Chapter 571

The other side.

Su Zhai.

Su Zhengxiao is sitting on the sofa with a pile of documents in front of him, dealing with official business.

Uncle Liu stood by, trying to stop talking.

"What's up?"

Su Zhengxiao paused slightly with the tip of his pen and looked at it.

Uncle Liu said, "young master, since he took the young master back, he didn't eat or drink."

"Not to your taste?" Su Zhengxiao asked faintly.

"I think I should miss my wife."

For a moment, Su Zhengxiao looked cold and full of hostility: "remember, don't lift that woman in Su's house."

"Yes."

Uncle Liu answered carefully. Finally, he said, "what do you do, young master?"

Su Zhengxiao frowned slightly.

After a long time, he said, "call Tang Xiaoran and ask him what he likes to eat."

Uncle Liu thought to himself: only state officials are allowed to set fire, and people are not allowed to light lights.

But he didn't have the courage to say it.

Immediately, call Tang Xiaoran and turn on the handsfree.

"Hello, uncle Liu, you call me. Is something wrong with Jingxuan?" Tang Xiaoran's voice was anxious and urgent.

"No, madam..."

Aware of the sight of the strafe, uncle Liu quickly changed his mouth: "Miss Tang, what do young masters like to eat?"

Mentioning Jingxuan, Tang Xiaoran's voice was light and soft: "Jingxuan's stomach is bad. You have to drink porridge twice a day. You can only eat stimulating food occasionally..."

"Also, Jingxuan's legs are not sharp enough. Please take him to the hospital for examination."

"He doesn't like pure milk either, so when drinking pure milk, he should put some sugar in it."

Uncle Liu nodded, "OK, I've written it down. Hang up first."

"Wait."

Tang Xiaoran is still saying, "he occasionally kicks the quilt when he sleeps at night. He prefers to eat chestnut, kiwi fruit and raisin instead of pear."

I always feel that there are too many things about children that have not been explained.

"If he really has no appetite, you can cook some wonton for him to eat."

"OK."

Tang Xiaoran continued, "he doesn't like wonton outside. If it's convenient, I can send some of my own bags."

Before uncle Liu could speak, Su Zhengxiao said in a deep voice, "it's inconvenient. Don't let her step into Su's house!"

On the cell phone, Tang Xiaoran heard it clearly.

She clenched her teeth, pinched her fingernails into her palm, and it hurt.

Uncle Liu couldn't bear it and comforted: "don't worry, sister Tang. Someone will take care of the child specially, and will pay attention to the child's condition all the time. There will be no problem."

Tang Xiaoran was stunned and said something; "That's right."

Immediately, the phone was ruthlessly hung up.

It's good not to make this call. She can hold back and be as calm as water.

But now, the calm heart is rippling.

Uncle Liu won't call for no reason. There must be something wrong with Jingxuan.

The distance between Jingxuan and Su Zhengxiao is too far away. It's no better than a stranger.

She was really worried about whether Jingxuan was hungry, whether she ate, whether she was uncomfortable there and whether she cried.

More probably, her original choice was wrong.

If, at that time, she didn't agree to marry Su Zhengxiao and the Su family took the child away directly, she would also hurt. It was the kind of heartbreaking pain.

However, it's good to despair. That's the happiest pain method.

Cut the mess with a quick knife. One knife breaks and hurts short.

Now there is such a strong feeling with Jingxuan, which has become a long pain, hee hee mother, deep into the bone marrow.

I don't know when this pain will stop.

……

Su Zhai.

Uncle Liu asked the servant to cook wonton and send it to the room upstairs.

Half an hour later, the servant came down again with a bowl.

Uncle Liu asked, "did you eat?"

The servant shook his head: "no, uncle Liu, you'd better go and have a look. It's been two days. If you don't eat or drink, there will be problems.

Uncle Liu went upstairs and went to his room.

I saw that Jingxuan's small body was sitting on the balcony with a line of tears on his face. He didn't eat or drink.

He has never been separated from his mother since he was a child.

Looking at the poor little shape, uncle Liu only felt distressed.

"Young master, cook wonton and eat some, will you?"

Jingxuan shook his head: "no, I want my mother and go home."

"Hey..." uncle Liu sighed, "young master, this is your home, and don't mention your mother in the future."

Jingxuan didn't speak and turned around.

He is very stubborn. No matter what he says, he still refuses to eat a mouthful.

Uncle Liu coaxed for a long time. His mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. It was useless at all.

He had no choice but to leave.

Su Zhengxiao went to the company. When he came back, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Uncle Liu quickly came forward and explained the situation of Jingxuan.

Hearing the speech, Su Zhengxiao frowned and said, "let the cook heat the wonton."

Uncle Liu nodded.

After taking off his suit and coat and throwing it aside, Su Zhengxiao went upstairs.

Stepping into the room, he looked up at Jingxuan, whose eyes were red with tears.

"What are you crying for?"

Su Zhengxiao tore away his shirt and looked coldly: "Tang Xiaoran has taught you nothing else these years. He has taught you the indiscriminate trick of crying and kneeling."

Jingxuan's body shrunk and ignored it, wiping tears.

Alone with Su Zhengxiao, he was still a little afraid.

At this time, uncle Liu came in with wonton.

Su Zhengxiao pulled his thin lips and said, "eat!"

Jingxuan still curled up there without looking up or moving his chopsticks.

Su Zhengxiao has never been close to children, so he doesn't know how to communicate with children.

Therefore, we can only follow our own routines and educational methods: "why not eat?"

Jingxuan's body twisted. He still didn't speak and buried his head in his knee.

After all, he is his own son. Although he hasn't brought much since childhood, he still has the same blood.

Therefore, Su Zhengxiao rarely asked patiently, "I don't mean I like wonton. Why don't you eat it? Don't you want to eat? What do you want to eat? Let the kitchen do it."

Jingxuan closed his mouth.

As the president of Su's group, he always speaks and does things vigorously, and his staff are more efficient,

At this moment, I couldn't ask any questions. Like a mute Jingxuan, I sank my voice and looked sharp: "speak!"

Jingxuan was yelled and cried again.

His tears were like beads of broken thread, falling down and shaking.

Uncle Liu couldn't bear to speak, but he didn't dare to speak at the thought of Su Zhengxiao's warning.

"Mr. Su, he is still a child, too young."

"Eight years old, still young? He's a man. Just tell him what he wants and what he wants to do. It's a girl crying." Su Zhengxiao's voice became colder and colder. "What else can he do except cry?"

In his opinion, boys should be like steel.

At the age of three, he has begun to be educated as the successor of the Su family.

After three years old, he never knew what tears were like.

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