"He" Simiao was about to say, he was not. But Feng Jicheng had already said, "Uncle".
"This child, you are already married to Xiaomiao, you should call me daddy." Zhen's father coughed slightly and said with difficulty, "Xiaomiao has had a hard life since she was a child, and she will be entrusted to you from now on."
"Dad, don't entrust me to anyone, I only need dad's care," Simiao cried with tears in her eyes, "Dad, your illness will be cured."
"No, dad is dying, Xiao Miao, listen to what dad said, after dad dies, no one can worry about you, and the other can't worry about the town. No matter what, the town will be your brother, help dad take care of him," said Zhen's father.
, half-closed his eyes involuntarily, and stretched out his hand to Feng Jicheng. Feng Jicheng immediately stepped forward to hold it, and said politely, "You tell me."
"Treat Xiaomiao well." Zhen's father's breathing became more and more rapid. "You must treat Xiaomiao well." Without saying the word "Miao", his hands hung down weakly and passed away.
"Dad!!!" Simiao cried out, shaking Zhen's father's hand, hoping to wake him up, "You can't just go, you haven't seen your grandson or Tongtong yet.
, I haven’t come here yet to be filial to you, dad, please, wake up.”
Han Xue, who was standing at the door, was also crying with jealousy. She suddenly understood one thing. There were many things that could wait, but being filial to her parents could not wait. It was time for her to visit her parents back home.
Feng Jicheng looked at the crying Simiao with his deep eyes. He felt extremely sorry for her. He gently held her in his arms and let her vent in his arms. He looked at Zhen's father who had not yet closed his eyes and promised, "You
Don’t worry, I will definitely take good care of Simiao!”.
People often say that when a person has just passed away, his soul can see his relatives and hear their words. Perhaps it is for this reason that after hearing Feng Jicheng's assurance, Zhen's father's eyes gradually closed with relief.
.
'Ding dong -' Han Xue wiped her tears and wondered, did Zhen Zhen go out without the key? When he walked to the door, as soon as he opened the door, a group of reporters swarmed in, broke into the bedroom and faced Feng Jicheng and Si who were hugging each other.
Miao took the photo and reported, "The place I am now is the natal home of the wife of Ouyang Ji, CEO of Ouyang International Chaebol Group. Mrs. Ouyang's father has passed away in the hospital bed. So what is very strange is that Mr. Ouyang did not come to comfort his wife."
, but Feng Jicheng, the crown prince of the world, comforted her. Did it explain one thing, that is, the relationship between the two.
'Pa' The reporter's microphone that was broadcasting was suddenly smashed to the ground by Feng Jicheng, and the sound shocked all the media. Simiao left Feng Jicheng's arms in a daze, straightened the appearance of Zhen's father, and said coldly,
"go out!".
The reporters were unmoved. Feng Jicheng was the first to walk out of the bedroom. He frowned with thick eyebrows and a stern face. He said to the reporters in a dangerous and extremely forbearing voice, "Come out with me, or else" before he could say anything.
After finishing speaking, all reporters quickly exited the bedroom.
He closed the bedroom door, walked to the outer door, glanced at the reporters with a pair of deep and evil eyes, and said angrily, "Immediately, immediately, get the hell out of here!" One minute, two minutes, all the media in the room.
No trace...
"Little guy, look what uncle bought you?" Ouyang Ji held a remote-controlled giant toy helicopter and placed it in front of Tongtong. He looked at the unhappy Tongtong dotingly and gently squeezed his chubby child with his big hands.
The little face said, "Do you still want to find your mommy?".
"Uncle and Mummy are together, why is it that only Uncle comes to see Tongtong now, and where is Mummy?" Tongtong sat on his little bed* and looked at Ouyang Ji with his big, clear eyes and asked.
Ouyang Ji held Tongtong in his arms lovingly and answered the question in a warm voice, "Little guy, uncle asked you, do you want to have a daddy?".
"I think," Tongtong answered truthfully, looking up at Ouyang Ji with a pitiful little face, "I have never dreamed that the children would call me a wild child, uncle, Tongtong is not a wild child, right?".
"Yes, of course the little guy is not a wild child. How about uncle being the little guy's daddy?" Ouyang Ji dug a small pit and let the little Tongtong jump in. There was no way, who made him not want Tongtong to jump in?
I got sick because of Simiao.
"No!" Tongtong shook his head and said thoughtfully, "I prefer Uncle Feng to be my daddy, because Mommy will laugh every time she is with him, but when she is with Uncle Ouyang,
I get angry every time.”
Ouyang Ji has a black line on his forehead. What a stinky kid! He is so smart! He actually considers the feelings of adults and whispers, "Uncle will play a game with you. Uncle will try his best to make your mommy happy. But during this period of time, you
You can’t see Mommy. As a little man, in order to make your Mommy happy, are you willing?".
Tongtong lowered his head, blinked his thick eyelashes, and pouted, "How long will it take before Tongtong can see mommy?".
"If everything goes well, it won't take long." Ouyang Ji's big hand wrapped Tongtong's small hand, "So during this period, you have to be obedient. The more obedient you are, the sooner you can see your mommy. Do you understand?
?!”.
"Okay then," Tongtong replied reluctantly, "Pull Gou Gou" and stretched out his small hand to hook Ouyang Ji's big hand, "Pull Gou Gou and hang yourself, it will not change for a hundred years, and it will be sealed."
A clean smile appeared on Ouyang Ji's lips. He looked at the hand that took Gou. He was really a child. He rubbed his lowered head, then put his fingers on the corners of his lips, whistled, and a giant pooped.
He ran into the house, licked the child's bare feet, raised his head and lowered his head, his eyes lit up, "Alps"...
As night fell, there were few stars, and light rain began to fall in the dark blue night sky. Ouyang Ji's deep eyes looked at Tongtong who was sleeping, and his little hands kept holding his clothes tightly, as if he was afraid that he would leave.
He was a little reluctant and chose to stay here for the night.
I was thinking about the call from David saying that the old man passed away. So, should he take the little guy to the funeral? After all, this is already a pity for the stupid woman, but if he takes the little guy, I'm afraid everything will happen.
All efforts will be wasted and stupid women will be lost...
The stupid woman must be very sad now, right? Fortunately, Han Xue is by her side, and David helps with the funeral arrangements. Give him one night to think about whether he should take the little guy with him tomorrow!
The light in a small bedroom was very dim, and Simiao was sitting huddled in the corner. Her tears seemed to have dried up and her voice had become hoarse from crying, but she still couldn't buy Zhen's father's life back.
Feng Jicheng pushed open the door to the room. He felt heartbroken when he saw such sad Simiao. He walked to her and sat down beside her. Without saying anything, he held her in his arms and let her lean on his shoulder, quietly.
The place conveys a kind of comfort that the silence here is better than the sound.