The disabled Zhan Ye is the father of the child, he can't hide it!

Zhan Xiaoting thought that old man Zhan asked him to come to the wine cellar to get wine for no reason just now, and then Tang Weiwei also came, and the door was locked from the outside.

He suddenly understood that all this should be arranged by the old man again.

Realizing this, he said calmly, "Wait, when the time is up, someone will let us out."

"But, you still have injuries on your arm!" Tang Weiwei frowned in distress.

"It's okay, I can't die!" Zhan Xiaoting said indifferently.

He didn't care about it himself, but Tang Weiwei couldn't.

She pulled Zhan Xiaoting to find a place to sit down, "You wait for me here for a while, I'll find a bottle of white wine to disinfect your wound, and then bandage it to prevent infection."

She remembered that when she was looking for An An, she seemed to see a wine rack with white wine.

Relying on her memory, she was about to leave.

Suddenly, a white and slender hand with distinct joints clasped her wrist.

It's Zhan Xiaoting!

Under Tang Weiwei's puzzled gaze, Zhan Xiaoting said with a stinky face, "I'll go with you, the wine cellar is huge, I don't want to drag my injured arm to find you."

Tang Weiwei curled her lips, "I'm not a road idiot..."

"Shut up!" Zhan Xiaoting interrupted her coldly, "Follow up!"

"Oh..." Tang Weiwei obediently followed his pace.

After walking for a while, Zhan Xiaoting suddenly stopped.

Tang Weiwei was in a trance thinking about something, when she bumped her head on his back, she took several steps back and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Zhan Xiaoting had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he turned his arms around her waist in time, and pulled her into his arms, and the two bodies were tightly attached to each other.

In the dark and quiet wine cellar, an ambiguous emotion was slowly growing.

Tang Weiwei was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that she took a few steps back and opened the distance between the two of them.

Sensing her movement, Zhan Xiaoting's deep eyes darkened for a moment, "You're so stupid, you can't even walk, what else are you going to do?"

Tang Weiwei touched her nose in disbelief, and retorted in a low voice, "Didn't it mean that you didn't say hello and stopped suddenly?"

After finishing speaking, she noticed that Zhan Xiaoting's complexion was not good, so she immediately changed the subject and asked, "Well, did you find the baijiu?"

"No!" Zhan Xiaoting said.

Tang Weiwei was about to ask, since there was no reason why he stopped, he said again, "It's a bit dark in front, if you're afraid, you can pull my clothes."

Tang Weiwei's mood was extremely complicated when she heard this.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Xiaoting looks cold, but he has such a considerate and careful side.

"Thank you!" She didn't refuse his kindness, she reached out and grabbed his clothes.

Zhan Xiaoting felt the weight of the clothes, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

It didn't take long for the two of them to find the wine rack where the liquor was placed.

Tang Weiwei randomly smoked a bottle with high alcohol content, first disinfected Zhan Xiaoting's wound, then took a clean handkerchief from her pocket, and bandaged the wound.

Immediately afterwards, the two sat side by side with their backs against the wall, waiting for someone to come and let them out.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Tang Weiwei sneezed, stretched out her hands and rubbed her arms, and said with some fear, "Young Master Zhan, do you feel that this wine cellar is very cold, and there is a cloudy air blowing from time to time."

Zhan Xiaoting was a little speechless, "This is the wine cellar. To ensure the taste of the wine, the temperature will be relatively low. If you are cold, you can lean in my arms."

Upon hearing this, Tang Weiwei immediately said, "I don't...Ah Choo..."

Before he could finish speaking, he sneezed again.

Seeing this, Zhan Xiaoting's face turned black, and then...

"Come here..." He domineeringly ignored her struggle and pulled her into his arms.

When Tang Weiwei thought that Zhan Xiaoting might be the man five years ago, her whole body stiffened. She frowned and said, "Young Master Zhan, I'm really not cold, let me go first."

If it wasn't for her hand, which was so cold that there was almost no trace of heat, perhaps Zhan Xiaoting would have really believed her statement that she was not cold.

