President's golden soul girlfriend

Zhang Zicheng hasn't returned yet. Hong Wenbin's loving and deep voice sounded behind him.

"He comes every day, whenever he is free."

"Dad, when did you come?" Hong GuiGui asked, dissatisfied with his disturbing her and Zhang Zicheng's world.

"Just arrived."

Seeing that his daughter's mental state was good, Hong Wenbin was relieved.

Zhang Zicheng had to admire Hong Wenbin's speed. Although the hospital was only two blocks away from the Public Security Bureau, this time was called speed. It helped him a lot, and he finally had a chance to get out.

"Uncle Hong, since you are here, I have something to deal with when I go home. I'll go back first."

"No." Hong GuiGui stopped.

"OK, you'll be busy first. It's hard." Hong Wenbin promised readily.

The two said almost at the same time.

Zhang Zicheng looked at his father and daughter, smiled and said, "come back another day."

Hong GuiGui was very unhappy. He kept blaming his father for appearing too early. He wouldn't think of her at all. He might as well wear Yingzhi.

As soon as Zhang Zicheng left the ward, she complained.

"Dad, why did you promise to let Zicheng leave? I just talked to him alone, and you came."

Hong Wenbin said, "let him accompany you. The future will be long. I'm afraid you'll leak. He doesn't want to see you in the future."

Hong GuiGui whispered, "I have a sense of propriety."

Seeing his daughter still angry, Hong Wenbin explained.

"If he asks you what happened to him when he was beaten in the grove, how can you return? Won't you return?"

"So you told him."

"Yes, but what I said is not all true. Otherwise, he can't come to see you so attentively every day!"

At this point, Hong Wenbin was a little guilty, but if not, his daughter might lie quietly all her life.

Hearing this, Hong GuiGui was terrified and hurriedly asked, "what did you tell him?"

Hong Wenbin repeated the original words with Hong GuiGui.

This is the first time Hong GuiGui has listened to his father so carefully.

From this matter, she once again saw that her father was her strong dependence, and everything was for her. No wonder Zhang Zicheng's attitude towards her had changed 180 degrees.

Hong GuiGui threw his father a smile after listening to this, which was also the first smile she sincerely gave him since her mother committed suicide.

Hong Wenbin is like a encouraged child. He is very happy. This second, he forgets the fact that his daughter's left foot is disabled.

"Dad knows that you like him and will try his best to help you."

"Thank you, Dad."

Hong Wenbin glanced at Hong GuiGui with a smile on his face. His loving expression became serious. He glanced at her leg and decided to tell the cruel truth.

"I want to tell you an important thing now. I hope you can be prepared."

"Dad, what's up?"

"You may need a prosthetic limb on your left foot."

Hong GuiGui only felt her ears were stuffy. She wanted to get up and mold her legs. She found that she couldn't get up.

She touched her left foot with her right foot. Sure enough, she didn't feel near her ankle. Then she cried like a child who couldn't find her way home.

"GuiGui, don't get excited. Installing artificial limbs doesn't affect walking. No one can see it when wearing pants. Now science and technology are very developed."

Hong GuiGui didn't particularly care about her legs. She wasn't an artist who made a living by dancing.

But Zhang Zicheng has been pursuing perfection since childhood. He will never marry a disabled woman! She was as miserable as a thousand arrows through her heart!

So care, so pain.

Hong GuiGui seemed to see Zhang Zicheng, looked at her flawed left leg with disgust, and ruthlessly refused her.

"We can't. The girl I want to marry must not be disabled."

Her eyes were filled with tears.

"The doctor said that if you have a strong will, you still have the opportunity not to amputate. Don't be so depressed. Now the doctor is asking for my advice, and I haven't said anything yet."