Elaborate male god paranoid love

Chapter 282 The Bad Relationship Between Father and Son

"You didn't plan to tell me if you didn't hit the nail on the head? Do you have to wait until the child is dead before you tell me?"

John blushed with anger, and walked upstairs.

After walking a few steps, he found that none of them followed, so he turned and yelled at them.

"You still don't lead me the way?"

Shui Xiyin sighed leisurely, immediately trotted to catch up with her husband, and took John to see Orlando.

Yan Feifei and others followed, some wanted to watch the excitement, some were concerned about Orlando's body, and some had ulterior motives.

Yan Feifei absolutely refused to admit that he was one of those who watched the excitement.

When they came to the door, Shui Xiyin did not push the door to enter, but pulled her husband to persuade her in a low voice.

"Husband, Orlando bled a lot yesterday, and the wound hasn't healed yet. Don't quarrel with him when you go in. If you have something to say, just say it nicely."

"Understood." John was impatient on the surface, but he was still concerned about his son's situation in his heart.

The door opened, and John looked at Orlando who was sleeping on the bed. Seeing his pale face and frowning, John walked into him distressedly.

Shui Xiyin didn't follow, because she knew that Orlando didn't want to see her, so she waited at the door.

The other spectators didn't go in, but poked their heads curiously at the door, wondering what John would do.

John walked over, gently stretched out his hand to caress the stubborn son's face, stretched it halfway, and retracted it.

How long has it been since you last saw him?I remember meeting him on the street at that time, he was still very immature, I didn't expect that a few years later, I saw him lying on the bed again.

"Oh!" John sighed with some emotion.

Orlando, who was already a light sleeper, was awakened. He opened his eyes, looked around in a daze, and habitually touched the head of the bed, but failed to touch his glasses.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he remembered that his glasses were thrown away by Yan Feifei, and Kenny deliberately didn't give him glasses.

He guessed why Kenny didn't match him up, and he was afraid that he, who had finally tricked him back, would sneak away in the middle of the night.

"Feifei." Orlando shouted, he could see a figure standing more than one meter away from him, and he thought it was Yan Feifei and shouted. "Help me up and sit for a while."

John came over and was about to help when Orlando suddenly withdrew his hand.

With the familiar breath, vague outline, and Yan Feifei's body that didn't match Yan Feifei, he immediately realized that this person was not Yan Feifei.

"John Bryce?" Orlando was almost certain that the person who was going to help him was someone who was once very close to him.

"You brat, do you ever call your father's name by name?"

John could still have a peaceful heart, but when he heard that Orlando called him by his first and last names, he suddenly became unhappy.

"Hehe, otherwise what would I call you? Mr. Bryce? Sorry, I don't want to use honorifics for you."

Orlando sneered, waved John's hand away, his face was indifferent and alienated, and those eyes that couldn't see John clearly were as cold as a thousand years of ice.

"You naughty son." John was so angry that he wanted to hit him, not because he saw him hurt, but to teach the naughty son who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Orlando's complexion was very bad, but he still gritted his teeth, sat up with his hands on his stomach, and even wanted to get out of bed.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Feifei immediately went in and supported Orlando.

"Orlando, what are you doing, lie back for me."

"Get out of here, this smells disgusting, I don't want to stay any longer."

(End of this chapter)