When Yatong went to donate blood, Song Cheng's eyes became darker and darker, and he always felt something was wrong.
After donating blood, he pulled Yatong aside and pulled a hair from her head.
Yatong was startled, "Xiao Cheng, what are you doing?"
Song Cheng's eyes flashed with gloom, and he whispered: "I suddenly suspect that you are my father's biological daughter."
Ya Tong looked at Song Cheng in disbelief as he lowered his voice. "Are you crazy? Why are you talking nonsense?"
How could she be Uncle Song's daughter? Her mother had told her that her biological father was a rapist. How could Uncle Song be a rapist?
But she looked at Song Cheng's expression and it seemed that he was not joking. Her eyebrows knitted together and she began to think seriously.
Uncle Song called her Yanyan when he was drunk last night. That was obviously the name of Uncle Song’s favorite woman, but why did he shout at her?
Does she look like Yanyan?
Just now, the nurse said the same thing. She could tell at a glance that she was Uncle Song’s daughter.
So, could she really be Uncle Song’s daughter?
A dark glint flashed in Song Cheng's eyes. He has always been very meticulous.
When the old man looked at Yatong last night, he felt something was wrong. Coupled with the nurse's words, he became even more suspicious.
He frowned and lowered his voice, "Identify it."
Yatong felt that he was right, so she stopped talking.
Song Huihai's wounds were treated well and he woke up soon.
Yatong stood beside Song Cheng. When she saw Song Huihai woke up, she hurriedly asked, "Uncle Song, are you awake?"
Song Huihai opened his eyes and looked around. His face was pale. He thought he should be in the hospital.
Today is New Year's Day. He drove to the hospital alone to see Song Li, stayed in the ward with Song Li for a while, and then went home.
On the way back, he was in a trance. Thinking back to how he rudely called Yatong Yanyan last night, he felt very sad.
Yanyan, his Yanyan left without saying goodbye.
Recalling the past, his eyes became a little blurry and a feeling of discomfort welled up in his heart.
Just like that, I was not paying attention and bumped into the car in front, causing a rear-end collision.
He felt a sharp pain in his forehead, saw blood on the back of his hand that was holding the steering wheel, and then he lost consciousness.
Come to think of it, he should have been taken to the hospital by now.
He looked around again and didn't see Song Ling and Liu Zhiyuan.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that Ling and Xiaoyuan didn't come."
Song Cheng didn't say anything and always looked as timid as a mouse in front of him.
Ya Tong looked nervous and concerned.
“Uncle Song, you must be careful when driving. Today was really scary, but fortunately nothing happened. If something went wrong, what would our family do? If you are too tired in the future, don’t drive by yourself.”
Song Huihai looked at her, a trace of warmth rising from his heart, "It's okay, I'm fine!"
Ya Tong asked with concern: "Do you want to drink some water? Does the wound still hurt?"
Song Huihai shook his head, as domineering and rigid as ever: "Don't be nervous, this little injury is nothing."
A nurse came in and boasted admiringly, "Mr. Song, your daughter is so filial and sensible. When she heard you had lost a lot of blood, she immediately rolled up her sleeves to donate blood for you."
Song Huihai found that her face was paler than before, and he said excitedly: "Ya Tong, thank you!"
Yatong shook her head. "Uncle Song, what are you talking about? You accepted me and gave me the warmth of a family. It's only right that I do something for you."
Then, Song Ling, Liu Zhiyuan, and Xu Su arrived.
Because Song Huihai's injury was not serious, he just needed to lie down and rest for two days due to bleeding.
Liu Zhiyuan was very nervous when she entered the ward, her face pale: "Dad, are you okay? Are you okay?"
Song Huihai was embarrassed to see them all coming.
"It's okay, this hospital is really good. It's just a minor injury that alarmed all of you. It's New Year's Day."
Liu Zhiyuan looked at Song Huihai. He looked quite pale and had a bandage on his forehead, but he seemed to have no other problems. So he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, we are your family, your children, and we are worried about you getting hurt. The hospital must notify your family immediately. If the hospital doesn't notify us, I will be very anxious!"
Her worried look made Song Huihai's lips flush red. He felt a hint of warmth in her hoarse voice, "It's really okay."
"I'm going to talk to the doctor." After saying this, Song Ling turned and left.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at his back and explained to Song Huihai, "He's worried. He went to ask about your health."
She knew the man's character. He was not sentimental and could not say warm and considerate words. He might not be able to express himself well in front of so many people.
But he was really worried about Song Huihai. He said nothing along the way, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.
Song Huihai nodded and said, "Actually, there's no need. I'm fine. I know my physical condition best, and I know it in my heart."
Liu Zhiyuan knew that even though he said that, he was still very happy in his heart because his eyes were full of love.
She soothed him, "It's okay, he's your son. You have reason to be nervous. When he was sick as a child, you must have been more nervous than he was."
Song Huihai recalled that time with embarrassment: "I was nervous, but this guy always made me mad."
Xu Su was also there, he was in a good mood and joking,
"Xu Su, you know everything about Ling's childhood. Tell me if it was awkward before."
Seeing that he was fine, Xu Su sneered and said, "Yeah, big brother used to deserve a beating! So, you should give him a good beating today. You say your neck hurts, your shoulders are sore, anyway, you should give him a good beating!"
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