The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Then, Hao Lianlian watched Su ziqiao run out like a gust of wind.

The speed is so fast that she has no time to speak, and the person has disappeared.

Hello

She has no memory loss or anything.

I just woke up and couldn't speak.

This guy has too much brain tonic.

Hao Lianlian opened her mouth and wanted to talk. Finally, she thought, let it go.

There is no one in the room. Who should I tell?

This suziqiao!

"Wake up?" Wang Yuan pushed the door open and ran in. "Is there anything wrong? Is it still uncomfortable? Is there any pain?"

Looking at her concerned eyes, Hao Lianlian's tears flowed out with a brush.

Is this the legendary feeling of maternal love?

I've never felt it before. A warm current hit my heart directly, so I was caught off guard.

It's so sour that I want to cry.

"What's the matter? Is it painful? Don't cry, I'll call the doctor?" Wang Yuan hurriedly wiped tears for Hao Lianlian, and was about to leave. Hao Lianlian grabbed his clothes, "aunt, I'm fine."

Her voice is still a little hoarse.

"It's OK, it's OK." Wang Yuan held Hao Lianlian's hand tightly. "Is it still painful? Do you want to eat?"

"You scared us to death," Wang yuanrou said with a smile, "just wake up. Don't be so stupid in the future."

She is so selfish.

I just don't want to see her lying weak in the hospital bed. Compared with her optimistic smile, she still likes to see her.

"OK." Hao Lianlian nodded.

She really wanted to ask why Wang Yuan was here.

But she was afraid that if she asked, she would leave.

In the final analysis, no matter what she is here for, she is infatuated with the feelings in the room at this moment. Greedy, for a person who has never felt maternal love, it's not at all.

"Can I be your mother in the future?" Wang Yuan squatted down and looked at her as flat as possible, "you know? You are now bleeding with my blood. Do you think we are very related? Our blood types are the same, and they are all very scarce panda blood."

"So you saved me?" Hao Lianlian grasped the key point at once.

"Silly boy, so will you? Recognize me as the godmother?" Wang Yuan said.

"Can I?" Hao Lianlian felt like a dream. "Am I still dreaming?"

"If you are dreaming, I hope this dream will never wake up."

She whispered and slowly closed her eyes.

Wang Yuan's tears came down.

"It's not a dream, it's all true." She shook her hand and said, "look, I'm holding your hand."

Yes.

Hao Lianlian opened her eyes, "it's true. I can feel the warmth in your hand."

"Can I really call you mother?" Hao Lianlian looked at Wang Yuan with expectant eyes, "is it OK?"

"Yes." Wang Yuan covered his mouth and cried, putting Hao Lianlian's hand in his arms, "yes, yes."

"Mom." Hao Lianlian whispered.

Wang Yuan didn't hear clearly.

"Son, speak louder." Wang Yuan encouraged.

Hao Lianlian pursed her mouth.

When thinking of her mother, she once secretly shouted like this in private.

Afraid of being heard and laughing at her, and afraid of being heard by old man Hao and feeling sad, he kept his voice low and was a little cautious every time.

"Mom."

Hao Lianlian's voice was a little louder.

"Hey." Wang Yuan nodded with a tearful smile.

Happiness seems to come a little too soon!