The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 1823 Isn't it a dream?

Ye Yiwei raised her head from Meng Zhanyang's chest, and spoke with a strong nasal voice: "Don't hate your father anymore, treat him well while you can still be filial by his side, I don't want you to regret it in the future, we are all family People, what kind of hatred can't be resolved? Your mother has passed away, so let her hatred rest in peace. You have to think about yourself, should you continue to hate? In fact, what is the point of hating for so many years? Just leave a knot in your heart, and it will be fine, there is no need to keep it in place."

"Well, you are right. My mother has been dead for so many years. I shouldn't continue to hate him. After all, he is my father. No matter how wrong he did, he is also my father. If I, a son, can't forgive He, why are you talking about blood being thicker than water, thank you, I have completely thought about it now, and I will be filial to him in the future."

In fact, he has always wanted to forgive his father, but he was afraid that his mother's spirit in heaven would blame him. After hearing Ye Yiwei's words, he finally made up his mind.

The mother had already left with her hatred, and he should also be free from it.

People who are getting older will see each day less and less, and they don't know when they will be gone.

This is also the reason why he chose to stay in school as a teacher after graduating with a Ph.D.

He didn't want to go to the hospital to be a doctor, and he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it after seeing too much life and death.

The moment his father fell to the ground, his heart almost stopped in shock.

Haven't had time to fish with him yet, and haven't played golf with him yet.

If he just left, he would definitely leave a lot of regrets in his heart.

"Actually, you have already made a decision, haven't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't let me persuade you."

How could a soft-hearted person like him not forgive his father.

I'm afraid I have already forgiven it in my heart, but I just don't want to admit it!

"Maybe!" Facing Ye Yiwei's clear eyes, Meng Zhanyang's mouth curled into a faint smile.

He laughed at himself for not going out for so many years, and he couldn't see his heart clearly by enclosing himself in the deliberately built hatred.

The two smiled at each other.

No matter how anxious he is, as long as he is with Ye Yiwei, he will become calm.

……

Ji Bohai woke up from the coma, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Zhanyang's face.

It started to be blurry, then slowly became clear, and finally enlarged to the maximum in front of his eyes, with a surprised smile.

"Dad, you're awake!"

Meng Zhanyang helped Ji Bohai sit up, and handed a glass of warm water to his hand: "Drink water."

Is this a dream? Ji Bohai hasn't come to his senses for a long time, this must be a dream, otherwise how could his son treat him so gently, even the water in his hand is at the right temperature.

He took a small sip of water, and his throat became moist, but nothing could compare to his son's smile.

After looking at Meng Zhanyang for a long time, it was indeed a laugh!
Ji Bohai asked in disbelief: "Am I dreaming?"

"Dad, it's not a dream. You have woken up from a coma. This is a hospital. You will be discharged after two more days of observation."

Meng Zhanyang opened his father's quilt and began to massage his legs. Lying for too long, the blood circulation is not smooth, so more massage is needed.

The strength in his hands is neither light nor heavy, from top to bottom, kneading carefully.

"Zhanyang, you call me daddy? Did you call me daddy just now?"

At the moment of coma, he also seemed to hear "Dad", but he couldn't be sure.

(End of this chapter)