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Mechanically helped him cook the porridge. About half an hour later, Dr. Zhang and Fishero came out of the room. Han Yixing stood at the door of the kitchen, watching from afar, feeling that this scene was really so familiar.

It was familiar as if it happened yesterday. He was injured in the back by a few hooligans because he was protecting her.

"Is my daddy okay?" Xiao Rou jumped over and wanted to run to the room, but Fishero immediately picked her up, his eyes were filled with love for this little girl.

"Miss, don't worry, the young master will be fine."

"What little miss, it's ugly." Han Xiaorou frowned, obviously disliking such a title. [

Fei Xiluo didn't correct her either, and walked towards Han Yixing with her in his arms, while Dr. Zhang was dispensing the medicine.

"Young mistress, the young master is extremely tired, but he refuses to sleep."

He simply said to her, Han Yixing lowered his eyes slightly, nodded after a while and said: "The porridge is probably ready, I'll bring it in and give him some to eat."

Seeing her enter the kitchen again, Fishero hugged Xiaorou to the sofa and asked, "Do you like your daddy?"

"Of course, it's just that Mommy doesn't seem to like it." She sighed in a dignified manner. In fact, she knew that there must be some misunderstanding between Mommy and Daddy. This time Daddy was injured, can it be resolved?

Han Yixing came out with a bowl of porridge, still a little unaccustomed to the sudden presence of so many people at home, they sat on the sofa in the living room consciously, but she just walked towards her room in a very uncomfortable manner.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Meng Beichen was about to sit up from the bed, and Han Yixing almost knocked over his bowl in fright.

"Hey, don't move around."

She walked over and put down the bowl to check the wound on his chest. Fortunately, there was no blood seeping out, and she was slightly relieved.

Looking up at him, Meng Beichen stared at her with burning blue eyes, Han Yixing shrank a little, he was sitting on the side of the bed, but now he was about to leave, but he grabbed her hand .

Regardless of the wound that would hit him, he hugged her tightly into his arms.

"Meng Beichen! What are you doing? Let go!"

She was startled, and struggled subconsciously, and heard him take a breath, and said in a muffled voice: "Xing'er, it will hurt."