Yan Qi looked at the brother in front of him, and suddenly he was a little afraid to recognize him, and the meticulous brother who had to comb even a single hair in his memory was now full of stubble and his eyes were red.

"Brother......" Yan Qi whispered Yan Lang, a little cowardly.

Yan Lang looked Yan Qi up and down, his eyes full of distress.

What happened during the time he was away from home?

"Kiki, my brother is back. Yan Lang sat next to Yan Qi and gently pinched his arm tied to the fixer, "Does it hurt?"

Yanqi's injury was in his shoulder blade, although it was only a small crack, but it was enough to make him sweat all over his face.

In addition, the position of the shoulder blade is special, and there is no way to put a plaster cast, so the wound can only be healed slowly.

"My arm is fine. Yan Qi shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the position of his shoulder blade, the little fat hand couldn't go over, he looked at Yan Lang with some embarrassment, and said softly, "I can't reach ......"

A little smile finally appeared on Yan Lang's face, he took Yan Qi's hand, gently pinched his fleshy face, and touched his forehead affectionately.

"Did you hurt your shoulder?" Yan Lang thought for a moment where Yan Qi was pointing just now, "Or on your back?"

"The nurse sister said it was a shoulder ...... Scapula or something, I don't remember what that place was called......" Yan Qi smiled a little innocently.

"Scapula?" Yan Lang combined the position that Yan Qi pointed to just now and what he said, and determined the location of his injury.

"Uh-huh!" Yan Qi nodded heavily, looking at Yan Lang, his eyes full of trust.

Yan Lang looked at Yan Qi distressedly, reached out to help him straighten the broken hair on his forehead, and the ward suddenly became quiet.

Rong Xigu's juice cup fell to the ground, and he didn't bother to pick it up, and the sweet taste of guava juice spilled on the stall, eroding the light gray knitting thread little by little.

Why do you suddenly feel cold under your feet? Still a little wet?

Rong Xigu's toes curled up a few times, and when he lifted it, he felt a little sticky, and when he looked down, the guava juice had already wet the carpet.

"Aunt Chen. Rong Xigu stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the corner of Aunt Chen's clothes, and called her in a low voice.

"Eh, what's the matter, little master?" Aunt Chen looked at Yan Qi and Yan Lang, her eyes suddenly moistened, what is the matter?

"Guava juice—" Rong Xigu pointed to the cup on the ground with some embarrassment, and whispered, "I accidentally spilled it on the carpet......"

When Aunt Chen heard Rong Xigu's words, she hurriedly carried him to the hospital bed.

"Why didn't the little young master say it earlier?" Aunt Chen looked at Rong Xigu a little helplessly, "Are your feet sticky?"

As soon as An Mengyi turned around, she saw Rong Xigu's little feet shining, and when she got closer, she suddenly found that there was something gray on the soles of his feet.

"Xigu. An Mengyi couldn't help but take out the disinfectant wipes from the drawer at the bedside, "What's the matter?"

Rong Xigu looked at An Mengyi shyly, her cheeks flushed.

"I accidentally stepped on guava juice......" Rong Xigu whispered his defense, and after such a toss, Yan Lang finally remembered that he had forgotten something.

Yan Lang stood up from Yan Qi's side, put his hand back in the quilt, patted the quilt gently, helped him tuck his surroundings, and walked towards An Mengyi.

"Hello. Yan Lang's voice was gentle, neither humble nor arrogant, "I am Yan Qi's brother, Yan Lang." ”

An Mengyi ignored him at first, lowered her head and concentrated on rubbing Rong Xigu's little feet, over and over again, cleaning up carefully.

"During this time, please take care of Yanqi. Yan Lang was not angry, and continued, "I don't know how I should compensate you?"

An Mengyi has bodyguards and servants around her, and there is a man standing outside the door who doesn't know if it's a bodyguard or an assistant.

Yan Lang can't see that An Mengyi is by no means an idle person, the aura around her, as well as her appearance and temperament, can see that she must have been in the upper circle for a long time, and she will never be bullied.

"Mr. Yan. An Mengyi folded the disinfectant wipes in her hand, put them in a separate small package, and threw them into the trash, and then stuffed Rong Xigu into the quilt to prevent his feet from getting cold.

Yan Lang only heard An Mengyi call him, and then didn't say anything.

"Tell me. Yan Lang stood aside respectfully and listened to An Mengyi continue.

An Mengyi stood up, took two steps forward, kept the distance between her and Yan Lang at about sixty centimeters, and looked him directly into the eyes.

"I don't know how busy Mr. Yan's work is, so he doesn't even have time to go back to China to see his brother. ”

As soon as An Mengyi came up, she directly poked at Yan Lang's weakness and attacked the vital point.