He also knew how stubborn the little woman in his arms was, so he said with a dark face, "You are not cold, I am cold, to save you, I have shed so much blood, now I am very cold!!!"

Hearing this, Tang Weiwei thought of the wound on his arm, and immediately didn't dare to struggle anymore, instead she clenched a little tighter, wanting to use this method to keep him warm.

Zhan Xiaoting was like a huge stove, leaning against him was so warm and comfortable that Tang Weiwei was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes.

Soon, she fell asleep.

Zhan Xiaoting adjusted his sleeping position so that she could sleep more comfortably, and then he kept staring at her sleeping face, his eyes were shining with affection that he didn't even realize.

It wasn't until dinner time that Mr. Zhan took An'an himself, opened the door of the wine cellar, and found two people.

"Xiao..." He was about to speak, when...

"Shh!"

Zhan Xiaoting made a silent gesture.

Only then did Mr. Zhan realize that Tang Weiwei was sleeping soundly on Zhan Xiaoting's body without any precautions.

Zhan Xiaoting ignored Mr. Zhan and An An, carefully picked Tang Weiwei up from the ground, walked out of the wine cellar, sent her back to the room, and put her on the bed.

……

When Tang Weiwei woke up again, it was already the next day.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was lying on the bed, and An An was standing by her bed. She was very happy to see her wake up.

"Mom, you finally woke up!"

This time, she slept so soundly that Tang Weiwei was blinded by sleep. After thinking for a while, she remembered what happened before.

Isn't she and Zhan Xiaoting in the wine cellar?
How could it appear on the bed in the room now?
She immediately asked An An, and only then did she realize that it was Zhan Xiaoting who carried her back to the room. Thinking of the injury on his arm, she immediately asked, "An An, where is Uncle Zhan?"

"He went to work in the company!" An An replied obediently, "He said that you have been very tired recently, so he asked you to sleep a little longer so that no one will disturb you."

Tang Weiwei was in a complicated mood.

She remembered that there were still important things to do in a while, so she rubbed An An's head, "An An, mom has something to leave later, you play with grandpa, and I will take you back to the hospital when mom comes back, okay?"

An An knew what her mother was going to do in a while, so she took her hand, pleadingly, "Mom, I know you are going to visit my brother, and I want to go with you too."

Every year on my birthday, my mother will accompany me, and I will visit my brother the next day, and he wants to go too.

Speaking of the little son who was born without breathing, Tang Weiwei felt as if a hole had been dug in her heart by life.

She stroked An An's hair and said, "When An An recovers from her illness, go visit my brother."

When An An heard this, she was very disappointed, and even rarely lost her temper.

Even so, Tang Weiwei did not let go.

The cemetery was too cloudy, and she didn't dare take the risk of taking An An there.

After she washed up and handed An'an to Mr. Zhan, she left cruelly.

Today's weather is not very good, the whole sky is gray, which suits Tang Weiwei's state of mind very well.

She took a gift for her youngest son, went to the flower shop to buy a bunch of flowers, and went to the cemetery.

"Kangkang, happy birthday, mom is here to see you..." Tang Weiwei put down her things and stroked the tombstone heartbrokenly, "Mom also brought you a birthday present, do you like it?"

"My brother also said that he would come to see you, but his health is not good, so my mother didn't agree. After my brother's illness is cured, my mother will take him."

Tang Weiwei babbled a lot to the tombstone.

It wasn't until the rain suddenly fell from the sky that she reluctantly said, "Kangkang, it's getting late today, so mom is leaving first. I will come to see you again when mom is free."

After speaking, she was ready to leave.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw a familiar figure not far away, that was——

Ann! ! !

He was wearing a small black suit, and he looked a little serious. With his cute little face, there was a kind of cuteness in contrast.

But no matter how cute the contrast was, there was no way to eliminate the anger in Tang Weiwei's heart.

She walked over quickly, grabbed his arm, and said angrily, "Tang An'an, you are really talented. Didn't your mother tell you to bring you to see your brother when you recovered? Who Asked you to follow me secretly?"

"Auntie, who are you? I don't know you!!!"