Mysterious President, Limited Pampering

The young man, that is, Xiaowen, who took leave from Gu youyou and went home to work.

And the man who is looking at him is his own father, but from the day of birth, his father has left him and his mother alone in a family that has never paid for family love.

Since he was sensible, he seldom saw his father, even for one or two years.

From childhood to adulthood, in all occasions where parents are needed, the only one standing behind him is his weak and gentle mother. Even the teacher asked him privately whether he was a divorced family.

When he was a child, he was very naughty and always provoked in school. However, to his disappointment, it seems that his mother is the only one who is called by the teacher. That person really won't come

To make sure of this fact, he would never make trouble again. From then on, he was a good student with excellent character and learning. He would never want to see his mother's tears in the dead of night.

"Mom, who's my dad?" When he was not sensible, he even asked his mother this way, but in exchange for her more sad expression, she took out a table from the drawer, on which was a pair of young men and women. The man's face was handsome with hardness, while the woman was gentle and beautiful. These two people were so beautiful that he could not help sighing.

This is... "Dad?" Yes, he remembered that the man had been at home for some time before, but most of the time he stayed in his study. Even when he came out to eat, he was cold faced, even worse than the guard uncle in the school.

It turns out that's his father. He is also a child with a father.

In those days, he seemed happy to forget all the pain, although he had not seen him for nearly a year.

Once again, when he knew in advance that the man was coming back, he waited at the door early, ready to give him a hug like the father and son he saw in the park.

However, when the man entered the room and bowed down to change his slippers in the porch, he came forward with anxiety and excitement. Just as he wanted to move, he heard the man spit out a sentence: "go and call your mother. I have something to discuss with her."

There seemed to be no emotion in the voice.

He swallowed saliva, heart suddenly feel aggrieved, not the same, and he saw is not the same.

"He's not my father." On his seventh birthday, his mother made a cake and a table of good dishes for him. But when he was on the table, he was stopped and said that he would wait for his father to come back. He almost blurted out that.

"Pop." On his face, he was beaten by his gentle and kind mother's soft palm, and his eyes were unbelievable. Even during his favorite time of making trouble, his mother didn't get angry with him once. However, this time, he knew that his mother was really hungry and angry.

But he still didn't want to give in. He was stubborn, staring at his mother reluctantly. Why did he beat him? He was not wrong. That man was not his father.

But then he saw the twinkling tears in his mother's eyes.

Perhaps, he was wrong. In the world, his mother loved him most, but today, he made his mother cry.

However, he will not admit that the man.

"Ma..."

His mother saw that he still refused to let go. When she saw the red on his young face, she cried even more fiercely.

However, until that day, when the man came back, he did not say a word, nor did he shout "Dad". As long as he came back, he would stay away from home. Just think of it as a family. There are only two people for the time being.

This is more than ten years.

In order to fight against men, he even went to school in high school and wandered around.

Until today, his mother is critically ill, and he can no longer hang around outside. After a phone call, he went back to the city.

I haven't seen him for three years. He doesn't know how many crimes his mother has suffered before he has suffered like this. But he doesn't dare to ask. He's afraid that the answer has something to do with the man.

The doctor said that his mother's Day was just in these days. Therefore, when he came back, he asked Gu youyou for a week's leave. If there were any other things, he was afraid that he would be delayed.

These days, he accompanied his mother and didn't go anywhere, but he didn't want to face this man.

"Don't you go home and have a look?" Just as he was about to turn away, the man's deep, hoarse voice rang out behind him.

"Home? Without a mother, it's not home, it's here. " He pointed to the ward behind him and continued, "it's home."

When the man chokes, he doesn't seem to think that Xiaowen's words will be so straightforward. Looking at Xiaowen's back gradually fading away, a bitter expression of ink flashed on the man's face.

His son, no longer forgives him.

When the man came back to the ward again, his figure seemed to be much thinner and rickets all at once, which did not allow time to carve a lot of faces, but also seemed to be a lot older in an instant.

"Yiner, wake up quickly. Our son has come back. He has come back to see you. Don't you miss him? Then open your eyes and look at him. You can rest assured that he is in good health. Even he has grown a lot. Once upon a time, you always said that he looked like me, but I felt that he was very like you, especially the gentle expression in his eyebrows and eyes... "The man took out a wet towel and wiped it gently on the back of the sleeping woman's hand. His eyes were full of tenderness and pity that Xiaowen had never seen before, saying words that women could not hear.

A touch of more and more bitter in his heart, directly his whole heart package, a time, unbearable.

He is about to lose his beloved wife, which means that, at the same time, he will also lose his blood son.

I don't know when it started. He often sneaks into his study to see his children. He no longer has his own figure in his eyes, nor has he called his father.

Every time I think of the child's eyes full of resentment, his heart is not bitter.

It's his fault, because growing up in a special family, he didn't care much about his family. When he was young, he devoted himself to his career and ignored his wife and children.

He knew that he had treated his considerate wife and his lively and lovely son harshly.

He regretted it now, but it was too late.

In this world, there are too many regrets, but there is no regret medicine that can pull people back to the past.

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