"Wrong." Ye Rongyuan corrected him: "And my parents, my second brother, follow me." ”

Ouyang Fu only felt when he heard this: Isn't what he said nonsense?

Could it be that the little painter could go to the banquet by himself?

Ye Rongyuan yawned again, "Is there anything else?" ”

"It's gone." Ouyang Fu saw that he looked tired, and asked in wonder, "Didn't you go to work in the group today?" Why are you stuck like this? ”

Ye Rongyuan was not angry at all, and was even a little proud, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "You don't know this, playing with children is a very tiring thing." ”

As far as he knows, the youngest child of the Ou family is Ouyang Fu, and Ouyang Fu is nineteen years old, so he is a fart child.

What he said was mostly showing off.

Ouyang Fu is not blind in his eyes and deaf in his ears, and he can see and hear it.

He looked like he was stunned, and looked Ye Rongyuan up and down: "I've never seen you so naïve before?" ”

"Am I naïve? I'm the CEO of Yip's Group, am I naïve? Ye Rongyuan laughed exaggeratedly, "It may be that I played too much with my family An An today, and I became naïve." ”

Very well, this is showing off again.

If it weren't for the sake of the little painter, and for the fact that Ye Rongyuan really helped him today, he would still be scratching his head and thinking about what gift to give his father.

Ouyang Fu closed his eyes speechlessly, then waved his hand at him, signaling him to hurry up and stop showing off.

Ye Rongyuan's purpose of showing off was achieved, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, and he glanced at the car behind him, "Have you been playing low-key recently?" ”

"Taxi." Ouyang Fu just got off the plane and rushed directly to the Ye Family Hospital, and he didn't have time to go home and then drive over by himself.

"Oh." No wonder, I thought that the son had changed sex.

Ye Rongyuan didn't speak again, turned around and walked towards the hospital.

Ouyang Fu subconsciously called out to him, "Eh-"

When he turned around, he couldn't speak again, and he held it for a long time before he asked in a low voice, "Is your sister okay?" ”

The Ye family did not disclose the private affairs of the family to the public, and the things about Ye Chaosi were blocked, and outsiders only knew that the daughter of the Ye family was sick and unconscious, and they didn't know anything else.

Ouyang Fu also heard about Ye Rongyuan's sister's illness, and a few years ago, he also attended the wedding of Ye Rongyuan's sister and the president of the Qin Group, but he didn't have much contact with Ye Rongyuan's sister, and only met a few times.

And after his sister fell ill, he didn't have much contact with Ye Rongyuan, and in Ouyang Fu's opinion, the Ye family was like suddenly building a wall, refusing to be approached by any outsiders.

Although Ouyang Fu felt that he had a good relationship with Ye Rongyuan, he didn't dare to ask more about Ye's private affairs.

It is rare to see each other this time, also because of the "connection" of a small painter.

Ye Rongyuan's footsteps paused slightly, "It's good." ”

There was no emotion in the tone, it was a very calm three words.

"That's good." Ouyang Fu scratched the back of his head a little embarrassed, and changed the topic: "Say hello to your sister and the little painter for me, by the way, can you not let the little painter call me crazy uncle?" ”

Ye Rongyuan didn't look back, raised his hand and waved, he heard his words, but it was another matter whether he did it or not.

Until the people disappeared, Ouyang Fu got in the car and reported the address of a gallery.

The little painter's painting was just a piece of paper, and he had to frame it so that it could reach his father in the most perfect way.

Ye Rongyuan returned to the ward, his steps were extremely light.

There is only one companion bed on this side of the ward, and the little milk group has her own small bed, and the escort bed is placed at the door of the room.

Because they all wanted to stay, they finally decided by drawing lots that Ye Liyuan would sleep in the companion bed on the first night.

Ye Rongyuan didn't sleep on the comfortable bed in the lounge next door, and came to sleep on the sofa in the living room here.

At this point, he walked to the door of the room first and looked inside.

Ye Liyuan hadn't slept yet, when he heard the movement, he glanced up at him and lay back down.

Ye Rongyuan looked at the other two beds, one was asleep with his sister Ye Chaosi, and the other was sleeping with a small milk ball.

After watching for a while, he returned to the sofa in the living room.

It was really uncomfortable to be squeezed into the sofa with a one-meter-eighty-eight body, but he was still very happy, looking sideways in the direction of the door of the room, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

The appearance of the little milk group brought them hope and happiness, and Ye Rongyuan always felt that every day in the future, they would get better and better, including his sister.

Qin Suian woke up naturally from sleep, rubbed her eyes in a daze, and when she saw her mother on the hospital bed next to her, she immediately bent her round eyes happily: "Ma Ma~"

Even though her mom was still sleeping, she couldn't respond to her.

Qin Suian got up from the small bed, stretched out her little hand to hold her mother's hand under the quilt, and said softly: "Good morning Ma Ma~"

Old Madam Ye woke up as soon as it was dawn, and came to the living room here to wait for the little milk group to wake up.

Faintly hearing some movement, she got up and opened the door of the room, and when she saw the little milk ball lying on the side of the bed holding her mother's hand, she raised her lips and smiled, "An An woke up?" ”

Qin Suian turned his little head, and said softly in a small milk voice: "Good morning grandma~"

"An'an, good morning." Mrs. Ye walked to the side of the little milk group, knowing that the little milk group liked to hold her mother's hand the most, so she didn't interrupt her, but gently touched the top of the little milk group's hair, "Are you hungry?" ”

Qin Suian replied seriously: "Only a little hungry ~ not very hungry ~"

"Then drink some milk first." Mrs. Ye took out the milk prepared in advance, held the bottle, and helped the little milk group adjust the angle, so that the little milk group could drink the milk while holding her mother's hand.

Warm and mellow milk was drunk into the little belly, and Qin Sui'an's little milk belly slowly bulged, and he would not be hungry.

After drinking a bottle of milk, Mrs. Ye put the bottle aside and hugged the little milk ball into her arms, "An An, let's go wash and change clothes first, okay?" ”

"Mmmm, yes~" Qin Suian nodded his little head and waved his little hand to his mother on the hospital bed, "Ma Ma will see you later~"

Mrs. Ye walked out of the room with her in her arms and went to the lounge next door to wash and change clothes for the little milk group.

When they came back, Mr. Ye, Ye Liyuan, Ye Rongyuan, and the three of them also came over, and breakfast was set on the living room table.

Qin Suian held his mobile phone in his hand and skillfully made a video call to her father.

Almost to the extent of seconds, the mobile phone screen flashed, and Qin Haochen appeared in front of the camera.

"An An, good morning, are you having breakfast?"

The father and daughter had just made a video call before going to bed last night, but after all, it was through the mobile phone, and Qin Haochen couldn't stop thinking about the little milk group all the time.