light: "didn't you eat well during this time?"

Jingxuan shook his head: "I don't want to eat, I can't eat."

He clenched his cheeks and unconsciously tightened his hands holding Jingxuan.

The veins on his back burst, and the next second seemed to burst. Su Zhengxiao endured it hard.

After solving the physical needs, Jingxuan squinted comfortably, and then was carried back to bed by Su Zhengxiao.

Standing in the dark, Tang Xiaoran clearly reflected the scene in front of him.

Seeing Su Zhengxiao again, she was very nervous in her heart. In addition, after seeing his look at this time, she couldn't help being more nervous, and her fingertips were shaking gently.

But the next thing can't be avoided. Should she always stand behind her?

After thinking about it, she finally took out her courage and went out.

Hearing the sound, Su Zhengxiao turned back, his eyes were neither hot nor cold, not far away: "Jingxuan will be fine!"

Is he comforting her?

Tang Xiaoran was a little more nervous.