Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Jun glanced at her coldly, his eyes fell on her buttocks, and he sneered:
"Give me a little peace of mind, don't make trouble for nothing."
He even found his daughter by himself. Moreover, the identity of her mother is a mystery and cannot be investigated. Even if there is a son, he has to find it himself.
But one little nuisance is annoying enough.
So, he didn't want to answer this kind of question at all.
The little girl covered her buttocks with her small hands, and said aggrieved "Oh", after thinking about it, she asked again in a childish voice:
"Then dad, do you have a son?"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Qidong could hardly hold back his laughter.
Lu Junhan glanced at her indifferently, and said coldly, "Can't you understand human language?"
"Understood," the little girl tilted her head, opened her big black and clear eyes, and said seriously,
"Father, tell Lili to be quiet, or you will hit me. I understand. She is so smart now!"
As she said that, the little girl muttered dissatisfiedly, "But, it has nothing to do with Dad, whether you have a son or not!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Qidong couldn't help laughing out loud!
Xiao Hanhan's words were obviously to tell Xiao Lili to shut up, but the little girl mistakenly thought that her father wanted her to be quiet and not to move around.
Undoubtedly, talking with chickens and ducks will not yield any results.
"Then dad, do you have any son?"
The little girl blinked her big black and clear eyes, and asked persistently.
"how could I know!"
Lu Junhan glanced at her directly, and said expressionlessly, "You ask me who I ask!"
"How can you not know, Dad!"
When the little girl heard the words, she became anxious immediately, "No, didn't you give birth to us? How could you not know!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Junhan took a deep breath, tried his best to resist the urge to kill at any time, and said coldly: "Your mother gave birth to you, not me! If you want to ask this question, ask your mother!"
The little girl's dark eyes widened, and her expression was weak: "Then where is mother?"
Lu Junhan looked irritated: "How do I know where your mother is?"
The little girl was anxious again: "Daddy, how can you not know! Mommy loves you the most, you must know!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Junhan was silent for a while, and then remained silent for another five seconds before looking at her expressionlessly and saying, "What did you ask me at first?"
The little girl racked her brains for a while, and suddenly thought: "Father, do you have a son?"
Lu Jun spit out two words coldly: "No."
The little girl stared round her big black eyes, and couldn't stop the joy on her face:
"Really? Daddy, are you really the only child of mine?"
Lu Junhan remained expressionless as always: "Yes."
The little girl was finally happy now.
She hugged her father's hand stickily, and said happily: "Dad, I love you so much! You are really the best and best father in this world!"
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Qidong: "..."
Sure enough, women just have to be coaxed.
Coax well, the world is peaceful.
If you can't coax it well, it will be the end of the world!
…
Considering that Lu Qidong's legs and feet are not very convenient, he can't walk too much in a day.
Therefore, when they come up, they take the elevator directly.
As soon as they walked to the corridor, Song Qingwan's assistant saw them and hurriedly greeted them:
"Young Master Lu, you're here. Hey, just in time, Professor Hussell is looking for you!"
Lu Qidong was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the door of Song Qingwan's ward.
At this time, the door of the ward was indeed open. It seemed that the two of them were finally done.
Lu Qidong asked subconsciously: "Hussel came out? When did it happen?"
The little girl stood among the adults, blinking her black and clear eyes, and her fair little face was soft and cute.
She raised her little head, looked at her father, then at her grandfather, and then at her assistant a few times. Her dark and smart eyes rolled around, but her expression was confused.
Obviously, just the words "Professor Hussel" already made the little girl look confused.
"Just now," the assistant said, "He came out about three minutes ago, but he hasn't seen you all, so Professor Hussell went to the ward again to check Mr. Song's body."
Lu Qidong: "..."
Lu Junhan: "..."
Probably seeing what they were thinking, the assistant coughed lightly in embarrassment, blushed, and explained in a low voice:
"Don't think too much, it's actually the most normal and common inspection."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was a coincidence that Song Qingwan's clear and cold voice came from the ward from all the way:
"Where do you check with your hand! This is the chest, not the stomach! My mother has stomach cancer, not breast cancer!"
Lu Qidong was silent for three seconds, looked at the assistant with a faint look, and coughed lightly, "Are you really sure that the current inspection is the most normal and common one?"
assistant:"… … "
Because of Song Qingwan's roar, Lu Qidong and the others were afraid that they had seen something they shouldn't have seen.
So, instead of going directly into the ward, they waited outside for a while.
Hussel probably also noticed that they were back, and he didn't stay in the ward for long, and came out directly.
Hearing the movement, Lu Qidong quickly raised his eyes and looked over.
With a glance, he ran into Hussel's cold blue eyes that were alienated and indifferent.
There was no temperature fluctuation in those clear blue eyes, and there was even an almost cold-blooded calm.
With just one glance, Lu Qidong was stunned.
The current Hussel is undoubtedly completely different from the refined and reckless flamboyant young man in Song Qingwan's photo who is always smiling.
It is not an exaggeration to say that there are two people.
It's not that Lu Qidong has never seen Hussel before.
In the photos secretly taken by other people abroad, Hussell gives off an extremely alienated and indifferent icy temperament.
Even though his hair color was golden as bright as the scorching sun, it couldn't warm the deep chill wrapped around his body at all.
But now, face to face, although Hussel wore a mask on his face, covering most of his appearance, the first feeling he gave was still cold.
it's too cold.
Like a hard ice that could not be melted for a thousand years, the whole body is as cold and clean as a snowstorm, and the eyes are cold and distant, making it very difficult to approach.
And probably because he is a foreigner, Hussel is very tall, and he is wearing a slender and ascetic close-fitting white coat, which complements his height and legs, tall and thin, like a flower in a high mountain.
His fingers are very white, the kind of white that doesn't see the sun all year round, but it's not sickly. You can clearly see the blue veins on the back of his hands. The joints are distinct, and the fingers are slender, like a work of art.
Just for a while, Hussel also saw him, and didn't say much, but spoke directly.