80 military doctor's little wife

He thought that Tang Xincheng hated Wu Liangliang very much. After all, it was because of Wu Liangliang that he suffered so much. Of course, it was also because of Wu Liangliang that he finally caused so many troubles. What's more, it was because of Wu Liangliang that his father was not with him.

"Grandfather wants him to live."

Tang Xincheng sat on the ground, and he got up on Tang Zhinian's lap. His eyes were round and big, and he looked like a child. When he grew up, he looked like his father. Of course, he was much more beautiful than his father.

Tang Zhinian stretched out his hand and rubbed Tang Xincheng's hair. "Men have to take responsibility. You're right. There are many things that no one can do except you. As long as your sister says yes, dad doesn't object."

Tang Xincheng's heart is not from a happy, Dad this is agreed, he thought that to say to repay dad, than to persuade his mother is difficult, but now it seems not, clearly dad is the most difficult to speak, but this time he is wrong.

"But where's mom?"

Tang Xincheng thinks of Ren Li's elongated face and her recent weird personality. He is afraid. What if his mother opposes it?

"I'll talk to your mother."

Tang Zhinian thinks that he can still convince Ren Li. Ren Li is a very intelligent woman. Of course, many things are much more open-minded than ordinary people. If Ren's family doesn't use this method, they will change to a more gentle one. Maybe Ren Li will be softhearted.

However, they used a way that they could not use and also took the road that they could not take.

So much so that those who are injured, those who are dead, and those who are in prison are now in prison.

In the final analysis, whose fault is it?

In fact, we all know it.

Ren Ying is the selfish woman who killed her own father. Even if she lives, she will bear the life of Ren's father. As long as she can live in peace of mind, she can live without guilt.

"Thank you, Dad," Tang Xincheng chucked Tang Zhinian's legs. He was more and more happy, but he was the best dad in the world. His dad was really enlightened and his good dad.

Well

Tang Zhinian closed his eyes and enjoyed his son's filial piety. It was a good feeling to be an old man.

Good, good.

Some people pour tea, others beat their legs.

At this time, two small heads came out. They were pretty like xuetuanzi. They were Tang Zhinian's favorite and reluctant grandsons.

As soon as they saw that his grandfather was inside, they ran in hand in hand, and then beat his legs like his uncle. Tang Zhinian is sleepy now, and he can't help it. It's really good to be an old man. OK, he's sleepy too.

At first, Dabai and Xiaobai could keep up with uncle's rhythm, but after a while, uncle wanted to come.

He pointed to one side,

"Uncle, go to Xuxu. You are here to help my grandfather beat his legs. Remember not to run around, you know?"

"Well," two small heads nodded at the same time, the same rhythm, the same frequency, the same radian, plus two small faces. Let Tang Xincheng this uncle is again rare incomparable, hard to gnaw at their two small faces, this is to go to the toilet.

After he left, what he didn't know was that Xiaobai was ok, always obedient, and also a quiet little beautiful man, but Dabai was different. Dabai first followed his brother's action, then fell again, but soon his action was in disorder, and of course his strength began to grow up.

Tang Xincheng just picked up his skirt. Before he opened the door, he heard Tang Zhi's scream.

He quickly ran out, the result is to see big white and small white innocent face, is also slanting small head, strange staring at the grandfather is holding legs, they slant left, a slant right.

Then it turned around again. I just didn't understand what happened to my grandfather. Why did he cry with his legs in his arms?

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Tang Xincheng was scared. What's the matter? Well, what's the matter? What are you doing with your legs.

Don't talk about two small curiosities, even he is one of them.

Tang Zhinian's painful forehead was covered with cold sweat.

It really hurts.

Not long after, Tang Zhinian was helped to the hospital. Tang Yuxin took the X-ray and got up.

"Well, it's OK. There's no big deal. The bone is OK. It's just a muscle injury. Just take a rest for a while. There's no need to cast."

When Tang Zhinian heard that his legs were OK, he was relieved.

He gently expressed a breath, alas, it's really dangerous.

"Dad, how did you hurt your leg and where did you fall?"

Tang Yuxin put down the X-ray in his hand, "OK, what's the matter? How did he fall his leg?"

"It's OK. I bumped into the desk by accident."

Tang Zhinian endured the pain, but when he was killed, he had to protect his little grandson. No matter what, he could not let Tang Yuxin know that Dabai accidentally smashed it.

Dabai's strength is too big. He's a little boy with big fists. He's still young and can't control his strength. They've taught him for a long time to stop using too much force.

But today he is ignored, so it is to let the size of white will he hit, however, this really can't blame big white.

How old is he? He doesn't know anything. Of course, he doesn't mean it.

Tang Yuxin embraces her chest with both hands, and she doesn't want to expose Tang Zhinian's lies. She is a doctor, or a doctor with considerable attainments in orthopedics. At a glance, you can see whether she was smashed or bumped. It's obvious that she was smashed by a heavy object. If her father can hide it like this, she won't say anything, or she has no complaints. I'm afraid there's only one.

When she went back, she taught him how to deal with that boy many times. His fist can't hit people. His strength must be gentle. When he grows up, it's up to him to smash what he wants. But now he's too young. What if he hurts others?

Tang Yuxin didn't prescribe any medicine for Tang Zhinian either. There are still many medicinal liquors at home. They are all made by her before, and they are all wild things, which are much better than those sold on the market now.

Tang Zhinian was in the hospital. After a rest, he limped back.

When he went back, he saw Dabai sitting on a small stool, tearful. Maybe he knew he had done something wrong, so he repented here.

"Darling, why are you crying?"

Tang Zhinian quickly limped over, but also picked up Dabai.

"Grandfather's little darling, how to cry, is uncle bullying you, not afraid, if Uncle bullying you, grandfather killed him."