One Year Marriage

   Looking at his daughter, whose eyes were swollen from crying, Fan Guoming was so shocked that he was speechless.

   He froze for a moment, his lips trembled involuntarily, and after about ten seconds, he finally found his voice, "You...you know? Did your mother tell you?"

"Um!"

  Fan Yingxuan nodded heavily, but couldn't help crying.

Fan Guoming finally came to his senses at this moment, and he couldn't help raising his hand to touch her head, his tone full of love, "Silly girl, because of this, you are crying like this? Although you are not your father's biological son, but father I have always regarded you as my own, so it doesn't matter if you are related by blood or not."

   "Dad, I...uu..."

Fan Yingxuan actually wanted to tell him that it was not this reason that tortured her, but another unspeakable truth. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, her throat felt like she was being strangled by a pair of invisible hands. No matter how hard you try, you still can't get those words out of your mouth.

Fan Guoming didn't know her true thoughts, thinking that she just couldn't accept the relationship between them being not biological father and daughter, he couldn't help but patted her on the shoulder again, and continued comforting: "Okay, don't cry, cry again, be careful. Blind eyes from crying is not good for the health of the fetus."

   "Woo..."

   Fan Yingxuan didn't want to cry either, but she couldn't help it. Tears came when she said it, and she couldn't control it at all.

   And the more comforted Fan Guoming, the more fiercely she cried. In the end, he could only hand her a tissue at a loss, and it was even more unclear what she was so sad about.

  Fan Yingxuan cried and fell asleep directly on the sofa.

   Fan Guoming picked up the blanket on the side and covered her, pondered for a moment, and simply picked up the phone, ready to call Jiang Jingxiu.

   He didn’t have Jiang Jingxiu’s number before. On the day Jiang Jingxiu left, he told him the number and asked him to contact him at any time if he had anything. He agreed at the time.

   Fan Guoming took the phone to find a quiet place, and then pressed the dial button.

  …

   When Fan Yingxuan woke up, it was already evening.

   She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned.

  The sound of cooking vegetables came from the kitchen, faintly, and the aroma of the food wafted.

  Fan Yingxuan swallowed subconsciously, her stomach grumbling in disappointment.

   Maybe because of crying a lot in the afternoon, the backlog of depression in her heart dissipated a lot. At this moment, she had an inexplicable appetite.

   raised her hand to touch her stomach, she pursed her lips, sat quietly for a while, then slowly stood up and walked steadily towards the kitchen.

   The closer she got to the kitchen, the more enticing the scent became, and the more she felt hungry.

Fan Guoming was the chef, Yu Yinxin was helping him, and when she saw Fan Yingxuan coming in, she couldn't help grinning brightly, "Xuanxuan, wake up. Are you hungry? You can eat after washing your hands. Oh."

   Seeing Yu Yinxin, Fan Yingxuan couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Hey, when did you come back?" The day after Jiang Jingxiu came to Australia, Yu Yinxin set off for Hollywood, but she didn't expect to come back so soon.

  Yu Yinxin washed the last green vegetable and smiled softly: "An hour ago, I didn't expect that I would be able to eat the dishes made by my uncle's father as soon as I came back. I'm so happy."

"Ha ha……"

  Fan Yingxuan smiled slightly, and then her eyes fell on Fan Guoming again.

   Fan Guoming just turned his head, his heavy eyes met hers.

"dad……"

   Fan Yingxuan called out to him, and then he heard his serious voice sound: "Dad made your favorite braised fish tonight. After dinner, let's go back to China."

  ps: Good night.