"I don't know what kind of existence Fang Hong is for you, so that you can rest assured that you will hand over Yanqi to her care. ”

What he said made Yan Lang a little incomprehensible, and he looked at An Mengyi's eyes with some doubts.

"Madam, how did you know me and Qiqi's aunt?" Yan Lang thought that An Mengyi just happened to save Yan Qi from the kidnappers, but she didn't expect to have a relationship with Fang Hong.

"How did you meet?" An Mengyi sneered, looked at the man in front of her, her red lips opened lightly, and she said word by word, "When I saw Yan Qi sleeping in the attic, there was no new clothes to wear." ”

An Mengyi didn't want to say more to Yan Lang, turned around and sat on the chair, took a book from the small bookshelf on the bedside table, flipped to a page casually, and told Rong Xigu a little story.

"Madam, what the hell is this-" Yan Lang asked a little anxiously, but An Mengyi didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, and continued to tell Rong Xigu historical stories.

Yan Lang looked at An Mengyi's back, and then at Yan Qi who was leaning on the head of the bed, and fell into deep self-doubt.

"Mr. Yan. Leng Ying walked out from the shadow by the door and said in a deep voice, "The sister-in-law of your two brothers, Fang Hong, is the culprit who caused Yan Qi to become like this. ”

As soon as Leng Ying said this, Yan Lang's face instantly turned pale.

"How come-" Yan Lang froze in place, his face full of disbelief, "Auntie has always been taking care of Kiki before, and she has always been very good to us!"

Yan Lang's impression of Fang Hong was still stuck nearly ten years ago, when Yan Lang had not yet studied abroad, and everything at home was still happy.

Fang Hong often came to their small villa, at that time the home was just an ordinary two-story villa, with no attic and no small garden.

Later, Yan's father's business gradually grew, and they moved to a new house, which is now forcibly occupied by Fang Hong's family.

When the housewarming ceremony was held, Fang Hong also came to participate, at that time, her eyes were full of blessings, and she also expressed her attitude, saying that she must let her husband work hard in the future, and strive to live in a villa area with their family.

When Yan Lang was a child, Fang Hong was very kind to him, often taking him to play, buying him food, and helping him say good things when his mother reprimanded him.

Later, Yan Lang went to the United Kingdom, and almost every holiday would send gifts to Fang Hong, for more than ten years, although he couldn't go home often, but the relationship between the two families has always been there.

Until two years ago, Yan's father and mother died in an accident in a car accident.

After Yan Lang received the news, he booked the earliest flight, but when he got off the plane and came to the hospital, he only saw two corpses covered with white cloths.

Yan Qi, who was less than two years old, was held in Fang Hong's arms, with a small gauze on her head, and the position of the socket of her left eye was still blue and purple.

"Yan Lang......" Fang Hong's eyes were red when she cried, looking at Yan Lang, her eyes were full of sadness, "Your father and mother are ......"

Grief-stricken, Fang Hong, who couldn't even speak, hugged Yanqi and cried uncontrollably.

Yan Lang had to accept this fact and take care of all the aftermath with Fang Hong's help.

At the Western-style funeral, Yan Lang stood at the forefront with Yan Qi in his arms, the thunder of the day shook his ears, the dripping light raindrops finally turned into a downpour, and the relatives and friends under the black umbrella cried with true or false feelings.

Yan Lang stared expressionlessly at the two pure white crosses in front of him, and the names of his parents were written on the tombstone lying on the ground.

Some of the ashes were buried three metres deep into the ground, and some were brought back to the UK and sprinkled on the surface of the River Thames.

Since then, the two parents have been completely liberated.

Before Yan Lang returned to the UK, he had discussed with Fang Hong whether he wanted to take Yan Qi to the UK with him, Fang Hong had red eyes and told him that he wanted to keep Yan Qi by his side.

"Yanlang, Kiki is still young. Fang Hong said to Yan Lang earnestly, "Your career in the UK has just started, and you have no one to take care of you after taking Qiqi over, so it is better to let Qiqi stay by my side and your brother-in-law." ”

Yan Lang lowered his head, his fingertips rubbed unconsciously, and he was silent for a long time.

Fang Hong and her husband glanced at each other, and then added.

"What's more, now that Mingming is older, she can also help take care of Kiki, don't you say?" Finding that Yan Lang was a little shaken, Fang Hong continued, "Actually, it all depends on your thoughts, if you want to take Kiki to the UK, we have nothing to stop, after all, he is your own brother." ”

Yan Lang clasped his hands in front of him, thought for a while, looked at Fang Hong and nodded slightly, and agreed.

If you want to ask Yan Lang what he regrets most in his life, then he will definitely say-

Choosing to let Yan Qi follow Fang Hong back then was the worst decision he had ever made in his life, and there was no one.