"How about it? Are you still refusing to eat?" Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Uncle Mingcheng looked at his wife coming out of the bedroom carrying food and asked with a frown.
"Except for mentioning the child, I will eat a few bites and not eat anything else at all." Putting down the plate in her hand, Aunt Zhimei replied with a headache on her face.
"Where is Zhongxun's child?" Uncle Mingcheng asked next.
"It's almost the same. These two children have locked themselves in the room and can't come out. Can't they understand how my mother feels?" Speaking of her son and thinking of her daughter, Aunt Zhimei couldn't help but rub her head with a headache.
Temple.
"Haha~, how do you feel? Then when you made your decision before, did you ever think about the guilt that Zhongxun, the child, had to endure for you? Have you ever thought about the feelings of Zhien, the girl, who lost her child?" Looking at his wife, she had a headache.
Uncle Mingcheng did not come forward to comfort him, and suddenly sneered uncharacteristically.
"Okay, you are blaming me. Then where were you when I made the decision? I never saw you coming out to speak! Why are you so angry with me here now?" Uncle Mingcheng had an uncharacteristic attitude.
Apparently, Aunt Zhimei was irritated. As Aunt Zhimei was talking, she raised her hand angrily and pinched Uncle Mingcheng's shoulder twice.
"Shouldn't I be angry at you? Look what you have done to this family. My biggest failure in my life, Li Mingcheng, is that I should not act like a boneless coward in front of you. I should not hand over this family to you."
I'll give you a home."
""In that case, these two children, Zhien and Zhongxun, wouldn't have spent their childhood living under someone else's roof because of your stupid loan guarantee for your shitty friend, and they wouldn't have become what they are today."
Shaking off the hand on his shoulder, Uncle Mingcheng finally broke out at this moment after being suppressed for many years and stimulated by his two children.
At this time, his eyes were red, he raised his hand and angrily slapped the coffee table in front of him, scolding Aunt Zhimei with a tone and attitude that he had not seen since his marriage.
"Isn't it just for the sake of this girl Zhien? Why do you put all the blame on me?"
Facing Uncle Mingcheng's furious state, Aunt Zhimei couldn't help but feel a little touched, and she didn't dare to talk back arrogantly. However, as she said that she felt aggrieved, she couldn't help wiping away tears.
"You still have the nerve to cry." Looking at his wife wiping away her tears, Uncle Mingcheng said impatiently, got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Soon, Uncle Mingcheng came out again with a mobile phone and walked directly towards his daughter's room. He really couldn't stand it anymore. A good home had turned into a lifeless place.
"Li Mingcheng, what are you going to do? The children will be fine in a few days. If you do this, all my arrangements will be completely in vain." Looking at the familiar mobile phone in Uncle Mingcheng's hand, Aunt Zhimei stopped crying.
He rushed towards Uncle Mingcheng, grabbed Uncle Mingcheng's arm and tried his best to stop him.
"How many more days? Haha~, the children are going to die of pain. Liu Zhimei, I'm warning you, don't force me to do it, just start it."
After grabbing his hand, Uncle Mingcheng finished yelling at Auntie Zhimei and continued walking towards his daughter's bedroom.
Originally, as usual, whenever there was any movement at home, whether it was Ji-eun or Lee Jong-hoon at home, they would pop out to check on the situation.
But today, there was no response from the two bedrooms.
Leaving his daughter-in-law sitting on the ground cursing her for being naughty, Mingcheng opened the door to his daughter's room without looking back and walked in slowly.
When he walked into the bedroom, looking at his daughter with disheveled hair and haggard face, sitting on the bed with her knees in her arms, Uncle Mingcheng felt a twitch in his heart, but he suppressed it forcefully.
"Daughter, would you like me to tell you the whereabouts of little Enbao? I see that my father has brought you a mobile phone." With a kind smile on his face, Uncle Mingcheng came to his daughter's bed and squatted down, facing his daughter.
En raised the cell phone in his hand.
Uncle Mingcheng's words were like throwing a pebble into a pool of stagnant water, causing ripples.
"Is it really okay, dad?" Zhien suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his pale but still beautiful face.
"Silly boy, why are you using questions?" Just like when he was a child, Uncle Mingcheng reached out and gently touched Zhien's head and said with a smile.
"Abba, I want to know the whereabouts of little Enbao. Abba, please tell me quickly, wuwu~, Abba, please tell me, wuwu~, please, Abba, please Abba..."
The familiar and soft big hands on his head finally made Zhien unable to control the longing for his flesh and blood these days, and he suddenly threw himself into Uncle Mingcheng's arms and burst into tears.
"Miane (I'm sorry), Miane, it's dad's fault, it won't happen again." Seeing his daughter's helpless look, Uncle Mingcheng's eyes became moist.
"Abba, tell me quickly where our little Enbao has gone. I want to find her."
"Okay, okay, daddy, let me tell you, Xiao Enbao is at her daddy's place."
Uncle Mingcheng's words made Zhien stunned for a moment. She quickly reacted, grabbed the phone from her father's hand, called up the familiar number, and broadcast it.
"No, dad, I have to go find him and ask him to return my little gift to me." Listening to the message on the phone prompting the other party to turn off the phone, Zhien finished speaking anxiously, got up and ran towards the door.
Unfortunately, her weakness over the past few days caused her body to slump as soon as she stood up from the bed.
"Don't worry, even though my father has already told you, just listen to my father's words and eat well, and wait for two days to recover your health before going to find Xiao Enbao. Otherwise, you won't be able to find Xiao Enbao like this."
Seeing his daughter's weak appearance, Uncle Mingcheng felt distressed and hurriedly tried to persuade her.
"Okay dad, I want to eat, I want to eat a lot of food, I want to go find my little Enbao tomorrow." Finally knowing the whereabouts of his own flesh and blood, Zhien's mental state improved significantly at this time.
, a happy smile appeared on his face, as he was about to see his child.
"What are you talking about? That's not okay. If you eat too much, your body won't be able to bear it. Okay, Dad will heat up the food for you." The smile on his daughter's face made Uncle Mingcheng suddenly feel that he had done something
Yes, it is indeed correct.
Compared to the so-called one-sided good for you, he prefers to see his children living happily. As for the rest, get out!
I used poison before, but I don’t know how many book friends the poison has driven away, but there is no way the plot requires it. I will open a chapter here to detoxify you. Note: The previous chapter is 4300 words.