In the hospital, Zhuo Mufeng was already preparing, and when he saw Suningyan and Zhuo Junyue, he walked over, "Brother, sister-in-law, it's ready." ”

Zhuo Junyue held her shoulders, "Wife, don't be nervous, I'll wait for you outside." ”

"Well, then I'll go in first."

Suningyan feels much better, but after checking it, he is still more relieved.

Since his lung injury, Suningyan has avoided allergies.

After a round of inspections, it has been more than an hour.

Zhuo Junyue looked at Suning Yangang who had just smoked a lot of blood, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and when she went back at night, she had to eat a little more blood-replenishing things.

Although the results of the examination have not all come out, Zhuo Mufeng is very confident, "Brother, don't worry too much, at present, my sister-in-law is recovering well." I'll give it to you when all the test results come out tomorrow. ”

"Okay, wife, let's go home."

Suningyan nodded, he really didn't have a good impression of the hospital.

Coming out of the hospital, Suningyan saw that the black car was still parked outside.

When Feng Jinghan saw her come out, his face was a little bad, and he couldn't help but worry.

However, when he saw her, he seemed to see Xiaozhu, and he didn't even have the courage to say a word to her.

He walked in front of her now, was he qualified to let Ning Yan call him Dad? He was indeed not a good father.

Thinking that Xiaozhu was pregnant, she came out from southern Xinjiang to find her.

At that time, his mind was full of things about the closure of the family.

I didn't expect that Xiaozhu would be pregnant, and she would come to her.

Feng Jinghan's heart suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle.

The car slowly followed to Zhuo's house, and after watching Ning Yan enter, he drove the car away.

Feng Jinghan bought a bunch of bellflowers, which was a flower that Xiaozhu used to like.

Came to her grave and looked at the photo of Lin Xiaozhu on the stone tablet, and he sat down next to him.

"Xiaozhu, I'm sorry, I found our daughter, why am I so stupid? The first time I met her, I actually had a very strange feeling. But I never dared to think that I would have a daughter who belonged to us. ”

When he left Southern Xinjiang that year, Feng Jinghan had nothing on him.

Later, he couldn't find Xiaozhu, so he could only rely on his own imagination and use a clumsy brush to paint her face.

When he first learned to draw, he thought it was much more difficult to draw than to hold a gun.

However, except for the memories in his mind, he didn't even have a head for Xiaozhu now.

He began to practice his painting skills hard, throwing away countless pieces of drawing paper, and slowly painted a trace of Xiaozhu's charm.

"Xiaozhu, our daughter is very good, and her son-in-law is also very good to her. By the way, Ning Yan also gave birth to a very cute daughter named An An. What can I do to make up for our daughter? Even if she doesn't recognize me, I don't blame her, it's me who is not good. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Jinghan poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

"Xiaozhu, can you give me your dream? Do you want me to accompany you, or do you want to watch our daughter? ”

Leaning on Lin Xiaozhu's stone stele, the whole person was full of sadness.

The autumn scenery is picturesque, and Feng Jinghan is not in the mood to appreciate it.

The bellflower is placed on the stone monument, swaying with the breeze.

Feng Jinghan's mobile phone rang, and he looked at the caller ID, it was Ouyang Hui calling.

In front of Lin Xiaozhu's grave, Feng Jinghan didn't want to answer anyone's calls.

He turned off his mobile phone directly, and just wanted to accompany Xiaozhu quietly. ()

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