Ding Dong was able to conclude almost immediately that the relationship between the father and son was definitely not what it seemed on the surface.

Between them, there are definitely deeper contradictions. So much so that Wen Chenghui accommodated this little son everywhere, but Wen Zihua always showed disapproval, and could even use his father's accommodation to achieve his own little selfishness. As for what this contradiction is, she still needs to dig it out.

Ding Dong didn't get entangled, just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him, with a few doubts in his tone: "You look so energetic, you can't be pretending to be sick, right?"

"Not really. Wen Zihua threw the apple core into the trash can next to the bed, and after saying this, he really coughed twice, and then frowned at her: "I had a fever of forty degrees the night before yesterday, and I was delirious, and later I heard that the family doctor was so frightened that his face turned white, for fear that I would die, and he hurriedly sent me to the hospital." ”

"Why didn't you come early?" Ding Dong had never been so seriously ill, he only knew that if a person had a high fever that did not go away, it was easy to burn out his brain.

Wen Zihua just smiled at her disapprerovingly, and then said in an indifferent tone: "I'm a wealthy medicine jar, I've been frail and sick since I was a child, it's not weird, I thought it was just a common cold, so I didn't care about it, but I didn't expect it to be serious later." ”

"Are you often sick?" Ding Dong was surprised, he looked energetic, not at all like a weak and sick person.

"When I was a child, I was weak and was hospitalized in three days, but my health has improved in the past few years, so I dared to move outside by myself. After all, I'm afraid of death. Wen Zihua smiled brightly, revealing snow-white teeth and an insignificant look.

Outside the window, there was gentle sunlight spilling into the ward, Wen Zihua was wearing a striped hospital gown, and a few strands of loose hair hung down in front of his forehead, which was gilded with a faint warm color by the sun. Although he smiled and groaned, in Ding Dong's opinion, he was inexplicably a little sickly pale.

"The weather is good, do you want to go out for a walk?" Ding Dong asked.

"Okay. Wen Zihua was full of interest, and there was no trace of fatigue on his face, and he didn't look like a patient at all.

But when he actually went downstairs, Ding Dong realized that Wen Zi's paintings were not as vibrant as they seemed on the surface.

He put on a thick coat and took the elevator downstairs with Ding Dong, just walking a few steps on the lawn side by side with her, his face turned pale, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his steps were a little vain.

Ding Dong noticed his unusualness and quickly reached out to help him sit down on the bench next to the tree.

He was short of breath and looked at her with a somewhat dazed gaze.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" she frowned, reached out and probed his forehead, which was hot, and couldn't help but panic a little: "I'll call a doctor for you." ”

Originally, seeing him so lively in the ward, Ding Dong thought that his illness was not so serious, but now it seems that he is still having a fever.

She was about to turn around and call the doctor, but Wen Zihua suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

She looked back at him, only to see a light smile on his face, his eyes looking at her gently, his amber eyes shining and clear in the sunlight.

"It's just a low-grade fever, I don't have much strength, just sit for a while. He smiled, and seemed to be really fine.

"Are you sure?" Ding Dong looked at him hesitantly, "If something happens to you, Mr. Wen will trouble me." ”

"Are you cursing me?" Wen Zihua's breathing had eased a little, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard her say this: "Put your heart in your stomach, with me covering you, the old man won't be fine." ”

Of course, Wen Chengguo won't treat her well, but how to say that Ding Dong is also an outsider, and when he came to the hospital to take care of his son, he took care of his son more seriously, and Wen Chengguo will definitely have a gap in his heart. Now all the development is still expected, and Ding Dong doesn't want to make any extraneous branches.

"Then you must tell me if you are uncomfortable. Ding Dong knew that he didn't want to go back to the ward, so he followed him.

Wen Zihua raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter: "Care about me?"

Ding Dong shook his head: "I'm just afraid of being scolded by Mr. Wen." ”

Wen Zihua's expression collapsed at once, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, Ding Dong's mobile phone rang.

Ding Dong glanced at the caller ID, smiled apologetically at Wen Zihua, and walked a little farther away to pick it up.

Feng Chengyu's voice came from the phone, wrapped in the sound of electricity, and it sounded a little unclear: "You and Wen Zi painted together?"

Ding Dong subconsciously looked around, and the next second Feng Chengyu's voice sounded again: "I'm upstairs." ”

Ding Dong raised his eyes and looked at the inpatient building in front of him, his eyes went up, until he reached the top floor, and saw Feng Chengyu Feng Chengyu standing at the window looking at himself.

In this position, I could only faintly see his face, but I didn't know what his expression was.

"He was sick, and Wen Chengguo asked me to come to the hospital to see him. Ding Dong explained briefly, retracting his gaze.

Feng Chengyu was silent for a moment before he continued: "Stay away from him." ”

Ding Dong didn't answer immediately, but only thought about it for a while before he spoke: "I think...... He's a good breakout. ”

Starting from Wen Zihua, you can approach Wen Chengguo from another aspect. This is also the reason why Ding Dong has never been disgusted with Wen Zi's paintings.

"My words don't work, do they?" It's just that as soon as her voice fell, Feng Chengyu's voice sounded again, and this time even through the current, Ding Dong could hear that his voice was a little colder.

She was silent, but finally spoke up: "Got it." ”

It's because she thinks too much, and Feng Chengyu hasn't changed at all. He was still as domineering and indifferent as before.

Upstairs, Feng Chengyu closed the line and watched Ding Dong stand in place for a while before turning around and walking towards the position of Wen Zihua.

His eyebrows drooped slightly, and the expression on his face was cloudy.

Lin Sen reminded him behind him: "Mr. Feng, the old gentleman said he wanted to see you." ”

Feng Chengyu took one last look at the two people downstairs, then withdrew his gaze and turned around and walked to the senior intensive care unit at the end of the corridor.

Lin Sen followed him for two steps, still curious, so he glanced downstairs, only to see that the lawn was empty, and there was no one.

Why did Mr. Feng look gloomy just now?

Lin Sen wondered in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, and followed him into the ward.

In the ward is the highest status elder of the Feng family - Feng Xiaochuan.

Feng Chengyu's grandfather, Feng Xiaochuan, was also a man of the year when he was in charge of the Feng family.

It's a pity that later, Feng Xiaochuan was old and was about to give way and retire, but Feng Chengyu's father, as the heir, unfortunately died young, Feng Xiaochuan was hit and couldn't afford to fall ill, the Feng family was in turmoil for a while, and all forces were eyeing each other.

At that time, Feng Chengyu was only fifteen years old, and with the support of several loyal elders, he was ordered to take the lead. After years of experience, Feng Chengyu finally stabilized the stormy Feng family, and even made the Feng family's family business more prosperous than when Feng Xiaochuan was in power.

In the following years, he even expanded his territory and single-handedly founded DOS Group, monopolizing major industries along the way, becoming the youngest and most promising entrepreneur in the population.