big belly rushing forward

(One)

Finally got into the room, all thanks to his son, Rick hugged his son happily and kissed him fiercely, then lay on the sofa, Alves had no choice but to turn on the water in the bathroom.

It's rare for Wyke to be so happy, and it's hard for Alves to drive people away. Let's talk to Rick after his son goes to school tomorrow!

Thinking of how he lost control in the parking lot just now, Alves couldn't help but touch his forehead. Didn't he agree to face it calmly?Doesn't getting angry mean that you care about him more?

After coaxing his son to fall asleep, Alves breathed a sigh of relief and signaled Rick to go out of the balcony.

Some things are better explained earlier.

"Al!" Rick finally couldn't help it after holding back for a day, holding Alves from behind, his palms were sticking to his abdomen, stroking back and forth, and he could faintly feel the incision on the abdomen through the thin clothes.

When Rick touched a place that he didn't even dare to touch, Alves was startled, and quickly pushed him away, lowering his head to cover up his panic.

"You don't want to come here anymore, go back to the United States! Don't waste time on me, it's useless." Alves said with drooping eyebrows.

In fact, for more than a year, he was often moved and wanted to be with him regardless of everything, but reality and heart kept reminding himself.

"Why? For more than a year, you haven't been moved at all, haven't you wanted to forgive me at all? How can it be a waste to use it on you?" Rick was so excited that he grabbed his shoulders, wishing to shake Up and down, shake people back.

"Rick, why did you become so irritable? It's not like you at all." Alves said speechlessly.

"..." Rick was speechless, yes!He has become very irritable in the past two years, and he feels that he is sick.

"Go back to the United States! We broke up. If you continue to entangle me like this, it will only annoy me more. It's better to get together or meet again next time, and I can greet you." Alves said, took a deep look at him, and then turned away He put his body and hands on the balcony, looking at the street lamps downstairs, and his expression was a little sad.

"You still chased me when I knew there was a son?" Rick's eyes were full of injuries.

He thought that Alves would forgive him for the sake of the child, but it turned out that he was thinking too much.

After chasing for more than a year, he dare not say how much he has paid, but he believes that Alves must have seen it all.

"Wyke, you can come and see him, but we...it's really impossible." He really didn't want to repeat the same mistakes again, he was afraid of the feeling of gaining and losing.

"why?"

"There is no reason, we may not be from the same world, your family has a great career, I am just a little doctor, and I will never get along with you, why should I bother myself!" These words were all said to him by Mr. Brown It's too embarrassing to mention it now.

These words should not be said by Alves. He knew the details of his wealth before the relationship, so how could he find out and say it after so many years!

Suddenly remembered Nangong Yuan's words, his father had approached Alves, and thought about it, his father's words would not be very pleasant, so these words against his will were copied from his father?

"That's what my father said!" Not a question, Rick said with certainty, frowning.

"Is there a difference? Even if it is, then he is right." Alves lowered his eyes, not wanting him to see his fragility, or before he would hug him tightly for comfort, but now he won't, once I really can't leave without looking back.

In the past few years, he has gotten used to ease, most of his friends are here, he doesn't want to live in hiding, let alone now that he has a child.

"My father, he is sick, and now he is lying on the bed and cannot move, only relying on nutrient solution to maintain his life." Rick lowered his eyes and said cryptically, in fact, his father didn't have much time.

"How could it be?" Alves couldn't believe it. A few years ago, a person who looked tough and didn't even have white hair, how could he become so sick in just a few years?

"It's all his damn habits."

"Then why are you still in China? Come back and be with him..." No one can say life, old age, sickness and death, and he doesn't want Rick to miss anything because of him.

Rick didn't reply, because he was going to the United States the day after tomorrow, and he wanted to be busy with this business, so he told Alves that he wanted him to go back to China with him, but his father let him go after he established a company in China. It was such a meeting that I found out that I already had a four-year-old son.

"Forget it." It has nothing to do with me, so why bother yourself! "Go back! There is no room at home, so I won't keep you."

"Accompany me back to America to see my father!" Rick said.

Al suddenly looked up at him, with an expression of 'you're crazy', his father didn't like him, so he couldn't be mad if he went?

"Al?"

"...I, I won't go." Let's refuse!It would be bad if the old man saw that he was so angry, he deliberately ignored Rick's disappointed expression, and stopped talking, "But you, you can take Wyke back."

