Ye Sishen's face changed slightly, and he wasn't sure if Ye Sibai was joking.

His younger brother was moody and unpredictable, and it was really difficult to guess Ye Sibai's true thoughts.

After thinking about it, Ye Sishen was the one who was at a loss, so the dignified commander-in-chief lowered his voice and sat down on the edge of the bed: "What do you want." ”

"I don't want to be the crown prince."

"Nope."

"Why don't you show me Xiao Qi's information."

"Nope."

"The days of enthronement are extended by five years."

"Nope."

Ye Sibai turned over suddenly, glared at his own brother faintly, and wanted to punch him in the face: "Real men, don't always say no!" ”

Ye Sishen saw Ye Sibai's obviously thin cheekbones, and his tone was as tactful as possible: "Third child, you must want the throne." As for Fu Qi, listen to the eldest brother's advice, don't Xiao want to get her. ”

Ye Sibai stared at his brother for a long time, pinched the futon with his fingers, and said slowly: "Your special combat team has eighteen teams, give me half." ”

"This one does." Ye Si bowed his head, the eighteen special combat teams were originally prepared for the prince, and Ye Sibai accepted it in advance, which was not considered to be out of bounds.

Ye Sishen stayed in the ward for five minutes before he was ready to get up and leave.

Ye Sibai sat up from the bed, picked up the rice porridge left by the bed, and stirred it with a spoon: "It's only been five minutes, and you're gone?" ”

Ye Si Shen said: "The newborn hasn't woken up yet, I'll go see him." ”

Who is more important, daughter-in-law or brother?

Go without saying.

Ye Sibai grinded his teeth and watched his brother leave. He was alone in the room again, Ye Sibai distracted the rice porridge absentmindedly, subconsciously took a sip, and almost smashed the porridge bowl to the ground!

Only then did he notice that the porridge bowl was red and gorgeous, and it was actually a fishy red bean porridge... It's true that he likes red bean porridge, but he's never drunk porridge with such a fishy smell!

It's unpalatable, but there is still a bit of inexplicable familiarity.

Ye Sibai put the porridge bowl back on the bedside table in disgust, poured it back into the bed and continued to sleep, and after recovering his strength, the first thing he did was to go to Fu Qi.

In the ten days that he was lying in the hospital bed, Ye Sibai felt like he had been poisoned by Fu Qi, thinking about Fu Qi all the time, even in a drowsy dream, there was Fu Qi's figure - although he was always beaten by Fu Qi.

A short time after lying down, the door to the hospital room opened again.

Ye Sibai's nose has a keen sense of smell, and in the pungent disinfectant water, he still smells the kind of light breath that belongs to Fu Qi.

Ye Si's white and black eyes were dripping, and he opened his eyes with "difficulty", looking at the person sitting on the edge of the bed pitifully.

"Little Seven..."

As soon as Fu Qiyi came in, what he saw was Ye Sibai's pale and handsome face, and his slender eyelashes fanned weakly, leaving a gray shadow under his eyes, as if every time he opened his eyes, it was a countdown to life.

Sick and pitiful as Lin Daiyu.

The whole body is performing: the sorrow of the two souls, and the illness of the coquettish body. Tears are dotted, delicate ~ panting slightly.

Fu Qiyi suddenly felt a little rare pity in his heart, and couldn't help asking, "Is it better?" ”

If you are a normal man, you will definitely raise your head and chest up, and say with pride: It's okay, a manly man, why worry about a minor illness.

It's a pity that Ye Sibai is not a normal man, he only stretched out his right arm pitifully, and there were bruised marks left by blood draws and infusions on his arm, and his voice was soft: "It hurts me to death..."

Fu Qi: "...".

"I'm so hungry." Ye Sibai lowered his eyes and smiled weakly, "It's a pity that I don't have the strength in my hands, and I can't even drink porridge." ”