Chapter: 239

"Your mother stayed in the hospital for a total of six days. When she was discharged, she hugged you back. Therefore, everyone thought that you were your mother's birth."

"Actually, if you hadn't seen the video your mother left for you today, your uncle would have forgotten that you were adopted. Uncle, like your mother, always thought you were the child she gave birth in October."

After hearing Qu Lingqiang's words, Lu Zixun stopped crying, and the whole person suddenly became quiet.

Qu Lingqiang took out a tissue from the table and wiped his tears. His tone was low but full of true feelings: "Zixun, whether you are your mother's birth or not, you are my nephew in the eyes of your uncle. Uncle's only relative in this world. I think your mother must think so too."

"Mom?" Lu Zixun looked up at Qu Lingqiang, and Qu Lingxue's gentle and kind face appeared in his mind.

"Yes, your mother must hope that her Zixun will be happy and happy every day. I don't want to see you so sad and sad."

Lu Zixun lowered his head in silence, and suddenly lay on the bed slowly for a long time: "Uncle, I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep for a while!"

Qu Lingqiang touched his forehead with some worry, and then held his slightly cool little hand: "Okay, go to sleep, uncle is here to accompany you."

Lu Zixun took a deep look at him, then turned his head aside, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This time he slept from noon to the setting sun before waking up.

After waking up, Lu Zixun's mental state had returned to normal, and he was still cold, melancholy, and indifferent.

At the dinner table, Qu Lingqiang served him a bowl of porridge, and tentatively asked: "Zixun, are you okay?"

Lu Zixun silently took the porridge that Qu Lingqiang handed over, and slightly stirred a few times with the spoon: "Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine. I survived my mother's death that year, and this message comes to me. Say, nothing."

Qu Lingqiang rubbed his little head distressedly: "Uncle knows that our son Xun is the bravest."

Then, Lu Zixun had nothing to say, lowered his head and drank the porridge silently.

After dinner, he got up to go back to the room to sleep.

Qu Lingqiang stopped him: "Zixun, play games with your uncle for a while! I remember the last time we played together you were only five years old, and I taught you to play."

He didn't want to see Lu Zixun bear too much pressure at a young age. This child should have been happy, but he was tortured by fate with a melancholy face.

Lu Zixun saw through Qu Lingqiang's thoughts, and he nodded: "Okay. What game does uncle want to play?"

"How about the glory of the king? Can you play?"

"No, my dad never let me play with these things, he will only force me to do research." Lu Zixun's immature voice contained a loss that did not match his age.

Qu Lingqiang's heart trembled fiercely. Does that scumbag Lu Haoze really use Zi Xun as a cash cow? Such a small child is at an innocent and playful age. He is trapped in the laboratory every day. No wonder Zi Xun looks indifferent and melancholy at a young age.

He must find a way to pick up Zixun earlier.

"Then what game will you play?" Qu Lingqiang asked with a smile, this child has had a hard time.

Lu Zixun tilted his head and thought about it: "It's the big fish-eating game that my uncle taught me back then."

"Okay, let's go play big fish and eat small fish!"

At nine o'clock in the night, after playing a game for a while, Lu Zixun lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

Qu Lingqiang stood in front of the window, pursed his mouth, looked at Lu Zixun's sleeping little face, was silent for a while, then turned and walked out. JrNovels.com