When Ling Yizhou heard Zhao Jiayan's words, he suddenly lost his confidence.
Yes, Zhao Jiayan has been by his side since he was born, teaching him everything a newborn needs to learn. Xiao Song even calls Zhao Jiayan daddy.
As for him, what reasons does he have for Xiao Song to choose
Based on the previous times, not only did he have no reason for Xiao Song to choose, but there was also a reason for him to be afraid. Every time he woke up and saw him, he looked scared.
But now that he's here, he has no reason to give up.
Ling Yizhou gritted his teeth and clung to the side of the plane with his last persistence. He looked at Xiao Song expectantly, still hoping that he would come with him.
Xiao Song glanced at Ling Yizhou, then at Zhao Jiayan, and called Zhao Jiayan daddy.
Ling Yizhou's heart died.
But the next second, Xiao Song walked towards him, "Uncle, will I fall to death later?" He looked at the height below and was afraid.
Ling Yizhou suddenly didn't understand what he meant. Would he fall to death? Ling Yizhou glanced down, was he going to follow him
Zhao Jiayan over there had already roared, "Zhao Song, your surname is Zhao!"
Xiao Song curled his lips and put his little hand into Ling Yizhou's, "But uncle said he wanted to give me the surname of Ling."
The ecstasy in his heart suddenly rose, and Ling Yizhou couldn't tell how he felt now. He seemed to be floating in the clouds, oh no, he was really floating in the clouds now.
Zhao Jiayan felt pain on his face and crawled towards him, "You call me daddy but you go with someone else. Xiao Song, you are as heartless as your mother."
However, Ling Yizhou had already held Xiao Song in his arms.
His plane was picking up the plane next to him, and he put a wire rope around his body. Ling Yizhou covered Xiao Song's eyes and said, "Bad boy, we may have to fly in the air for a while, but don't be afraid. There is a wire rope and we won't fall to death."
"Uncle, how could you call me a brat?" Xiao Song protested.
However, the sound disappeared in the huge air convection. Ling Yizhou hugged Xiao Song and fell quickly. He smiled even when he was extremely nervous.
As expected of him, he can make correct judgments at critical moments.
Xiao Song lay in Ling Yizhou's arms and could smell the blood on his body. At the same time, he could also hear the wind singing a fierce song in his ears.
By the time it stopped, they were already hanging in mid-air below the plane.
Regardless of Ling Yizhou's objection, Xiao Song opened his eyes and saw where they were now, "It's so cool."
Ling Yizhou smiled, luckily he was a boy and had enough responsibility. If it were a daughter, he would not adopt such a plan.
His rescue plane quickly flew over and stopped nearby. Ling Yizhou took out another piece of wire rope he was carrying and threw it towards the rescue plane. A ladder was thrown out from the rescue plane at the same time.
Fortunately there was a ladder, otherwise he might not have been able to climb up on his own with his injuries like this and holding Xiao Song in his arms.
When climbing up the ladder, Ling Yizhou suddenly wanted to ask Xiao Song a question, "Why did you choose me?"
Xiao Song thought for a while, "Because you are handsome."
Ling Yizhou: "..." Fortunately, he thought he was smart and wise at a young age, but he turned out to be handsome.
"But my face is swollen, how did you see that he is handsome?"
Xiao Song looked at his face and shook his head, "Dad is not good, he doesn't like me."
Ling Yizhou knew that the father he was referring to was Zhao Jiayan, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Even the youngest child knows how to watch his actions. Zhao Jiayan no longer has much patience with him. He no longer looks at him with fondness, and even points a gun at him.
But Ling Yizhou was different. He came from such a dangerous altitude to save him, and he didn't care about his safety during the fight. His eyes were gentle, and his heart was full of flesh. The final choice was of course self-evident.
Ling Yizhou finally climbed onto the rescue plane with great effort, put Xiao Song down, and lay down on the plane. He was so tired that he had no strength left, but he still had a smile on his face.
"Sir, Zhao Jiayan's plane is still operating. Do you want to shoot it down now?"
"No." Ling Yizhou glanced sideways at Xiao Song and said, "Let him go." Even if he wanted to thank him for raising him, whether he could escape Nan Jintian's clutches when he returned was not what he wanted to consider. .
"Yes." Wen Li nodded and ordered the pilot to return.
"Wen Li."
"Sir, I'm here."
"I remember my birthday is... coming soon." Ling Yizhou was still panting from exhaustion.
"Yes, I have prepared sir's birthday party a few months ago. According to your wishes, sir, we will hold a Ling family dinner as usual and spend the rest of the time with my family."
"Take this opportunity to announce Xiao Song's identity." Ling Yizhou reached out and touched Xiao Song's head. Since he is Ling Yizhou's son, he needs to have the necessary status and treatment.
"Yes, I understand." Wen Li glanced at Ling Yizhou's wounds and said to the pilot, "Faster."
Xiao Song dodged Ling Yizhou's touch and said, "Oh, there's a lot of blood."
This kid actually looked disgusted. It was all because of you. Ling Yizhou retracted his hand and groaned.
"Does it hurt?" After a few seconds, his little head came over again, studying the injury on his hand with an inquiring look.
Ling Yizhou was cured instantly and said: "It doesn't hurt." In fact, he didn't feel pain until the rescue plane came up. When a person's tension reaches a certain level, he won't feel pain.
He had been very nervous about Xiao Song at that time.
"So it doesn't hurt?" Xiao Song heard what he said and reached out to press the place where the bullet was on his hand.
"Ah!" Ling Yizhou immediately shouted in pain and subconsciously.
Xiao Song was startled, "Hey, uncle, you don't sound handsome at all."
Ling Yizhou's forehead was painful and there were a few big beads of sweat. He was still discussing the topic of whether he was handsome or not. He was indeed a heartless child.
"Sir, they say that children are the natural enemies of their fathers. It's normal for the young master to be like this. Just grow up." Wen Li stood aside and gave appropriate comfort.
"Uncle Wen, the sun is going down." Xiao Song's attention was immediately attracted by the sunset, but it didn't matter to watch the sunset, but Ling Yizhou felt aggrieved when he heard his uncle's voice.
It would be fine for Xiao Song to call Chu Yan uncle, but he could also call a tall and powerful man like Wen Li uncle, but he still calls him uncle. Is this really the kind of treatment reserved for old enemies
"Uncle Wen, the sun will not be visible in three and a half minutes. I heard it on TV."
"The young master is very powerful."
Xiao Song and Wen Li were discussing the sunset. Ling Yizhou stood up and looked at Xiao Song. He was thinking about a question.
How to get him to change his tune
He doesn't want an uncle, let alone an uncle.