Rick finally smiled. He knew that this was the biggest concession Alves had made so far, and he had a way to let him go back with him. It still depends on his son.

The next day, when Alves sent Wyke to school, he told him that Wyke, who had just found his father, was very excited about going abroad to see his grandfather, so he nodded and agreed without thinking.

Sure enough, the child still longs for his loved ones.

"Will Daddy go?" Wyke tilted his head to look at Alves who was driving.

"Daddy won't go." He stopped the car, held Wyke's face and kissed, "Here we are, let Dad pick you up tonight, okay?"

Wyke suddenly pursed his lips in displeasure, and shook his head slightly.

If Daddy doesn't go, he won't either.

"what happened?"

"If Daddy doesn't go, I won't either."

"..." Why didn't he think of that!His son has never left him for a day since he was born. Even if he works night shift sometimes, he will rush back to send his son to school the next morning. Now if he is asked to go to other places with someone he has just met to see others, he will inevitably A little scared: "But, Wyke promised Daddy himself, didn't he? Daddy will be angry if he can't do it!"

Wyke pursed his lips and remained silent, looking down at the toes of his shoes.

Alves couldn't bear it, "Be good, let Dad accompany you."

"I want Daddy." Wyke still shook his head, holding on to the corner of Alves' clothes uneasily, and continued to lower his head, "I want Daddy, I don't want Dad anymore."

Alves sighed, and didn't know how to answer Wyke. In fact, he was reluctant to let Wyke go, but he still had to work, and Rick would take good care of their son.

"Be good, baby, I'll be back soon." Alves knelt down and straightened his small suit.

"Daddy, I'll go." Wyke still refused.

"Daddy has to go to work! Otherwise, what will Daddy do to support you?" Alves was so earnest, how could he be willing to part with his son!

"Not going." Wyke said stubbornly.

Alves wiped his face helplessly, and frowned thinking of Mr. Brown.

Forget it, let's go!Anyway, he hasn't been back for a long time, so it's good to take a vacation for himself, and contact those old friends by the way, it's been a long time.

"Okay! Daddy will go too." Rubbing his son's little face, it was a compromise.

"Yeah!" Wyke jumped up excitedly, kissed Alves on the face and ran to the school.

"Run slowly!" He stopped laughing, thinking that he might meet someone he didn't want to see when he returned to the United States, and he was upset for a while.

Just let it be!

Returning to the city where he grew up again, Alves was a little bit emotional. In a few years, District D developed rapidly, and many high-rise buildings were newly built, which was a bit strange.

Coming to a new country for the first time, Wyke looked very happy, holding Rick's neck and looking around, extremely excited.

Refusing to live in Rick's apartment, Alves chose the hotel closest to the hospital, which was convenient for Rick to pick up and drop off.

After he didn't sleep well on the plane, Wyke's enthusiasm cooled down after entering the hotel, and he lay sleepily in Rick's arms.

When Alves came out of the shower, Wyke had already fallen asleep on the big white bed, and Rick was half lying next to his son looking at his mobile phone, his thigh was used as a pillow.

He raised his eyebrows, "Haven't you gone back yet?"

Rick put down his phone and looked at him, his eyes suddenly darkened. If it was before, he would feel that Alves was seducing him, "This bed is very big, it can sleep three people for nine days."

The implication is to live here!

Alves rolled his eyes, "I'll get you a room."

When Rick heard this, he gently moved his son's head to the soft pillow, jumped out of bed immediately, hugged the person who was about to go out from behind, buried him in the crook of his neck, and quickly pulled away.

Now I dare not make mistakes: "Let me develop a relationship with my son! This is the first time I have slept with my son!"

Alves froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Rick grinned, and was about to speak, but all his enthusiasm was extinguished by his next words, "Then I'll go there, now Wyke won't cry when he wakes up, and then come to me when he wakes up." Anyway, the room is open.

"Al!" Rick was a little weak.

He knew that Alves still loved him, but it was the previous injuries that kept him shutting himself out.

"You rest! I'll get a room first."

"No need, let me go!" Don't be in a hurry, he has his son as a little helper now.

Alves breathed a sigh of relief and said nothing.

Rick took back his mobile phone, stopped when he passed by him, and quickly lowered his head to kiss his lips when Alves looked up.

