Chapter 2891: Child's mother

"Young Master fell asleep before eating at night." Wang Sao said worriedly.
Zuo Xiao said lightly, "Let it go, you go out."
Wang Sao put down the tray and walked out. The room was very quiet.
The man sat down by the bed and looked at his son who was sleeping with his brows tight.
With gauze on his forehead, he heard that he had a fight with someone today.
"The kindergarten children have been talking behind their backs that the young master does not have a mother..."
"Today, a kid scolded the young master as... a wild species, an orphan... so when the young master got angry, he started fighting!"
"Sir, you have never cared about the young master... he is just a child... only four years old..."
Wang's wife's words kept ringing in her ears, he was so young, only four years old.
But he really regarded him as a little adult!
Does anyone dare to call his son a wild species?
Still always!
The man's eyebrows are getting tighter and his chest rises and falls.
For this son, he did not pay much effort and care.
When he came suddenly, he was always busy, and he always looked like an adult in front of him, and was even a little repulsive sometimes.
But, anyway, this is his son.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the little guy's head, soft, small.
Suddenly, the little bun woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked at the man sitting next to him, a pair of bright eyes with a light that resembled surprise.
"Awake?" He said softly, his tone softened.
Zuo Zexi nodded, then looked away from him and didn't sleep.
"Get up and eat something!" Zuo Xiao said.
The little guy shook his head and said softly, "No appetite."
He didn't look at his dad, and turned his face away with an expression of trying hard not to cry.
Looking distressed, the eyes gradually moistened.
"Son tell my dad who hurt you?"
Zuo Xiao looked at the little guy's aggrieved but strong appearance, and his heart suddenly softened.
Zuo Zexi suddenly turned his head and said, "Who said he hurt me? He was taught by me, okay?"
Zuo Xiao didn't speak, he pouted his mouth and said, "He can't be beaten by me anymore, I beat him badly."
The little guy said with a sharp tone in his tone.
A pair of black eyes was filled with Xiao Han's light.
When Zuo Xiao saw his son doing this, his heart gradually cleared up.
He touched his son's head, "Good job, this is my son."
Then the little guy dropped his head again and said nothing.
Rarely a man took his son into his arms, lowered his head and asked, "Does it hurt?"
The little guy shook his head, then turned to look at him and muttered, "Dad, can you borrow my phone to use it?"
Zuo Xiao was startled, and naturally understood why he wanted to do this.
He thought for a while, "You have eaten your meal."
Xiao Baozi's eyes suddenly lit up, "I have eaten, will Dad borrow my phone?"
Zuo Xiao nodded.
Leaving the phone, he went back to the bedroom alone.
Soaking in the bathtub, he suddenly felt that he didn't seem to know his son at all.
The father and son have lived together for four years, but they are not close.
Even, many times there is no communication.
Did he ignore him too much?
It's half past ten after taking a shower and changing clothes, and Xiao Baozi is already asleep.
He pulled the quilt for him, then picked up the phone.
Back to the room, lying on the bed, the man turned on the phone.