Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Xiaoyu stood beside her mother.

The originally dull little face twitched suddenly after mother's words, and tears rolled down those dark and clear eyes instantly.

He moved his mouth, but still couldn't say "Dad..."

In his heart, he wasn't even sure, was this person his father?

It was far from the image in his memory.

Usually, that person is very cool, attractive and annoying, and he doesn't even bother to look directly at him.

But the one on the bed, he is so weak, his eyes are closed, he is quieter than when he is asleep...

There was nothing good about him from top to bottom.

How could he be that tall, handsome, cold and powerful father?

Yang Qianyu took a deep breath, swallowed the soreness in her chest, and wiped away her tears to calm down.

"Xiaoyu, talk to dad, maybe he can hear you." The woman turned her head to look at her son and said hoarsely.

Xiaoyu came back to his senses, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and then silently moved forward.

After opening his mouth a few times, he finally made a broken voice: "...Dad."

Yang Qianyu had just calmed down, but when she heard her son call "father", tears fell down again.

can he hear

This "Dad" should be the two words he has dreamed of hearing for a long time.

There was a chair behind him, Yang Qianyu carefully dragged it over, pulled his son to him, and sat down.

"Xiaoyu, gently shake Dad's hand. If you have anything you want to say to Dad, you can say it." The woman looked at her son in her arms and encouraged her.

Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked at the big hand resting quietly on the edge of the hospital bed.

The fingertips were attached to the instrument, and there were abrasions on the back of the hand.

He hesitated and looked back at his mother.

Yang Qianyu knew what he was worried about, and encouraged him softly: "It's okay, just hold his hand gently and don't touch these things."

Xiaoyu nodded, then raised his hand, stretched it out gently and slowly, and finally landed on Dad's thick and broad palm.

"Mom, Dad's hands are so cold..." the little boy turned around and said.

"Well, then you can help Dad warm his hands, he must be able to feel it."

"Okay!" The little guy calmed down quickly, and slowly curled his little hands, pinching the man's palm.

Yang Qianyu hugged her son, watching the man quietly, hoping to see a slight emotional change on his face.

however……

Miracle didn't happen.

He was still in a coma, showing no signs of waking up, not even the slightest change in the electrocardiogram on the bedside monitor.

It was still a gentle, faint stroke.

"Feng Moyan, Xiaoyu is by your side, do you feel it? He is willing to call you daddy, don't you want to wake up to see him and hug him?"

"Xixi said that she misses you, and hopes that you will get well soon and take her home...the little girl doesn't want to stay with me anymore."

"Xiao Zhou may have been frightened and had a fever today, so he didn't bring it."

"You saved him, he knows, he must also recognize you as father."

"When you wake up, both sons will recognize you. Your 'bitter trick' is really worth it..."

Having said that, she couldn't help but smile, wiping tears while laughing.

This is indeed a "bitter trick", and the effect is remarkable, but I'm afraid that if you "play" it too much, it will cause a lifetime of regret.

Xiaoyu held the man's hand, feeling his roughness and thickness, which was different from his mother's soft touch, and an indescribable emotion slowly rose in his heart.

It turned out that Dad's hands are so wide and feel very powerful.

When he recovers, can he hold himself above his head and ride a plane with him on his shoulders?

Many fathers of children can do it!

Seeing his son staring blankly at the man's hand, Yang Qianyu quietly stared in a daze, and asked softly, "Xiaoyu, what are you thinking? Why don't you talk to Dad?". Seven

Xiaoyu looked back at his mother, then turned his head to look at the unconscious man, and said in a childish voice, "I was wondering, when my father gets better, can I hold my brother and me high and sit down like other fathers? Fly like a plane on his shoulders!"

Yang Qianyu felt sore when she heard her son's words.

This scene, the little guy must have been looking forward to it for a long time.

But never heard him say it.

"Of course." She tightened her arms holding her son, looked towards the head of the bed, and said in a slightly harsh tone, "Feng Moyan! Did you hear that? Your son wants you to lift him up so that he can fly on the plane What! Your father has been absent for more than four years, don’t you even satisfy your son’s little wish?”

The man naturally didn't respond, and was still asleep in a lifeless sleep.

She continued: "Actually, Xiaoyu Xiaozhou has been looking forward to his father's appearance. They are very sensible and rarely mention it to me, but I know that they are very eager and yearning in their hearts."

"No matter how comprehensive I am, it's impossible to completely replace my father's role. There are some things that only my father can accomplish."

For example, what my son said just now is to hold high and take a plane.

Or, for example, some of the challenging and perilous games that dads like to engage in when they lead their kids.

After hearing so much from her mother, Xiaoyu couldn't help calling out: "Dad...you wake up, I don't blame you anymore...as long as you treat mother well in the future and don't make her sad anymore, we don't blame you is you."

Yang Qianyu stroked her son's head in relief, and smiled wryly.

The son is not blaming, so is she still blaming?

can not say it clearly.

Thinking of his reckless determination when he saved his son, she couldn't blame him.

However, does this mean that they can continue to live together?

Yang Qianyu fell into deep thought...

If he wakes up and recovers, will she be able to settle down and remarry him?

This question crossed her mind, and she found that she was still uncertain.

The mother and son stayed quietly for 15 minutes, and the nurse came to remind them.

Yang Qianyu sighed, and asked in a low voice: "He doesn't seem to respond, is it useless?"

The nurse explained: "He was injured too badly. It is normal for him to be unconscious now, but it doesn't mean that he has no sense of the outside world. Maybe he heard what you said."

Yang Qianyu was pleasantly surprised, "Will it be..."

"At least, his current situation is not worse!"

When the nurse said this, Yang Qianyu was relieved a lot.

Just consider it useful...

"Xiaoyu, let's go, we should go out." Yang Qianyu took his son.

"Yeah." The little guy turned around, but suddenly thought of something, he put aside his mother's hand and went back to the hospital bed, carefully tiptoed and kissed the gauze on the man's forehead.

"Father... Mom said that kissing doesn't hurt when you're hurt, you need to get better soon."

Yang Qianyu looked at this scene, her nose hurt again, and her eyes were red again.

"Mom, are we going to visit Dad tomorrow?"

"Do you want to come?"

"Well... Actually, I have a lot to say to my father."

"Then we'll ask the doctor's opinion tomorrow."

"Ok!"