"Hmm—" Alves was startled, he didn't expect him to make a sneak attack, and couldn't react for a while.

"have a good rest."

Alves gave him a blank look, and kicked him out unbearably.

Closing the door with a 'bang', Alves leaned against the door, absentmindedly touching the remaining warmth on his lips, his face was hot.

He had never been chased before, and Rick had been chasing him for several months before he came back, but Rick has always regarded himself as a gun, a friend, and the feeling just now was like falling in love.

Alves smiled, then shook his head violently as if remembering something, unable to sink in.

Standing at the door, Rick rubbed his nose and smirked. It's good to be annoyed, and it's worst when he ignores everything. It seems that his sex and happiness life is coming back soon.

(two)

The next day, Rick knocked on the door early.

Having never seen Rick in casual clothes, Alves raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he opened the door.

Wyke didn't sleep well in the unfamiliar environment. He woke up early in the morning, lying on the bed playing games with Alves' mobile phone, his pajamas hanging on his body in a mess.

"Morning, baby."

"Morning, Dad." Wyke looked up.

Rick leaned over and kissed Wyke good morning. Seeing that Alves was still asleep, he couldn't help leaning over and kissing him.

When it was about to stick to his lips, Alves tilted his head and the kiss was sideways, and Rick's kiss fell on the smooth cheek.

Rick: "..."

Alves pretended not to see it, and pulled up the quilt to cover his head with a black hole with him.

"Dad, are you going to see grandpa today?" Maybe because he thought the game was boring, Wyke put down his phone, stepped on daddy's foot without realizing it, and kicked directly into Rick's arms, looking up sweetly he.

"I stepped on you." Alves snorted.

Rick was a little amused: "Yeah!"

"Will grandpa be fierce?" Wyke was a little scared and at the same time looked forward to seeing this grandpa.

"Grandpa is not fierce." Rick said.

"Will grandpa like me?"

"Of course I would."

"Cambay Wyke, hurry up and wash up." So many words!

In fact, he was also very worried. After all, Wyke was born by himself. For such a proud old man, he probably couldn't accept a child born to a man!

"Daddy!" Wyke leaned on Alves' body like a baby, seeing that he was ignoring him, he got under the quilt with all his might, and hugged his waist tightly.

Seeing this, Rick suddenly became envious and jealous, envious that his son could take advantage of his wife openly, while he could only look at it, not touch it.

At the same time, he was also fortunate to have a son, otherwise he would not have had the chance to see this scene.

If they didn't find a surrogate and agreed to let Alves have the operation, wouldn't they have missed so many years?A family of three can sleep in one bed and kiss each other good morning when they get up in the morning.

"Go wash up." Alves pulled back the quilt and smiled, lifted him up without even looking at Rick.

"Together with Daddy." Wyke hugged Alves' waist.

"Good good."

The father and son's voices became farther and farther away, Rick sighed, lay on the bed, took out his mobile phone and called his mother.

An hour later, when the two came to the entrance of the hospital, Alves stopped suddenly, squatted down and looked at Wyke, "Baby, Daddy is waiting for you outside."

"Why didn't Daddy go in?" Wyke asked puzzledly.

"Daddy still has something to do!" What could he say?Are you afraid of going in to stimulate the elderly or are you afraid that the elderly will throw the check again?

In fact, he is afraid of both!

"Oh!"

Rick looked at him and didn't persuade him. He knew what he was worried about, and he thought he would tell his father later. After his father got sick, his temperament also changed, and many things were more open.

When the old man saw Wyke, his eyes were red, his hands were wrinkled due to illness, and he wanted to touch his face tremblingly, but he was still hanging on the needle. In the end, he could only look at Wyke with excitement.

Mrs. Brown was even more excited. She just wiped away her tears, maintained her original posture, and looked at the child who hadn't reached her waist without blinking.

"Grandpa, grandma." Wyke called out twice in English sweetly. Mr. Brown couldn't help it now, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa, don't cry, let's talk forever." Wyke obediently took out a tissue from his small backpack, handed one to Mrs. Brown and ran to the bed, wiping Mr. Brown's tears awkwardly.

"It was born by Al." After all, it was his father, who was not cruel enough to say that Alves was pregnant and was forced to leave like a dog by him. Now that he is sick, he doesn't want to mention his past career.

