doting on one's wife

Fang Lin's beer bottle burst and blossomed on her head, and the gurgling blood flowed slowly from her forehead in an instant. She fell outside the villa with a groan, and the sound of wailing quickly attracted Guyiheng.

Fang Lin smiled wryly, "Mr. Gu, I was just... beaten by a group of debtors..." After speaking intermittently, Fang Lin finally passed out.

Gu Yiheng sent Fang Lin to the hospital, and kept raising his hand to look at his watch. After an unknown amount of time, the door of the emergency room opened, and the doctor came out pushing Fang Lin's operating bed with a warm smile.

"It's nothing serious. After more than a dozen stitches, it looks much better now." Handing Fang Lin to Gu Yiheng, the doctor asked Gu Yiheng to pay attention.

"By the way, as the patient's husband, you must help the patient change the gauze..."

"You misunderstood, I am not Miss Fang's husband." Gu Yiheng interrupted the self-righteous doctor and corrected him solemnly.

The doctor laughed, and glanced at Fang Lin, who was still in a coma, with weird eyes. It was strange. How did this woman tell him that Mr. Gu was her husband when he was just sent in?
Forget it, the matter between men and women has nothing to do with me, the doctor quickly drifted away, leaving a lot of mess to Gu Yiheng.

He looked at Fang Lin in front of him with some headaches, finally he could only sigh, and pushed her back to the ward. Now that Fang Lin was unaccompanied in the United States, it seemed that he had no choice but to hire a nurse for her.

There was a smell of disinfectant in the white ward. After calling Yaya, Gu Yiheng returned to the ward and found that Fang Lin had sat up. He quickly stepped forward to support her, "Be careful, don't touch the wound."

Fang Lin looked up at Gu Yiheng gratefully, "Mr. Gu, you are so kind, thank you for saving me."

Gu Yiheng raised his thin lips slightly, "Since you are awake, I should go back, Miss Fang, take care of yourself." There was no intention of staying and continuing to be a good person in the words.

How could Fang Lin let him go now?If he just left, wouldn't all the sacrifices he made be all-purpose?Immediately making a decision, Fang Lin reached out and grabbed Guyiheng's sleeve, looking at him pitifully.

"Are you really going to leave me here alone? I knew that no one would be sincere to me..." She cried like pears and rain, as if she had been abandoned by Guy Yiheng.

Normally, Gu Yiheng would have stepped forward to comfort her softly, but today, he just stared at Fang Lin coldly, with a hard-hearted look.

Fang Lin's crying gradually became smaller, and finally became silent. "You...why do you look at me like that?"

Gu Yiheng smiled mockingly, "Miss Fang, the acting should stop here. I heard from the doctor that the shape of the wound on your head looks like you smashed it yourself. I don't know if Miss Fang will give me an explanation."

Fang Lin was stunned, which doctor ruined her plan with such nonsense?She grabbed the quilt on the bed tightly, with an aggrieved expression still on her face, "How can I be so cruel to myself as a woman? Does Mr. Gu also believe in such absurd remarks?"

It's not that Gu Yiheng believed in such absurd remarks, but he saw that Fang Lin was indeed not a good woman to get along with. Why did she appear in the Gu's house, and why was she attacked outside the Gu's house?
Now he was entangled in the hospital again, and he almost didn't follow him back to Gu's house to recuperate. Over the years, there were as many women around him as fish in a river, how could he not see Fang Lin's intention at a glance?
Gu Yiheng stretched out his hand to write a check and threw it to Fang Lin, then smiled and said: "I have already paid for the medical expenses for you, and the rest is for compensation. Miss Fang will take good care of her body. There are already flower protectors."

There was probably only so much he could do, and the rest was none of his business.

Guyiheng drove back to the door of the house, just in time for Yaya to take the child to plant a small sapling in the garden. He watched for a long time, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on his lips. Then he got out of the car and held the flower and strode towards the mother and child people go.

"Mommy, Daddy has come home." Dabao raised his head and showed Yaya a pure and harmless smile.

Yaya turned her head to look, and Gu Yiheng was holding a large bouquet of roses in full bloom in her arms, as if a burning flame made her feel joyful.

"For you." Passing the flowers to her, Guy Yiheng habitually put his arms around Yaya, "Yaya, let's go back to China."

Although the United States is good, it is not peaceful. Gu Yiheng vaguely felt that if he stayed any longer, something might happen.

"Yes, yes! We can finally go home!" Dabao and Xiaobao clapped their little hands and jumped excitedly. In their hearts, only the house in City A was their real home.

Yaya also had this intention a long time ago, so she nodded in agreement.

Just when Guyiheng packed his luggage and planned to take Yaya back to China, a letter changed their fate again.

Yaya held up the letter to wake him up from his sleep, her cheeks were as red as a delicate rose, and she excitedly pointed to the letter: "Xiaodong wrote us another letter!"

Gu Yiheng opened the envelope and glanced at the ten lines, and suddenly smiled, "Xiaodong seems to be doing well." The letter still expressed his miss for them, and then told them that he is now in the East Side of New York.

It seems that Xiaodong's father has a certain status in New York. Gu Yiheng put away the letter, and seeing his wife's cheerful appearance, he immediately smiled, "Do you want to see Xiaodong?"

Yaya smiled like a flower, "Since we are leaving, why don't you go see him? It's been a long time since I saw him, Xiaodong must have grown a lot taller."

His wife had this wish, and Gu Yiheng naturally wanted to satisfy her, so the two decided to make some pastries that Xiaodong usually likes to eat, and then choose a day to visit him.

