Chang Mian sat beside her silently, taking out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table to smoke.
Chang Shang immediately took the cigarette from his hand and complained: "You want to quit smoking, and you can't let the baby in your belly breathe second-hand smoke."
Chang Mian shrugged, but still put out the cigarette in his hand, and even turned on the air conditioner to make the air in the room better. Then he sat back and patted her back: "Go and make me a drink.
Come on, coffee. My mouth is dry and I just want some flavor."
"Are you still drinking coffee so late? If you drink it, you may suffer from insomnia at night. Let me make tea for you. I remember there is tea at home. I bought it last time." Chang Shang thought for a while and said.
"No worries." Chang Mian frowned secretly and complained in a low voice: "I want to drink coffee."
Chang Shang resolutely made him a cup of tea, carefully brought it to him, and looked at his expression. She always felt that he seemed to be less enthusiastic than before, and she felt a little panicked. She didn't know what happened to make him look like this.
Decadent look.
Chang Chang's heart was pounding, and she felt a little sorry for her own man: "Is there something on your mind?"
Chang Mian remained silent: "..."
Chang Shang thought for a while and asked again: "What happened that you can't solve?"
Chang Mian remained silent: "..."
"Chang Mian, are you in a bad mood? Are you still sick?" Chang Shang sat next to him, stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, and found that he had no signs of fever. Could it be that he was feeling unwell in other parts of his body? "Where is his body?
uncomfortable?"
Chang Mian was annoyed by her question, so he directly pulled her into his arms and asked her to sit on his lap. He hugged her waist from behind, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and did not speak for a long time.
In the apartment, the only sound coming from the TV was the sound of advertisements.
For a long time, Chang Mian didn't let go of her, he just held her and touched her. It took a long time for Changshang to feel sleepy again, and then his hoarse voice reached his ears: "Shangshang, I found my father.
"...Uh, ah? What? Your father?"
Chang Chang was surprised, and the sleepyheads dispersed in a hurry, "Isn't your father already..."
She covered her mouth mid-sentence, thinking it was unlucky to say that word during the Chinese New Year. "What's going on?"
"I also thought he died 10 years ago, but now he has resurrected. When I find him, he doesn't recognize me. When I talk to him, he will even attack me." That's why he felt like this.
He was so uncomfortable that his father himself could not recognize him.
"Why?"
Chang Chang was puzzled and couldn't understand what was going on.
Chang Mian's voice was low, very depressed, and uncomfortable: "I don't know, I also want to know the reason... You said, my father is not dead, then my mother... will it be auspicious, and currently living in a
A place I haven't discovered yet?" He seemed to be talking to himself or asking Chang Shang.
Chang Shang nodded, feeling happy for him: "It's possible."
"Maybe something unexpected happened to them. How could the father disown his son? Don't be discouraged. It will be fine if we spend more time together."
Although she didn't understand or enjoy family affection, looking at this home with a warm layout, she could guess how warm Chang Mian's family of three was back then. Chang Shang broke away from his arms and turned around to look at him: "
Chang Mian, don't be sad, things always develop for the better, you see now that you have found a father and have a baby, from another angle you should be secretly happy."