After Chang Mian heard his son's denial, his tears rolled down faster and his lips trembled as he said, "Che'er, I am really your father."
"You're not, you're not, you're not!"
Little Cheche's mouth was pouted high, her face that looked very similar to his was glaring at him, and her little hands were beating his chest randomly.
"You bully mom, I don't want you anymore, I don't want you, bad man, bad man!"
The grievances were too deep, and suddenly they found an outlet. The long-term thoughts and complaints were mixed together and roared out, and little Cheche burst into tears.
"You hit mom, I don't want you anymore, and you hit mom..."
Chang Mian was suddenly at a loss. He couldn't stop trying to explain Xiao Cheche. No explanation could suppress the evidence he saw with his own eyes.
For the first time, Chang Mian desperately hoped that Chang Shang would wake up and help him, but the woman had already fainted from the exhaustion of what he had done, and it was estimated that she would not wake up for several hours.
On such an extremely tiring morning, my son was crying and accusing him of all sorts of unreasonable crimes. Suddenly I discovered that the elements of coquettishness in it outweighed the complaints. It was just a son expressing his grievances and longing for his father's love in the truest way.
, Chang Mian suddenly felt sweet in his heart, and the corners of his tearful eyes were unconsciously dyed with a smile. Doesn't he look like a sleeping woman?
"Dad will also buy you gifts from now on. As long as it's something Che'er likes, dad will do it with you, okay? Forgive dad once, Che'er, dad knows he was wrong..."
Little Cheche cried so hard that he didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry, Che'er. Dad will never bully mom again. Don't cry. I'm sorry... It's my fault. I let Che'er down. Don't cry, Che'er. Men can't shed tears easily... Your mother is fine.
She was just asleep, and her father was just playing some intimate games with her mother. He really wasn’t hitting her..."
fraud!
It was obvious that he was crying himself.
Little Cheche cried more and more violently, and his father's bewildered comfort and explanation made him even more wanton. It was the first time in his memory that he cried so hard, but there was a sense of satisfaction in his heart that he could not understand. He had a father.
The child can finally be held in his father's arms like Yaya, and he no longer has to envy others for having a father.
"You don't like my mother, me, and Zuo Zuo. I don't like you either. I don't want you either. I hate you, hate you, hate you..."
Little Cheche became more and more pretentious. Although she was so small, how could she have so much strength and keep struggling for so long?
Chang Mian really didn't know how to deal with his son.
There was nothing he disliked about their mother and son. He cared about them all day long. He dreamed of Che'er calling him daddy every day, but his accusation made Chang Mian feel full of shame and self-blame.
It's indeed his fault.
It's all his fault.
"Che'er, dad didn't abandon you and mom, dad just... just..." He just didn't know how to say it.
"It's just that Dad is very busy. Dad is a busy man, right?" Little Cheche wiped away her tears.
"Yes, Che'er, don't cry. Be good and forgive dad, okay?"
"I don't forgive, Che'er hates her father, ugh...uncle is also busy, uncle will come to see me and buy me many gifts...Yaya's father is also busy, Yaya's father will accompany her to build a snowman...