Transmigrate to be Queen

The middle-aged man rushed directly to his bed. Ning Xiaoman looked straight at him and looked at his eyes. Ning Xiaoman knew that this person should be her father, but she didn't feel close to her grandmother and mother.

Although Ning Xiaoman can feel his excitement, happiness and even love for himself in his breath, those seem to be superficial and not deep, which makes Ning Xiaoman distrust his feeling, so she doesn't respond to him.

"Xiaoman, Xiaoman, you finally wake up, but you worry about your father."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and helped Ning Xiaoman to open a wisp of broken hair in front of her forehead. It seems that he is also very careful. But this feeling is strange. He narrowly escaped death. The father can take care of observing his appearance, and his heart is big enough.

"Xiaoman, why don't you talk to dad? Xiaoteng is always talking to me about you these two days, saying that he hopes his sister will wake up early. Xiaoteng should be very happy when you wake up now."

As soon as the man said this, Ning Xiaoman immediately understood what he had just felt. Why did he feel that the man was close and distant.

Because his love is not pure, he only loves his daughter, not himself. Therefore, the love he gives is divided by others. Just like the little vine in his mouth, it can be heard by name. This is also his daughter. Moreover, he should be very good at things and be loved by him.

"Xiaoman, why don't you talk to your father? Don't you recognize your father?"

When he reminded, Mrs. Ning also reacted. Just now Man'er didn't recognize Aunt Xue, but she recognized herself and her mother. Could she not recognize her father?

The old lady said that Ning Xiaoman didn't know Aunt Xue. Wu Yu Hou Ning Chengzhi didn't believe it. He didn't believe that his beloved daughter didn't know him,

"You really don't recognize me as a father."

Ning Xiaoman just doesn't speak.

"Sister, sister, do you recognize me?"

A handsome young man of seventeen or eighties crowded up and lay down beside his sister's bed. With this sentence, his eyes were wet.

Probably for fear that her sister would see it, she quickly lowered her head and pretended to inadvertently touch her tears with the edge of her sleeve. Then she raised her head again, bent her eyebrows and looked at herself. Ning Xiaoman's eyes were also bent,

"Second brother -"

"Ah, little sister, you know me, mother, sister knows me, grandmother, little sister knows me."

The young man hurried to confirm with the people around him, then turned back, and tears fell,

"Little sister, I'm the second brother."

This young man is Ning Yuanyuan, Ning Xiaoman's second brother. At this time, Ning Xiaoman can't help crying. Ning Xiaoman feels for him because of the breath from top to bottom, that is, heartache, heartache, which is all the love of a brother for his sister.

"Sister, do you recognize me?"

A 12-year-old or 3-year-old young man with beautiful eyes also crowded into the bed. Wu Yu Hou Ning Chengzhi had been pushed aside by his son. At the moment, he tightened his eyebrows and wondered why his daughter didn't recognize him.

Although Ning Xiaoman is still weak because she just woke up, she still stretched out her hand and touched her brother's little head,

"Of course my sister knows you, third brother, big brother!"

She called to the young man standing behind her brother again. The young man's expression didn't change. He just nodded his head gently, but his eyes were full of warmth.

Even if he didn't say a word, his concern was transmitted to Ning Xiaoman's perception without concealment, so that Ning Xiaoman knew that the young man loved his sister deeply, and he would definitely give everything for his sister without hesitation.

"Sister knows me, mother, grandmother, sister knows me."

Ning Jiacheng, the third brother, is very happy. He keeps proving with the people around him that his sister knows himself. He is very happy. His sister can recognize herself even if she doesn't know her father, which makes the little boy feel very important.

"Xiaoman, why do you know all of them instead of being a father? Being a father is very sad."

When Wu Yu Hou came forward again, the eldest brother Ning Qiancheng pulled his brother out of the way. The third brother Ning Jiacheng was still reluctant, but he saw his father's gloomy face and obediently followed his brother to stand behind his mother.

"Are you a father?"

Ning Xiaoman hesitated to ask. Hou Wu Yu quickly made jin'er nod. He was the highest ranking person in Ning's house. Although Mrs. Ning was the mother, it was only because of respect. Of course, he was the biggest in terms of official position, so he felt that he was not recognized by his daughter and lost face. He would never allow such uncontrollable things to happen in front of him.

"I don't know why. When I wake up this time, I have a very sharp sense of people. People who love me, like me, hate me, and even resent me will have a very clear feeling. In my heart, you are my father, so in my perception, you should give me all love, but no, probably because you are my only one, and I love you Not for you. "