CHAPTER XXVI

Su Zhentian looked at the crackling white wooden door that was thrown by Yin Miaohong out of anger, and fell into a tangle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

On the one hand, there is a daughter who has been indebted for many years, and on the other hand, a mother who has loved her for many years. Why can't we coexist?

Forget it, let's go see Su Bai's mother and daughter first.

Su Zhentian stood at the door of the VIP ward, pacing back and forth, but he couldn't make up his mind to knock on the door.

After all, he was going to break his promise to Su Bai. But the daughter has two, and she can have another child if she wants it in the future, but the mother has only one. Although I said that, I thought of the star-eyed daughter who adored me. I really don't know how to speak.

"Mr. Su, it turns out that you are here! No wonder I didn't find you in the office just now. "A thin nurse in her forties and fifties walked in.

"Well, head nurse, what's the matter?" Although it was a little embarrassing for his subordinates to see him walking around the door of the ward, the aura of being a boss still existed.

"Oh, yes. Miss Su from this ward was discharged from the hospital and went home today, and this is the letter she asked me to pass on to you. The head nurse said as she pulled out a letter from the large pocket of her nurse's uniform.

The pure white envelope was handed from the head nurse's hand to Su Zhentian's hand. What the head nurse thought in her heart was that rich people could really play, and if there was anything that the father and daughter couldn't talk about, they had to write a letter.

"Then Mr. Su, if there is nothing to do, I will go back to work first." After the head nurse finished speaking, she waited there to see what else Su Zhentian had to do.

"Did she say anything about this letter when she asked you to pass it on? Has anyone been here before? Su Zhentian didn't expect that he had been entangled for a long time, and he didn't have to face it at all. I was a little lost in my heart, and their mother and daughter left like this?

"Miss Su originally wanted Lin Mingyue to hand it over, but you also know that today is fifteen, and she is not here. Miss Su said she would come to the city to see you. The old lady and the young lady have been here before. The head nurse conveyed truthfully.

"Has Zhilan been here too? Okay, I got it. Then you go get busy first. Su Zhentian waved his hand and signaled that the head nurse could go down.

Pinching the thin envelope in his hand, Su Zhentian turned around and went back to the office.

The white envelope was well sealed with glue, and a small pink paper flower was carefully pasted on the seal. The envelope was written with four types of "Dad Personally Opened", which was written in a young round font, a cute and cute font, which made Su Zhentian's cute little face float in front of Su Zhentian's eyes.

The cute envelope made Su Zhentian see his daughter's intentions, and he carefully opened the envelope as little as possible to ruin the appearance.

I pulled out the letters inside, and there were two of them.

Dad, when you read this letter, my mother and I should already be in our hometown. Forgive me for saying goodbye, but if I say goodbye to you in person, I may be reluctant to leave.

For more than a month, I felt like I was in a dream, I was so close to my father, I was really happy.

If I could, I hope my injuries don't heal so I can see Daddy all the time. It's not possible, though.

Dad, you have grandma, Aunt Yin, and sister Zhilan. But my mother only has me, and I can't and am reluctant to let her be alone in my hometown. So I had no choice but to leave.

But don't worry, I'll come back to see you. I've painted you a portrait of you, it's not very good, and you are not allowed to laugh at me.

Daddy, love you.

Your daughter Xiaobai.

Su Zhentian opened another piece of paper, which was a white sketch paper, and carefully sketched Su Zhentian's image with a pencil. Maybe the painting skills are a little immature, but the intention of the painter can be seen in the stroke of the stroke.