"I told you that you would regret it. You were so stubborn that you missed your grandson for four years and let your son run away!" Mrs. Brown choked up and complained to her husband.

After a long time, Brown spoke first, "What about him?"

"Daddy is outside!" Wyke said proactively.

"I want to meet him." Mr. Brown was a little excited and tried to sit up.

"Dad, don't get excited." Rick pushed the restless old man back on the bed, sighed and said, "He didn't hold grudges against you, he hates me."

"I want to see him," repeated Mr. Brown.

"Okay, I'll call him now."

"Dad, I'll go too." Wyke grabbed Rick's trousers.

"Be good, baby, stay here with grandpa and grandma, daddy will ask daddy to come in, soon." Rick patted his son's fur, and his tone was so gentle that Mrs. Brown couldn't believe it.

"Okay!" Wyke pouted, and took the initiative to go to Mrs. Brown's side. Mrs. Brown was flattered to look at her son and then at her husband, crying and laughing.

Alves was bored by the window at the end of the corridor, watching the children in hospital gowns running around on the lawn downstairs, thinking that Wyke was doing the same, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

I don't know if Mr. Brown likes Wyck, will Wyck offend him?There are always images in your mind.

Looking at the time, it's been almost half an hour since he went in, and he was itching to wait.

Suddenly, harsh noises came from the penultimate ward at the back. Alves heard the sound and looked around, and saw a man in a hospital gown brandishing a knife on the nurse's neck, ignoring the few bloodstains on the nurse's body, Mouth kept yelling something.

"Your hospital is like this. If you can't afford it, you won't give me good medicine. The rich will take the lead, and the poor will have to wait to die. If we die, we will die together! You bastards..."

Alves frowned and took a few steps forward, trying to find an opportunity.

This is the first time he has encountered this kind of medical dispute, and he has also seen the news of doctors and nurses dying due to medical disputes in X City.

Can't you talk about something?Do you have to use a knife?And it was a woman who was blackmailing.

When Rick came out, he saw such a thrilling scene. The man frantically swung the dagger. The little nurse screamed in fright, but was held in her arms by the man.

The sharp knife was about to cut the nurse's neck, and Alves tried to approach him from behind; but the frightened man became extremely sensitive, and he felt someone behind him trying to approach, and tightly encircled the nurse in his arms. The dagger also started to swing wildly, and Alves narrowly avoided the tip of the knife, but was almost scratched on the cheek.

Rick took a breath, seeing that the man's attention was on Alves, he saw the timing, strode forward, avoiding the nurse in his arms, and kicked him on the back knee.

Unprepared, the man knelt on the ground in weightlessness, and the throwing knife fell to the ground with a "bang"; seeing the opportunity, Rick pulled away the nurse with weak legs, kicked away the knife, and the female nurse was liberated. She immediately screamed and crawled away from the scene, clutching her wound. It seems that it will be robbed again a second later, holding the Taoyuan in the dream.

Alves stared dumbfounded at Rick's crisp movements, it's that simple?Wasn't it a waste of time for him to make such speculations?

Rick squeezed his face funny, "What's wrong?"

Alves glanced at his legs and asked stupidly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Rick said easily, this kind of person is not enough to be afraid of.

Hearing the movement, more and more people came out to watch the excitement, Alves suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, thinking how could there be such a person on this VIP floor.

"Ah—be careful!"

I don't know who yelled, Alves turned his head in disbelief, the snow-white sharp knife was about to stab his chest, and it was too late to dodge!

However, the expected pain did not come, but fell into a warm embrace, followed by the man's muffled groan.

As if time had stopped, Rick smiled and looked down at the man in his arms, turned around and punched the man in the face, his fat body took two steps back and then fell to the ground, watching Rick walking towards him step by step in fear .

In the next second, Rick stretched out his long legs and stomped hard on the hand he had just held the knife. He was very angry and tried to hurt Alves, really desperate!

Alves opened his mouth and looked at the dagger stuck in his back in shock. The white part had been completely submerged, leaving only the short black handle. The wound was deep at first glance, and some blood spattered out because of his movements... …

Alves murmured his name: "Rick..."

At this time, the security guards arrived, and the two of them stopped the man who was in the mouth, Shenkoujin, his face turned pale, and he completely lost the momentum he had when he hurt someone just now.

