He didn't know if it was because he was old and his eyes were glazed, but he actually noticed that something rolled down the corner of his daughter's eye.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be teardrops.

What's wrong with this girl?

He couldn't help but worry in his heart.

When he came to see Yan Chuyao in the morning, she was fine, why did she cry at this time?

Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and tears kept pouring from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong? Girl. Why are you crying? It's not good in the morning, why is it sad again? Tell Dad about something, and Dad will help you come up with ideas. ”

The monk who spoke the same boat was confused, and could only mumble depressedly.

It's okay if he doesn't ask, as soon as he asks, the people in the hospital bed cry even more fiercely, and a few sobs came, which made Yan Tongzhou's heart twitch a few times, and he felt distressed.

With a pair of rough and dry old hands, he gently patted Yan Chuyao through the quilt, whispered to her ear, and asked her very distressedly, "Girl, is someone bullying you?" You tell your father, although your father is old, but there is still your brother Wenwu, I will ask your brother Wenwu to help you out. ”

"No one bullied me." Yan Chuyao finally answered him, and her voice trembled from crying.

"Oh." Yan Tongzhou breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he suddenly understood something, "Hey, Yaoyao, the doctors have said that your injury is not serious, rest well, and it will heal after a while, didn't Dad tell you all yesterday." Why are you still crying like a child? How many adults are there, why are they so daring. ”

Yan Tongzhou's tone of voice was no different from usual, if Yan Chuyao hadn't known about his injury, I am afraid that he would still believe in Yan Tongzhou's words.

"Dad, how long are you going to hide it from me?" Yan Chuyao turned her gaze to Yan Tongzhou and asked him with teary eyes.

Yan Tongzhou's body stiffened suddenly, and when he touched Yan Chuyao's questioning gaze, he instinctively drooped his eyelids, and then got up to serve chicken soup to Yan Chuyao.

When serving chicken soup, he turned his back to her, and spoke a little urn-like, "I said girl, what are you talking nonsense, what can Dad hide from you?" Didn't I tell you everything I should have said, don't scare Dad. ”

He took a small bowl of steaming chicken soup, took the spoon, scooped a spoonful to feed to Yan Chuyao, and had a hard smile on his face, "Come girl, how about tasting that taste, see if your father's cooking skills have declined." ”

Yan Tongzhou is no different from ordinary on the surface, but only he knows the weakness in his heart.

He put the spoon that scooped the chicken soup to Yan Chuyao's mouth, but he didn't expect Yan Chuyao to turn his head to the other side, and said angrily: "Dad lied to people, so I don't want to drink it." ”

"Girl, drink it soon, this is boiling for you for an afternoon, you can't taste it without tasting it, so Dad's hard work is not in vain?" Yan Tongzhou also said that the spoon in his hand did not mean to take it back.

Yan Chuyao neither spoke, nor did she listen to Yan Tongzhou's words and turned her head to drink the chicken soup in the spoon.

He was unwilling, and deliberately provoked her with words, "This is Dad has been cooking for an afternoon, Dad is so old, if you feel sorry for my old bones, you can drink it, and it will not be in vain for me to be busy." ”