want to lie to me to love you again

This scene made Song Shi's hands tremble even more.

Song Zhicheng lifted up Fang Zhiyi's shirt, and sure enough, he saw a small dark purple bruise on his back, which seemed to be seriously injured.

"Go, go to the hospital."

"It's okay, it's just knocking, why is it so serious? Ah Cheng, listen to me, don't argue with your father. It's no good." Fang Zhiyi took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Song Zhicheng, and whispered in his ear.But in fact, he was giving him a psychological hint again.

Before that, he had been thinking about what kind of opportunity was needed to make the two father and son Song Zhicheng and Song Shi completely break up, and even interact with each other until they died.He could see that although Song Zhicheng had a bad relationship with Song Shi before, he was still hesitating, always thinking that he was his father after all, so he shouldn't be so stiff.

But now Song Shi hurt himself, which completely touched his bottom line.No one knows better than Fang Zhiyi that "Fang Ying" was more important to Song Zhicheng than his parents when he was a child. No one can touch him, including himself.

But now Fang Zhiyi, in a sense, is the same person as Fang Ying.

That's right, Fang Zhiyi has never felt that the present self and the self more than ten years ago are actually the same person.If Fang Ying in the past was the sun in the sky, then Fang Zhiyi is now an earthworm in the soil, how can they be compared?

"..." When Song Zhicheng heard the last sentence, his body froze for a moment, but he didn't answer, he just said, "Go, go to the hospital."

Then he hugged Fang Zhiyi and was about to walk towards the door. His strength was so unscientific that it hurt Fang Zhiyi's shoulder.

Song Shi stood still, watching the scene quietly, and when the two were about to open the door and walk out, he said, "Stop."

Song Zhicheng stopped with his arms around Fang Zhiyi, but he still didn't look back.

"You just leave like this? Don't say goodbye to Dad. What about the etiquette I taught you?"

"I'm afraid that if I don't leave, I will be beaten to death by you." This sentence is probably Song Zhicheng's outrageous words. Even in the quarrel just now, he tried his best to restrain his temper and didn't say anything too hurtful. .But I didn't expect that my repeated patience, in exchange for it, my father mercilessly raised the ashtray and wanted to smash it at me.

If Fang Zhiyi hadn't run over to hug him back then, would he be lying in a pool of blood now?

At this moment, Song Zhicheng really completely cut off all thoughts about this father.

He had to admit that some people were just hopeless.

When he walked out of the suffocating door with Fang Zhiyi, he swore to himself that he would never step in here again in the future, whether he was dead or alive, it had nothing to do with the people inside.

When they walked out of the yard and made sure that no one would follow behind them.Song Zhicheng heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly let go.Immediately, his eyes turned black and he couldn't stand steadily. If Fang Zhiyi hadn't supported his body in time, he might have fallen to the ground long ago.

"Acheng? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Hmm." Song Zhicheng just said a word, and was about to say something when he suddenly covered his mouth and staggered towards the trash can diagonally opposite.

Before Fang Zhiyi passed, he bent down and vomited there by himself.The heart-piercing retching sounds made Fang Zhiyi's heart tense.

He stood behind and looked at him strangely for a while, then walked over, put his hand through his armpit, and helped him up.Then pat him on the back with the other hand.

"What's going on? Isn't it much better? Why did you suddenly vomit so hard again?"

"Probably...vomit..."

"You better stop talking."

"..." Song Zhicheng saw Fang Zhiyi wiping the sweat off his forehead while he was vomiting, and couldn't help but soften his heart, and said softly, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Then he looked down at his still flat belly, and felt even more that the arrival of this child might not be a bad thing.

People always want to look forward to a better future, don't they?

Originally, Song Zhicheng couldn't take medicine because of his pregnancy. During this time, he felt that his depression was getting worse. There were several times when he felt that he couldn't keep going, but every time he thought of the child, some bad emotions disappeared in an instant. .

Maybe the little baby really is the cure.

Child... Child... May I call you Xiaoxi?The "xi" of hope.

"Ah Cheng? Ah Cheng? What are you thinking?"

"Huh? Nothing."

"Xiaoyi, do you like children?"

"..." Fang Zhiyi's expression was abnormal for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. He smiled at Song Zhicheng and said, "I like it."

"Do you really like it?"

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it. Because... yes, because when the baby is born, I will take it by myself, and I promise not to disturb you. I also know that you have insomnia. "

"How do you know?" Fang Zhiyi felt very surprised, because every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would see Song Zhicheng sleeping soundly due to physical reasons, and there was no sign of being woken up by himself at all.

So how did he know?

"Actually, every time you get up to smoke, I'm awake."

"You...why didn't you wake me up?" Fang Zhiyi panicked for a moment, because he woke up in the middle of the night and usually did two things.One is to smoke, and the other is to sneak to another room and save some things in the laptop, including writing revenge journals.

So if Song Zhicheng knew about his insomnia, would it be possible for him to find out about it?If found, why not say it?

Thinking of this, Fang Zhiyi looked straight at Song Zhicheng, to see if he could get a clue from his face.

Song Zhicheng looked embarrassed at him, and he tilted his head slightly, "What are you looking at?"

"I think my boyfriend is very handsome, but his face is a little pale, and he has to go back and make up for it. Let's go, go home or go back to the hospital?"

"Go home. Well, go to the hospital and get your back sorted out."

"No, just go home and apply the medicine for me."

Fang Zhiyi's face even looked a little bright under the sun, at least at this moment, it warmed Song Zhicheng's heart.

However, when Song Zhicheng thought about the contents of the notebook he accidentally saw that night, his heart sank again.

"No, go to the hospital, be obedient. If you don't rub your bruises away, there will be problems. I don't have so much strength right now."

"I'll go see it myself. I have to send you back first. Look at you now, how can you still have the energy to accompany me to the doctor?"

"..." Song Zhicheng weighed his half-disabled body, and didn't dare to say anything else, but don't send people to the hospital, he fainted instead.