Hearing that someone was injured, doctors and nurses also rushed over to check Rick's back.

It was the first time that Alves forgot that he was a doctor, and the first time he found himself dizzy with blood. He obviously saw each other in every operation, but seeing the blood that kept coming out of Rick's back, his eyes were a little dark.

How did it develop into this?

Seeing this, Rick smiled lightly and comforted him in turn: "It's okay."

"En." He knew it.

Soon, Rick was sent to the operating room, and Alves sat on the ground in a state of collapse, forgetting that Wyke was still with Mr. Brown.

(three)

Rick's wound was deep, but fortunately he didn't hurt any bones. He needed eight stitches and was hospitalized for observation for a few days. He couldn't touch the water for half a month.

Because of the anesthesia, Rick was a little drowsy and fell asleep.

Seeing that Rick was fine, Alves went upstairs to pick up Wyke, and when he knocked on the door, his heartbeat seemed to jump out of his mouth.

After so many years, he was still a little afraid of Mr. Brown.

It was Mrs. Brown who opened the door, and she greeted her in a low voice. She wanted to tell him about Rick's injury, but when she thought that Mr. Brown was enough to worry her, she decided to forget it. It was because of his own injury, he took care of him by himself.

When Wyke saw Daddy coming, he immediately jumped off the chair and rushed to hug him.

"Daddy." Wyke was a little aggrieved. Dad said he was looking for Daddy, but he went there for a long time. Grandpa fell asleep and he was sleepy. "Where's Dad?"

"Dad has something to do, let's go back first." Alves rubbed his son's head, and then said to Mrs. Brown: "Auntie, I'll pick up Wyke." When Alves met Rick's mother for the first time, he immediately Somewhat at a loss, "Wyke didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

"No, you have educated your children very well, thank you for your hard work!" Mrs. Brown smiled kindly, her well-maintained face did not leave too many traces of time, and she could faintly see a few tiny pimples in the corner of her eyes when she smiled. wrinkle.

Alves was still a little apprehensive, scratching his head shyly: "It's not hard."

"Rick's father is asleep. Come with Wyke some other day! Will you come?"

Well?Alves is a little embarrassed, come together?Looking at the person who got off the bed, I don't know whether to answer it or not. After all, Mr. Brown doesn't want to see me.

As if knowing what he was thinking, she patted his arm with a smile, "Don't worry, he is regretting it!"

"Eh?" Alves was stunned for a moment, and blushed when he realized that he was always a little ashamed to be seen through by his elders: "Yes."

"Be careful on the road." Mrs. Brown said with a smile, and escorted them to the door.

"Okay." Alves replied, "Wyke, say goodbye to grandma."

"Goodbye, grandma!" Wyke said, pointing to his cheek: "Grandma, goodbye kiss."

Mrs. Brown smiled happily when she heard this, and quickly kissed his forehead.

Wyke kissed back before leaving.

Looking at the back of holding the child and leaving, he closed it with some reluctance, and said to the person on the bed: "Don't dare to face people!"

The person on the bed seemed to be unable to pretend anymore, slowly opened his eyes and looked at his wife innocently, because of the effect of the medicine, his hands and feet were still immobile, and he couldn't even hug his grandson properly.

"Look, what a good boy! In order to hold grandchildren, you drive away people, but drive away all the grandchildren you want to miss. What happened to the man? With such advanced technology, don't you worry about not being able to hold grandchildren?" Mrs. Brown opened Broken thoughts mode.

Mr. Brown expressed that he regretted it too, and looked at his wife with resentment, "I have to behave well in front of my grandson."

"You should behave well with that child in Campbell, and you have to go through him to let the child recognize his ancestors! If one is unhappy and runs away, you are happy?" Mrs. Brown's cool voice came.

"He dares!" Mr. Brown said angrily, coughing continuously due to his excitement.

"Look at you, you still haven't put away your temper." Mrs. Brown shook her head, let him drink saliva to moisten his throat, and said, "Why don't you dare, that child was born by someone else."

Mr. Brown curled his lips and fell silent.

Alves did not go back to the hotel, but pressed the elevator to the sixth floor to see Rick.

"Daddy, where are we going?" Wyke asked suspiciously about the legend of the highborne.

"Let's go to see Dad." As he said that, he just arrived at Rick's position, pushed the door in and found that Rick was already awake.

