Cute Wife 1v1: Uncle, please love me

Tang Yuheng immediately picked up Yu xiaonuan and put it on the bed. He wiped off all the porridge on Yu xiaonuan's instep. Sure enough, her feet were red.

Tang Yuheng immediately ran down the stairs quickly. After a while, he took a burn ointment in his hand, folded it back and put some plaster on his hand, and then rubbed it on Yu xiaonuan's instep.

"Hiss..." because the plaster is a little cold, and the burned feet hurt before. Now when Tang Yuheng's fingers touch, Yu xiaonuan wants to take back his feet.

"Don't move, do you still want your feet?" Tang Yuheng said something serious.

Yu xiaonuan looks at Tang Yuheng carefully wiping the medicine on her side, and her face is very serious. Looking at the injury on her feet, she frowns for a while.

"Uncle, I don't hurt. You don't have to worry so much." Yu xiaonuan knew that Tang Yuheng must have blamed himself, so he comforted him immediately.

"Why are you so reckless? How can you rush out without wearing shoes? Don't you know that you are still in confinement and can't get cold?" Tang Yuheng carefully wipes medicine to Yu xiaonuan, blaming at the same time.

"Uncle, I think about what happened in the hospital that day. I'm sure we're not dead. I remember when I was in a coma, I seemed to hear... "

"Little warm!" Tang Yuheng suddenly said in a deep voice: "I know that An'an's death is unacceptable to you, but how can I accept it. But no matter what, the living people still have to continue to live. Why don't you cheer up for the sake of both me and Ling? Do you plan to live in the past like this all the time? "

Yu xiaonuan is startled by Tang Yuheng's sudden seriousness. It's rare to see him treat himself so coldly.

Xu felt his attitude a little scared Yu xiaonuan. Tang Yuheng covered the cover of the ointment and put it aside.

Then he sat down beside Yu xiaonuan, took her hand, softened her voice and said, "xiaonuan, I didn't mean to attack you. But I don't want you to live in the past like this all the time. "

Yu xiaonuan still didn't speak.

"In fact, how can I blame you. Just now I blame you for being so reckless, but in fact I blame myself even more for not carrying the bowl well and letting it fall on your instep. " Tang Yuheng stroked the back of Yu xiaonuan's hand with his fingers and said: "in fact, I blame myself more. Why didn't I protect you well at the beginning. The death of the child is my responsibility as a father. It's my failure to protect your mother and son. "

"Uncle, stop talking." Yu xiaonuan's tears fall one by one, and her heart aches a little.

How much Tang Yuheng has paid for her during this period of time, Yu xiaonuan is not unclear, and even conceals the cause of An'an's death for her.

Yu xiaonuan put out his hand to block Tang Yuheng's mouth and said, "uncle, I won't mention it. I won't mention An'an. I'll try my best to get out, and we'll have a good life in the future. "

Tang Yuheng's eyes are slightly painful. He gently kisses Yu xiaonuan's tears and says in a soft voice, "I believe An'an will want to see you in heaven. He certainly hopes his mother will be happy."

Yu xiaonuan nodded.

After a while, Tang Yuheng went down again and brought up a bowl of porridge.

Yu xiaonuan seems to have really adjusted her mood. Although she still has some sadness on her face, she no longer says that An'an is still alive.