虐渣男从 现在 开始

"Big Daddy..."

Lele's weak voice rang in his ears.

Zhao Xianghai raised his head from the four words "Xiao Ye's own handwriting" at the end of the letter paper, with a forced smile: "What's wrong?"

"Your eyes are red," Xiao Lele gently touched Zhao Xianghai's eyes, "Did you cry?"

"No," Zhao Xianghai tried his best to raise a smile, "Dad didn't cry, and Dad wouldn't cry. It's...something got into his eye, and it's uncomfortable."

"Then what's written here?" Xiao Lele moved her little head over, wanting to read the contents of the letter, "Did the second father write it for you?"

Zhao Xianghai held the letter paper in his palm, and said for a long time, "Lele, you sit here for a while, and Daddy goes to the bathroom, okay?"

Xiao Lele blinked, tilted her head and let out an ooh.

Zhao Xianghai walked towards the bathroom unsteadily, his back was inexplicably flustered.

Xiao Lele looked at her eldest father's back, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

She clearly saw that her eldest father's eyes were so red.

She clearly saw that the fingers of eldest father pinching the letter paper were trembling.

Xiao Lele pursed her lips, always feeling a little worried.

She jumped off the chair, carefully followed Zhao Xianghai's direction, lay down by the door, and peeped in quietly.

Her eldest father was standing in front of the sink, looking at the letter paper in his hand in a daze.

After a long time, he gently covered his eyes with his palms.

There was a barely audible whimper.

Xiao Lele watched in shock as he hid here and sobbed softly, couldn't help his nose sore, and tears fell down: "Still...you said you didn't cry..."

Zhao Xianghai just covered his eyes tightly.

Every word written on the letter paper, every humble and hopeful word, every confession from Xiao Ye's heart, all broke him down in an instant.

No wonder Xiao Ye hoped so earnestly for him to read that book.

No wonder Xiao Ye wanted to protect their father and daughter under his body even if he died, and let the ferocious stone smash his skin and flesh, and his blood was dripping.

No wonder...

When Zhao Xianghai thought of Xiao Ye lying in the ambulance covered in blood at that time, he was obviously about to pass out from the pain, but his eyes were pleading, desperately wanting to hold his hand, he felt The soreness in my chest was almost unbearable.

He staggered to the edge of the wall, supported the wall with one hand, and slowly squatted down.

Big tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, passed through his fingers, dripped and dripped, and sprinkled on the letter paper.

In Zhao Xianghai's life, up to now, he has acted presumptuously twice without any scruples.

The first time, after knowing Xiao Ye's cheating, on the night they broke up with him, she grabbed a rock and smashed his car window.

The second time is now.

He nestled in this dark corner with no one there, suppressing his voice, sobbing until his voice became hoarse.

It was dark and shelled.

48 hours, it is so difficult that it makes people flustered.

Doctors kept coming in and out of Xiao Ye's intensive care unit, staring nervously at his physical condition.

When they finally announced that Xiao Ye had survived the dangerous period, Zhao Xianghai lost all strength in an instant.

"The situation is more optimistic than we thought," the doctor said with a smile. "His physical fitness is very good, and he has no complications for the time being. His fortune is to save him."

It is. ”

Zhao Xianghai grabbed the doctor's sleeve: "Then, when will I wake up?"

"Well, I don't know," the doctor shook his head, "If it's quick, ten days, a month, half a year, if it's slow, it's possible to lie like this for a year, ten years, or even most of your life, we can't predict it. "

Zhao Xianghai was silent for a long time, then nodded: "Thank you."

Coming out of the doctor's place, Zhao Xianghai let out a deep breath, and entered Xiao Ye's ward.

Xiao Ye was still lying motionless on the hospital bed, Xiao Lele stayed beside her second father, watching eagerly.

Zhao Xianghai chuckled lightly.

Forget it, it's good to be alive.

To live, there is hope.

He turned his gaze and saw a bouquet of flowers on the small table beside the hospital bed.

"Lele," Zhao Xianghai frowned, "Who sent these flowers?"

Xiao Lele turned around and looked at Zhao Xianghai: "It was sent by an uncle surnamed Guan."

Zhao Xianghai paused.

Guan Changfeng?

"You were not there just now, he put down the flowers and went out first," Xiao Lele said softly, "He also asked me to tell you that if you come back, he will wait for you on the balcony outside."