“…… Actually, you and him have crossed paths a long time ago. ”

Xu Youzhi coughed lightly, raised his chin lightly at him, and then tapped his fingertips somewhere on his waist through the quilt.

The so-called "intersection" is, of course, not just those gifts that she directly gave to He Zhili.

Yan Si had no interest in understanding He Zhili at that time, and she usually chatted with Yan Si on the phone and would not deliberately talk about He Zhili, so that in the seven years when he went abroad to study medicine, he had no memory of He Zhili at all.

But since Xu Youzhi mentioned it like nothing, the gifts sent back by Yan Si were all double-portions during the New Year's holidays.

Even in Yan Si's place, the information about He Zhili is like this:

"Little chestnut, male, name unknown, ominous voice, ominous age, ominous height, ominous appearance, and ominous sexual orientation."

He studied abroad for six years, and was admitted to the professional physician for one year of clinical internship, and was just invited to return to China, and the first patient in his hand was He Zhili, who was stabbed.

In the early hours of that morning, he had just reported to the private hospital when he turned his head and received a call from Xu Youzhi.

Twenty minutes later, the ambulance stopped in front of the hospital gate, a teenager was lying on a stretcher, pushed off the car by several medical staff, his beautiful hands covered his lower abdomen, his face was white and terrifying, bright red overflowed from his fingers, the snow-white cloth was dyed with a large patch of blood, the drooping eyelashes were black, and the small fangs were biting his lip, leaving slightly deeper marks.

Xu Youzhi got out of the car after him, stumbling and following the transfer cart, the girl's face was still a little immature, there was a puddle of water at the bottom of her pupils, her white hand held the edge of the light gray and slightly cold transfer cart, looked at him with a pout, and looked at the road in a panic.

The boy was thin, wearing the simplest pure white T-shirt and jet black pants, his complexion was fair and good-looking, and he lay there like a harmless porcelain doll.

He looked at the other party with that clean hand and patted the back of Xu Youzhi's hand comfortingly.

The color of the pupils was like lacquer, the face was slightly sideways, the lips were slightly open, and he comforted her weakly, telling her not to be afraid, and telling her to wait for him to come out outside with peace of mind.

What did she say?

She suppressed her crying and shook her head at him desperately, but her voice couldn't be suppressed.

She said, "You are not allowed to go back...... Don't go back...... I can protect you, I can really protect you. ”

Xu Youzhi had doubted for a while whether He Zhili was He Wan's biological son, otherwise why was he stabbed and bled so much, but he didn't see her show a trace of nervousness.

But then she grew up, about fifteen years old, and through some means, she retrieved all the information about her in the hospital where He Wan was registered when she gave birth, and found that she was not a living baby at that time.

Baby boy, stillborn.

He Zhili is not her biological child.

Therefore, when she was in the middle of the family road, she chose to only take the personal property she transferred, and did not leave with her so-called son, which is really impossible to refuse.

Xu Youzhi silently backed up the information to her computer, and then she was afraid that He Zhili would check it herself when she grew up, so she thought for two seconds, hesitated for a moment, and deleted all the records about He Wan's childbirth in that hospital.

As a result, her behavior caused He Zhili to find nothing in this regard, but the clean abnormality made him really suspicious of He Wan.