Xiahou Huan'er immediately brought Dongfang Buhui to him with a smile and said gently: "Grandpa, Buhui is your great-grandson, and you haven't hugged him yet."
Mr. Dongfang's eyes fell on Dongfang Buhui's face. That face looked exactly like Dongfang Xing's when he was a child. It was very similar. It was really similar.
Especially those pair of black eyes, as smart as an elf who strayed into the mortal world.
Perhaps it was the feeling of blood connection that made him unable to refuse. This was his great-grandson. He reached out a little excitedly and hugged him over.
Dongfang Buhui danced and stretched out his hand to grab Mr. Dongfang's hand. He grinned with such a bright smile that it dispersed all the gloom.
"No regrets, who named this?" Mr. Dongfang, holding the child in his arms, couldn't look away anymore, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Children are indeed the best medicine for healing.
Xiahou Huan'er secretly smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm not afraid to tell you. When I was pregnant with him, I had some health problems. I thought about not wanting him, but I felt that he was given to me by God."
Gift, no matter what, I insisted on giving birth to him without any regrets, so Xing named him Bugui."
Mr. Dongfang's heart suddenly tightened. Looking at this child, he already believed that he was his great-grandson.
It's so similar.
By the time he came to his senses, the words had already flowed out of his mouth: "Huan'er, thank you for your hard work."
A bright smile suddenly appeared on Xiahou Huan'er's face. She knew that the old man had accepted them.
Dongfang Xing's lips curled up slightly, which he liked to see.
Mr. Dongfang showed a look of shame on his face.
Xiahou Huan'er knew what he wanted to say, so she shook her head with a smile and said, "Grandpa, let the past matter go by. As long as we can live in harmony in the future and work together for the Dongfang family, that will be enough."
Mr. Dongfang's voice was choked.
Dongfang Xing knew that he still needed time to digest, so he said: "Grandpa needs to rest. We will come to visit you next time."
"Grandpa, I will come to see you with no regrets," Xiahou Huan'er continued.
Mr. Dongfang nodded and returned the child to Xiahou Huan'er with some reluctance.
Xia Houhuan'er hugged the child and went out with Dongfang Xing. When they were outside, she frowned and said, "Husband, tell me, grandpa, will he believe what we say?"
Dongfang Xing put his arm around her shoulders and said calmly: "Whether he believes it or not, I am the only one who can support the Dongfang family now. I think he will not do any tricks anymore." He knew very well that the older generation
Thought, in order to maintain the power of the family, he would sacrifice everything.
"As long as grandpa doesn't do anything to hurt the child again, it can be forgiven." I saw him holding Dongfang's unrepentant expression just now. It was obvious that he was happy and hoped that the child could be merciful and stop hurting him.
he.
Dongfang Xing hugged her, tightened his coat and walked forward.
Just after they left, a tall figure walked out from the corner of the wall. The dim moonlight reflected on his face, making him look unusually pale and desperate.
One by one one by one
Back in the room, Xia Houhuan'er took out the scarf she had knitted by herself, lamented three times and said, "Husband, are you sure you really want to wear it?"
"Of course, you knitted it for me yourself." Dongfang Xing took the scarf from her hand.
