But he soon reacted, and the two of them have been safe and sound for so many years, which proves that his son may only have suspicions, but no evidence.

"Dad." Wu Weixi looked at his father embarrassedly.

"It's okay, let's eat." Wu Che didn't mind.

Wu Weixi naturally held his father's hand.

"What do you want to eat today?" Wu Che doted.

"I want to eat." Wu Weixi's eyes rolled for a long time, and finally popped out a few words at random. She has eaten all kinds of food, and she just misses her father when she eats with her.

"You're still suspicious of your father." Hearing the sound of the private car starting, Yu Anzhi asked.

Wu Weiji nodded, when he was a child, his mother never complained in front of them about his father who left early and returned late, but the occasional sadness was still discovered by the keen.

What made him suspect the most was that his mother had suddenly lost weight for a while, and he checked his mother's physical examination report during that time, and there was no problem.

When he grew up a little and understood some things, he realized that his mother, who had no worries about food and clothing, and was simple in communication, had such a big change in mood, only the person she loved could do it.

But everything is speculation, and there is no evidence.

Wu Weiji's palm clenched into a fist and slammed it into his desk, the bone joints were bruised and bleeding, he didn't care, just gritted his teeth and looked at the vehicle that was gone.

Kyushu University faculty dormitory.

Qi Shunhua, who was supported by his father and returned to his room, sat on a chair, used his mobile phone to explain his situation to his friends, and politely rejected their idea of coming.

hoped that his son could recuperate, Jiang Mujin even took away his daughter who almost cried when he saw his brother injured.

Now by Qi Shunhua's side, there is only his father who is turning on the water heater for him.

"Shunhua, take a good shower and rest early, I put two stools in the bathroom, you hold on." Qi Jiangao picked up his son who put down his mobile phone and took him to the bathroom.

"I'm just outside, if there's anything inconvenient, just call me."

"Dad, it's not that serious." Qi Shunhua said with a smile.

"Don't underestimate the sprain, if the recovery is not good, your ankle will have a small mood from time to time, forming chronic ankle instability, and then chronic ankle pain, affecting your future sports and life." Qi will be a serious person.

"When you were a child, you didn't suffer such a large area of abrasions when you were playfully fighting, climbing trees, and climbing over walls, and you sprained your ankle."

"Don't play too hard, when you get injured and can't even touch the ball, you know you regret it."

Qi Jiangao seemed to recall his painful lesson, and couldn't help but nag a few more words.

I think that when his fingers were broken, he couldn't touch the ball for a few weeks, and his itchy hands could only stay on the basketball court to watch the ball to quench his thirst.

I still remember that it was the first time that Jiang Muhiscus lost his temper with him in front of his colleagues, and the whole process can only be summed up in four words.

Qi Shunhua couldn't help but smile, and seemed to remember that year, his father was brought back by his mother like a frosted eggplant, and he kept his head down and obediently stayed in the place where he and his sister often stood for more than an hour before his mother was angry.

"I'll be careful." As he spoke, he leaned on the stool and washed up.

When he finished taking a shower and was helped out of the bathroom by his father, he saw Qiqi sitting at the desk with his hands on his cheeks, looking at a bowl of noodles in a daze.