A few days later, Gu Yiheng drove to the East District with his wife and children, and stopped in front of a chain restaurant.

Guyiheng went to the back of the car to get pastries, and Yaya took the children to look around. At this moment, a red motorcycle roared towards Yaya, and Yaya subconsciously avoided it. The sound of a locomotive passing by, the person on the car leaned over and grabbed Yaya's bag and pulled it violently. Yaya watched helplessly as her handbag was snatched away by the person on the car.

She was furious, and immediately took off her high-heeled shoes and threw them at the opponent's head, but of course she missed, Yaya jumped in anger, and Gu Yiheng rushed over, but the two people who started the car had long since disappeared. .

"My wallet is in my bag, damn it!" Yaya looked at Guyi Heng angrily.

Putting his arms around Yaya's shoulders, Guy Yiheng comforted softly, "It's okay, as long as people are fine."

Gangsters are rampant in this area of ​​New York, and being robbed is a very normal thing. Yaya then thought that if the other party had a gun in his hand, it might be more dangerous. Now she just lost a wallet, and she immediately calmed down.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Yaya was attracted by the open layout of the restaurant by the way. It looks like a simple and quaint Chinese restaurant, with deep and melodious jazz playing inside, and the waiters in elegant clothes shuttled among the guests with plates, softly Serving in a low voice.

After Gu Yiheng looked around, he finally set his sights on a man who was busy at the front desk. The man was tall and tall, with a little ice blue in his deep eye sockets, and the lines on his side face gave him the feeling of a sculpted handsome man.

At this moment, he is mixing drinks, looking like he is enjoying himself.

Gu Yiheng walked up, propped his hands on the bar, and just met the man's eyes. The man seemed surprised, and then he took a look at Gu Yiheng. Both of them saw appreciation in each other's eyes.

"Excuse me, are you Xiaodong's family?"

Qiu Mingji raised his head in surprise, "You are?"

"Gu Yiheng, Xiaodong's adoptive father."

Qiu Mingji immediately stretched out his hand and said enthusiastically, "Hi, I've heard about you from Xiaodong. I'm Qiu Mingji, Xiaodong's father."

Yaya and Guyiheng were taken aback at the same time, it turned out that he was Xiaodong's biological father.

The three sat together around the table, and Yaya asked suspiciously: "Since you are his biological father, why have you never gone to him?"

Qiuming bowed his head in silence for a moment, and then smiled softly, "There are some reasons that I can't explain clearly, so after he was born, I sent him to a nursery for safety, and when I found him again, I didn't I found out that a long time has passed, and the nursery is no longer there. Fortunately, you took him in in the end."

"So, you sent someone to our house to take Xiaodong away?" Yaya's face darkened slightly, this person was too rude, actually sent someone to their house to take Xiaodong away privately.

Qiu Mingji shrugged apologetically, in full American style.

The matter has come to this point, and it is meaningless to entangle who is right and who is wrong. Yaya and Guyi Heng looked at each other and asked to see Xiaodong. They headed home.

The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa, and the housekeeper ran out and opened the door enthusiastically, "Mr. Qiu, Master Xiaodong is studying hard."

Yaya stretched out her hand to hold Guyiheng's hand, and smiled at him in relief. Fortunately, Qiu Mingji was very kind to the child.

Walking in along the door, among the colorful flowers, the neatly dressed Xiaodong is studying painting seriously under the guidance of the teacher. He looks down at the fallen leaves on the ground, copying stroke by stroke, and the teacher nods approvingly. Seeing Qiu Mingji approaching, he immediately stood up and wanted to say hello, but he stopped him.

Yaya and Guyiheng walked behind Xiaodong. On the drawing board, a bouquet of daisies bloomed beautifully. Yaya couldn't help but reached out and touched Xiaodong's head. Xiaodong turned his head in surprise and saw Yaya From the first sight, I jumped up in surprise.

"Mommy!" He threw himself into Yaya's arms, and couldn't help but have a sore nose. He thought that as long as he was strong, he wouldn't cry, but now he realizes that when he sees someone close to him, the feeling of sadness and grievance is completely different. Unable to control.

"Daddy, Mommy, you finally came to see Xiaodong! There are also Dabao and Xiaobao!" He bent down and hugged his two younger brothers, his eyes were red and swollen with excitement. What could compare to the warmth of being together at this moment? ?
Yaya bent down and said softly: "You are doing well, your father and I can rest assured, Xiaodong, work hard in the future, and live hard, okay?"

Xiaodong nodded desperately, "Xiaodong will listen carefully to every word Mommy says."

Yaya stretched out her hand to hold Xiaodong's little hand. Although it was cold, it made her feel a little warm. This child has the perseverance and bravery that adults can't match. It seems that she and Guyi Heng did not adopt him in vain.

Qiu Mingji, who had been quietly watching Xiaodong from the side, said with some envy, "This kid is still closer to you. I have brought him to the United States for so long, and he has never been so affectionate to me."

Xiaodong lowered his head silently, and the joy just now suddenly disappeared.

Gu Yiheng noticed that the atmosphere suddenly became weird. He stared at Xiaodong with his dark eyes, and said softly: "Xiaodong, tell Daddy, are you doing well here? If not, Daddy will bring you here at any time. you go."

A smile appeared on Xiaodong's childish face, "I'm doing well, really."

Qiu Mingji smiled slightly: "With your supervision, how can I treat Xiaodong badly?"

Yaya reluctantly led Xiaodong, and a group of people came to the living room. After exchanging pleasantries with each other, Qiuming ordered them to be sent to the guest room to rest, and Xiaodong also returned to his room to rest.