"You're not going to tell me if you don't hit the point? Do you have to wait until the child dies before you say it? ”

John's face flushed with anger and he walked upstairs.

After walking a few steps, he found that he hadn't followed, so he turned around and yelled at them.

"Still not showing me the way?"

Shui Xiyin sighed leisurely, and immediately trotted after her husband and took John to Orlando.

Yan Feifei and the others followed, some wanted to see the excitement, some were concerned about Orlando's body, and some were suspicious.

Yan Feifei definitely doesn't admit that he is the one who watches the excitement.

When she came to the door, Shui Xiyin did not push the door to enter, but pulled her husband to persuade her in a whisper.

"Husband, Orlando bled a lot yesterday, and the wound hasn't healed yet, don't quarrel with him when you go in. Something, say it in a good voice. ”

"Got it." John was impatient on the surface, but he was still concerned about his son's situation in the bottom of his heart.

The door opened, and John looked at Orlando, who was sleeping on the bed, and saw his pale face, his brow furrowed, and walked into him distressed.

Shui Xiyin didn't follow up, because she knew that Orlando didn't want to see her, so she waited at the door.

The others, who were watching the excitement, did not go in, but poked their heads curiously at the door, curious about what John would do.

John walked over and gently reached out to caress the stubborn son's face, reaching halfway and shrinking back.

How long has it been since I last saw him? I remember meeting him on the street at that time, he was still very immature, but he didn't expect that a few years later, he would see him lying in bed again.

"Alas!" John sighed with some emotion.

Orlando, who had slept lightly, was awakened, he opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, habitually touched the bedside, but did not touch his glasses.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he remembered that his glasses were thrown away by Yan Feifei, and Kenny deliberately did not give him glasses.

He guessed why Kenny didn't match him, and he was afraid that he would sneak away in the middle of the night.

"Feifei." Orlando shouted, and he could see a figure standing more than a meter away from him, thinking it was Yan Feifei and shouted. "Help me up and sit down for a while."

John walked over and was about to help when Orlando suddenly withdrew his hand.

With a familiar aura, a vague outline, and a figure that didn't match Yan Feifei, he immediately realized that this person was not Yan Feifei.

"John Bryce?" Orlando was almost certain that the people who were going to help him were the ones he had once been close to.

"You stinky boy, do you call your father's name by name and surname?"

John, who could have calmed his heart, was upset when he heard Orlando call him by name and surname.

"Hehe, otherwise what would I call you? Mr. Bryce? I'm sorry, I don't want to use honorifics for you. ”

Orlando sneered, waved John's hand away, his face was cold and detached, and the eyes that couldn't see John clearly were as cold as a thousand years of ice.

"You rebel." John was so angry that he wanted to hit him, not because he saw him injured, but because he taught a good lesson to the rebel who he hadn't seen for a long time.

Orlando's face was very bad, but he still gritted his teeth, sat up with his lower abdomen covered, and even wanted to get out of bed.

Yan Feifei saw that it was not good, and immediately went in and supported Orlando.

"Orlando, what are you going to do, lie back for me."

"Get out of here, it smells disgusting and I don't want to stay any longer."