"Dad." Wyke slipped from Alves' arms and ran towards Rick on his short legs, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't go up." Alves stared, stepped forward a few steps and hugged his son who was about to climb onto the bed.

Rick hurt his back and just got stitches, children are not serious, what if they touch it and tear the wound open?

"It's okay." Rick sat up and opened his hand to Wyke.

Alves glared at him, could he be a little patient?

"Dad is not feeling well, you just sit here obediently, and Daddy will go shopping and come back."

After looking at the time, I realized that it was one o'clock. Wyke didn't bring his milk, so he must be very hungry right now.

Wyke nodded, "Okay, I want to eat pancake fruit."

"..." Where did the pancake fruit come from here?Chinatown is far away from here, "Baby, there are no pancakes and fruits here! Buy some more to compensate when you get home, okay?"

Wyke lowered his head in disappointment, "Okay! Then I will eat a lot..."

"Okay, then you take care of daddy, daddy will be back soon."

"it is good."

Silently watching the cute conversation between the two father and son, Rick couldn't help but want to laugh.

This injury was beyond his expectation, and with Alves' gentleness, he actually felt that the bleeding was a good thing.

He had to take this opportunity to play tricks and let Alves return to him completely. His son was an indispensable teammate.

"Baby, Dad is injured and can't live alone, what should I do?" Get rid of the son first.

"Where is it hurting, Dad? Wyke, whoop!" Wyke felt that his father was so pitiful, and when he heard that his father was injured, he immediately said innocently, his eyes were full of worry.

Rick clutched his chest, "Dad, it hurts here."

"Wyke won't hurt anymore." Wyke said it with style, forgetting that Daddy had just told him that he couldn't go to bed, so he took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, carefully sat on Rick's lap, and touched it with his little hand. Then he exhaled forcefully at the place Dad pointed out.

Rick smiled, enjoying his son's movements, although his back still hurt sharply.

"It's only going to be okay with Daddy Huhu." Rick started to play dead, clutching his heart and pretending to be in pain.

"Dad, is Daddy still in pain?" Wyke was anxious, his eyes were red and he wanted to cry.

Seeing his son's worried look, he suddenly felt that he was a little too much, and quickly comforted him, "Dad is much better, Wyke's whirring is so powerful."

Wyke couldn't believe it, "Really?"

"Of course." Rick said seriously: "But, Daddy Huhu won't hurt anymore."

"That's called Daddy Huhu later, okay?" Wyke said naively as the Plane Manager.

"Let Daddy go home tonight."

"Okay!" Wyke jumped up from the bed excitedly.

"Then tonight, let Daddy keep Daddy at home! Daddy wants to sleep with you in his arms."

"Is Dad afraid of the dark too?" Wyke put his arms around Rick's neck intimately.

"Yes!"

"Then I'll sleep with you." Wyke had just finished speaking when Alves also came back.

"Didn't you promise Dad to sit down?" Alves came in and saw this scene, staring, put down the lunch box in his hand, and rubbed his hands to hug Wyke.

Wyke thought that Daddy was joking with him, he laughed and rubbed against Rick to prevent Daddy from catching him.

"Well!"

Wyke threw himself too hard, and directly threw Rick onto the bed. There was a sharp numb pain in his back immediately, and even his heart throbbed. Rick groaned.

"Campbell Wyke, come down for me." Alvesvi frowned, why didn't he find his son so active before!

"Don't be so fierce." Rick frowned in pain, but he still didn't want Alves to blame his son, after all, this age is when he is very active.

"He's making trouble and you're making trouble too. Am I the one who hurts?" Alves rolled his eyes at him, stretched out his hand and hugged his son down.

Rick touched his nose and said nothing, while Wyke rubbed against Alves and acted like a baby.

"Daddy, I'm hungry!" He was actually not hungry, and drank some soup from his grandfather, but he was afraid that his father would scold him for being disobedient, so he said he was hungry.

Alves exhaled, put Wyke on the chair, and opened the meals one by one.

"I didn't tell your parents about the injury." Alves said without looking up, took out a disposable bowl and filled it with a small bowl of rice and another bowl of soup.

"Well, it's better not to tell them, lest they worry." Rick nodded in agreement.

"Daddy, I want to eat this." Wyke said, pointing to the cauliflower.

