Marriage in crisis

I thought about it and started from the beginning, how I fell into a coma, how I lost the child, how I woke up, how I secretly investigated... until I talked about why I didn't want Deng Jiazhe, and so on. , all told Dabaojian in detail.

Of course, some things can only be avoided.

I looked at Dabao seriously. She was pretending to be strong, but she listened very seriously. That little look really made me feel bad.

As I spoke, She Hui, Zhou Haizhen and the others cooperated to prove that I was not lying.

"So, your father broke the law and should be punished by the law. But he did not repent and escaped from prison. This is why the police want to pursue him!" I said it clearly.

"Why did he do this? Why did he harm our mother? Mom...why did he do this?" Dabao asked loudly, gritting his teeth. I knew that this time she really felt sorry for me.

"It's not enough to harm my mother. I also changed my brother. I only knew that my little brother was held in the wrong arms. But it turned out to be my father's fault! No wonder you want to divorce him!" Dabao looked at me and wiped his eyes. "So I didn't understand why you had to divorce him. I thought you were selfish and refused to have him!"

I looked at her, my eyes a little warm, "So do you understand now? Do you think mom's choice is right?"

Dabao stared at me without blinking for a long time, then nodded, "...Yes! He has brought us all shame! Mom...thank you...thank you I went to Suzhou to study, otherwise I will be laughed at! Me, my father is actually a wanted criminal! He actually dares to kill someone!"

She collapsed as soon as these words were spoken. She couldn't control her emotions and cried bitterly.

I quickly pulled her into my arms and held her tightly, tears falling down one after another, and I choked silently.

In fact, from beginning to end, after going through the whole process, I never cried over this matter.

However, today I see my Dabao so sensible and sad, which makes me heartbroken beyond measure.

"Daughter, he made a mistake and it has nothing to do with us. You don't need to feel ashamed. Everyone is an individual and the path he walks is his own. There is no need to punish yourself for the mistakes he made.

Just because he was not a good role model, my mother left him resolutely. But we must work harder to show everyone that we are different from the Deng family! "

She was crying and nodding.

"Also, if one day he contacts you, you must notify your mother in time! Don't go alone to see him, or anyone in the Deng family!" I reminded Dabao at the right time.

When she heard what I said, she suddenly straightened up from my arms, choked with sobs and looked at me, "Is it because of this that you don't want me to see my sister again?"

I was stunned, looked at Dabao's eyes that were red from crying, and said seriously, "Yes, and no! You heard that Sister Nan is a good child, but... your uncle, and your aunt, may also have problems! At present, Mom can’t be sure either. So, we need to be more vigilant!”

"Then the uncle and aunt of the Deng family have problems, right?" Dabao asked, "My uncle sent me messages and looked for me!"

I was startled and immediately looked at Dabao, "When?"

Dabao didn't answer me immediately and kept looking at me.

I was a little anxious and grabbed her wrist, "Tell mom, when did your uncle look for you?"

Dabao lowered his head and sobbed. I was so anxious.

"Dabao!" I called her softly.

"Before returning to Qingcheng, he said that he missed Tingnan and me!" Dabao whispered, "He always sends messages to my sister, and my sister told me!"

"When did you add your uncle's WeChat account?" I asked her seriously.

"After my sister returned to Qingcheng, my uncle asked my sister for my WeChat account, so I added it!" Dabao replied.

It made my hair stand on end.

"Can I let mom see your WeChat account?" I asked, looking at Dabao.

This time, she put the new phone into my hand without hesitation.

I quickly opened Dabao's WeChat and looked at the ranking of the WeChat dialog box, but I couldn't find the cat's eye.

I asked Dabao, “Which is your uncle’s WeChat ID?”

Dabao wiped his eyes and swiped his small hand on the screen. The dialogue space was not on it. I felt a little relieved. It seemed that he was not too closely connected.

"That's it!" Dabao pointed it out to me.

I quickly looked at the avatar. It was a very personal picture. I quickly zoomed in. It was a cartoon man lying on his back on the sofa, with a book covering his face and an owl on the cover.