After the young master's suspended animation, Jiang madly searched all over the world

Jiang Yi'an was not willing to let Tong Yu go, he desperately broke free from You Xu and his little assistant, stumbled towards Tong Yu.

Tong Yu walked very fast, and soon reached the door of the hospital.

Jiang Yi'an stumbled and followed, calling Su Chen's name.

Tong Yu didn't stop at all, walked straight to an electric car and started it.

Jiang Yi'an rushed over and grabbed the back seat of the electric car.

"Su Chen, Su Chen, don't go, don't go—"

Tong Yu frowned lightly, looking like he was having a headache.

Jiang Yi'an wanted to continue talking, but suddenly a small head appeared in front of Tong Yu's car seat.

A little girl with a round face and big eyes, the expression between her brows and eyes somewhat resembles Tong Yu, she looked at Jiang Yi'an strangely: "Uncle, why do you call my father Su Chen, he doesn't have that name."

Jiang Yi'an was struck by lightning: "Father?"

The little girl was jealous: "He is my father, you can't call him father."

Jiang Yi'an: "...what's your name, how old are you?"

The little girl stretched out three fingers, looked hesitantly for a while, then stretched out another one, and waved in front of Jiang Yi'an: "My name is Ningning, and I'm four years old."

Jiang Yi'an's heart skipped a beat.

The little girl is four years old. If Su Chen had a woman outside and gave birth to him for him, it would have been at least five years ago. But five years ago, Su Chen was only thinking about himself all day long, and there could be no one outside.

He stared at Tong Yu's face in a daze.

Tong Yu's face was smooth, white and tender, like an egg with its shell removed, one couldn't help pinching it to experience the feel of that Q bomb.

But he still remembered the burns on Su Chen's face, the terrible blemishes on that breathtakingly beautiful artwork.

Isn't he really his Su Chen...

After a while, he let go of the electric car with a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

Tong Yu politely replied: "It's nothing, I don't care about this with the patient."

"I'm not sick!"

"Come to visit the mental hospital?"

Jiang Yi'an choked, yes, if he was not sick, why would he come to the mental hospital?

He stood there speechless for a while, and Tong Yu pushed the cart to him.

"Please give way." Tong Yu was polite but indifferent.

Jiang Yi'an took a step back numbly.

Tong Yu rode the electric scooter and took the child away, and didn't stop until the electric scooter turned a corner. He held his beating heart tightly and panted heavily.

The little girl in front looked at him worriedly: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Immediately, as if she had thought of something, she stretched out her hand to caress Tong Yu's cheek very worriedly: "Does your face hurt again?"

Tong Yu took a few deep breaths before hugging the little girl and softly comforting him: "Father is fine."

Tong Yu led Tong Ning along the way, silent on the road, Xiao Ningning blinked her eyes without saying a word when her father kept pulling her face.

"Dad, shall I sing you a song? You will be happy after listening to it."

"Huh? Our Ning Ning has learned to sing?" Tong Yu was a little surprised, and his face also had a little look.

Xiao Ningning nodded, and began to sing at the top of her voice: "There are so many beauties around you, but they seem to only have their eyes on me. They don't come to me after the love, and always say that you are busy and have no time to accompany me. There are a lot of hot girls on your Weibo——Dad, why are there winter plums in your scarf, how many winter plums can you wrap in a scarf?"

Tong Yu was not in a good mood at first, but suddenly laughed: "Hahahahaha..."

Xiao Ningning looked blank: "Dad, what are you laughing at?"

Tong Yu managed to hold back a smile: "Where did you learn this song?"

"When grandma went to dance in the park, I learned it by the side. Is it good? Dad, I will continue to sing for you. I can't afford to hurt, I really can't afford to hurt. I counted and counted and counted until I gave up. Do I have a conscience? Your conscience dog away, dog away, dog away—"

Tong Yu laughed so hard that he couldn't ride the bike steadily, so he could only stop and hug Xiao Ningning and laugh for a while before getting on the bike again.

This time, Yizheng instructed in words: "Don't sing "Can't afford to hurt" again."

"Is "Free Flight" okay?"

Tong Yu forced the corners of his mouth to curl up: "No."

"Then are you happy?"

"Dad was so happy that he almost crashed the car."

"Would you be happier if you crashed?" Tong Ningning was eager to try.

"No!" Tong Yu couldn't laugh or cry.

"why?"

"Because I'm so happy now that I couldn't be happier."

"Hey hey hey, Dad is happy, so I won't sing."

The two laughed and laughed all the way back home. Outside the clean and quiet residential building, there was a small restaurant with unique decoration, with a sign 'Meimei's home-cooked meals' hanging on the door.

On the stairs below the sign sat a little boy who looked very similar to Tong Ningning.

He was holding a big apple in one hand, his big eyes were flickering, looking out anxiously.

When he heard a familiar voice, his eyes lit up, he hurried out to greet him, and ran towards Tong Yu and Xiao Ningning.

"Father, Ningning—"

Tong Ningning rushed over happily: "Brother."

The two hugged each other affectionately, Tong Yu was helpless: "I only walked for four or ten minutes, can you think of it like this?"

The affectionate brother and sister hugged each other inseparably, Tong Yu reluctantly led the two into the small restaurant.

An old couple is busy in the store. The business in the store is very good, and there are many customers.

Tong Yu entered the door and called out, "Dad, Mom."

Tong's father stuffed the newly packed takeaway into his hand: "Hurry up and deliver it while it's hot."

Tong Yu responded, turned and went out.

The two little guys followed behind Tong Yu: "Dad, Dad, take us with you."

Tong Yu was very helpless, the electric car carried the two little guys one after the other onto the road, the two kids were very excited, but he was terrified, afraid that one of them would fall off, and drove extremely slowly.

The two little guys were completely unaware of the old father's worries, and chatted excitedly.

"Brother, I met an uncle today. It's so strange. I kept calling my father's name wrong."

"why?"

"Because his memory is so bad, otherwise why would he go to the hospital to see a doctor."

"I can't even remember my name, I'm so sick..."

"Yes, with such a serious illness, his parents should cry a lot."

"It must have made your voice hoarse from crying, like when you were beaten by grandma last time."

"The uncle's parents are crying, is the uncle crying himself?"

"His memory is so bad, he probably can't remember that he doesn't remember anything. That's why he won't cry."

"...Can you say it again? I didn't understand what you were saying—"

The two yelled at the top of their voices one after the other, fearing that the other party would not hear them. Tong Yu, who was in a bad mood, suddenly lost all depression and kept laughing.

Originally, meeting Jiang Yi'an was really not a happy thing.

But for him now, it doesn't matter.

To him, Jiang Yi'an is just an old friend who doesn't matter.

It's just that this old man makes people feel bad.