Alves obediently picked up the cauliflower and put it in Wyke's mouth.

Rick also looked at him, Alves stared at him speechlessly: "Don't tell me you too!"

"I'm hurt." Rick looked at him innocently.

"You hurt your back not your hands, don't be stupid." Alves ignored him and continued to feed Wyke.

There was no other way, Rick could only do it himself, when he stretched out his hand, he accidentally pulled the wound on his back, made a 'hiss' sound and deliberately looked at Alves' expression, who knows if he looked at him or not.

He touched his nose again, stopped making fun of himself, and buried himself in eating.

After eating, Wyke and Rick got sleepy after playing for a while. He stayed at Grandpa's place and didn't fall asleep. When he came down, Dad forgot to go to bed again. He couldn't hold on now.

"I'll go back first. I've found a nurse for you. I'll be there in about half an hour." He whispered to him, bent over to pick up Wyke who was already asleep, but was caught by Uncle Rick.

"That level doesn't require hospitalization."

"Stop making trouble, the doctor said you must be hospitalized."

"You are also a doctor, you can take care of me more than enough."

Alves was really speechless: "There is nothing in the hotel, it's inconvenient."

"You know I'm a clean freak, what should I do if my wound becomes inflamed in the shower tonight?" Rick said, "I'll get you involved".

"These nurses can do it for you," Alves said again.

"I was hurt because of you, how can you cheat?" Rick finally just cheated.

"..." There was really nothing to say this time, Alves gritted his teeth secretly, and kind of stepped forward to tear off the skin to see if it was really Rick, the style of the painting was completely wrong.

Rick suddenly took his hand and looked serious, "Al, give me a chance?"

Alves lowered his eyes, asking this kind of question at this time, how should he answer? "Is it really appropriate to say this at a time like this?"

"I only have this way!" Rick said frankly: "I know you still love me, why don't you give each other a chance? And there is a son between us."

Alves looked at him, his mind kept replaying various behaviors of Rick in City X, and the scene of blocking himself from a knife in the morning, and his heart softened.

"Give it a chance and you can, but there are three requirements."

"Don't say three, three hundred will do."

Alves gave him a blank look, but you owe it to me.

"First, don't hide anything from me. Second, I don't live in the United States. Don't force me in any way. Third, no matter what happens, don't hit me again. If one of these three things is not If we do, then we're done for good, okay?"

"Okay." Rick agreed without thinking.

When he mentioned the three points, his heart twitched, thinking that he had beaten someone a few years ago without understanding the situation, and his feet were blackened with regret.

Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around Alves' waist with one hand, and finally what greeted him was no longer pushing away, but hugging back.

Receiving a response, Rick couldn't bear it anymore, lifted his chin, and kissed it down heavily, his tongue got in domineeringly, stirring the moisture in his mouth.

"Hmm..." It's been a long time since there was such a deep kiss, Alves was a little out of breath, and pushed his shoulder.

"Tomorrow, come with me to see my father!"

Alves hesitated for a moment, looking at him a little uneasy, "Is it okay?"

He was afraid of irritating Mr. Brown even more, and he suddenly thought of what Mrs. Brown had said, and he still felt a little uncertain.

"My father actually let go of his mouth three years ago. As long as he has a grandson to play with, he doesn't care if I marry a man or a woman!" At this point, Rick paused, and then said: "About hiding the truth from me!" I was really wrong about your surrogacy."

"Hum(ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻"

"I really didn't expect Lorna to do that, and she even blessed us." Rick hugged him and rubbed.

Like my son, I like to rub against his arms, are you a dog?

……

The next afternoon, the family of three came to the hospital again, and Alves became calm when they reached the door.

Now that we have decided to be together, then this time must pass.

He decided to go in later, no matter what Mr. Brown would say, he would nod and agree, unless he left Rick again and gave up Wyck's custody.

"Dad!" Rick put his arm around Alves' waist and swaggered in, pulling his son with the other.

"Coming?" Mrs. Brown greeted her with a smile, bent down and hugged her grandson and kissed her.

"Auntie." Alves greeted with a smile.

"Hmph!" Mr. Brown snorted coldly, ignoring him, his wings were really stiff.

"Mr. Brown, hello, are you feeling better?" Alves immediately turned to Mr. Brown.

"En." Mr. Brown calmed down and said "en", but the title was not a level, and he said: "In the future