Play a coquettish in the palm of the boss

Chapter 692 Yan Sijue, He Is Your Biological Son! (18)

Hearing this, Ye Xingtong and Yan Sijue were startled.

Turning around, I saw Lorne lying on the hospital bed with a pair of beautiful big eyes, staring suspiciously at the ambiguous posture of the two.

Ye Xingtong hurriedly stood up, glanced at Yan Sijue's strange face, paused, and finally got out of bed and walked to Lorne's side.

"Xiao En, are you awake?"

She sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand, and gently touched his little face.

Lorne smiled weakly, and the next moment, seeing the burn marks on Ye Xingtong's wrist, he opened his eyes wide in panic.

"Mommy, did your hand hurt?"

"It's okay, Mommy's just got a minor injury, you'll be fine!"

Ye Xingtong didn't care about his injuries, and for a moment, panic covered all his feelings.

Pain, not obvious.

Hearing this, Yan Sijue stood up with difficulty, pursed his pale lips, and asked softly, "Xingtong, I'll ask the doctor to come in and treat the wound for you."

Ye Xingtong was startled, turned around and glanced at him, then smiled, "Yeah."

"Sit with Xiao En for a while, by the way, are you hungry? I'll bring you some food by the way, what do you want to eat?"

Yan Sijue took two steps, stopped suddenly, and looked at Lorne tenderly.

However, the four eyes meet.

Lorne frowned slightly, not hiding his indifference and contempt for Yan Sijue at all.

In this regard, Yan Si was definitely not surprised, his eyes drooped almost invisible, and he gave a bitter smile, "Xiaoen, do you have an appetite to eat?"

"Humph!"

Lorne glanced at him, turned his head away, and ignored him.

Looking at Ye Xingtong, who looked a little strange, he subconsciously approached her arms, blinked his eyes, and said cutely, "Mum, does the injury on your hand hurt? And your face is so pale, Are you uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, just rest for a while!"

Ye Xingtong smiled, leaned down slightly, pinched his little face, and asked, "Do you want to eat something?"

Lorne pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes, I want to eat cake!"

"Does the chocolate taste okay?"

Hearing this, Yan Sijue took the conversation almost immediately and asked him.

But he didn't want to, Lorne frowned fiercely, ruthlessly indifferent, "Who told you that I like chocolate? I hate chocolate the most!"

"You hate chocolate?"

Yan Sijue was startled in surprise, his eyes felt light, and he asked, "Didn't you eat chocolate cake that day?"

"So I got sick afterwards and it turns out, I just hate chocolate!"

Lorne's attitude was simply a little bit harsh.

It's just a kind of pure childish emotion, expressed by him with a kind of bare indifference.

Yan Sijue's eyes froze for a moment, and he stood stiffly on the spot in a bit of embarrassment.

It's not that he can't see that Lorne's loathing for him has reached a point of resistance.

"Xiao En, since you don't like eating chocolate, why did you buy it? And you have to eat all of it, which caused you to induce gastroenteritis?"

On the side, Ye Xingtong frowned slightly when he heard what he said, and couldn't help asking a question.

Lorne's pretty little face instantly turned pitiful, his mouth was pursed, and his voice was especially pitiful.

"Mum... I didn't know that I hated chocolate so much until I ate chocolate that day. Just like some people, I hate it, I just hate it."

His eyes looked at Yan Sijue unabashedly.

(End of this chapter)