Tang Haotian sat alone on the garden bench chair.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, his beautiful jaw closed, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, nor did he know what he was thinking.

...

Suddenly the light and shadow in front of me became dark.

When Tang Haotian looked up, Lin Xiaoru had already walked over in front of him.

"Mommy." Tang Haotian moved the corners of his mouth, shouted softly, and then hung his head down.

Lin Xiaoru stroked Tang Haotian's forehead and cursed in her heart how her husband was like a father. She turned around and sat down next to the bench, smiled slightly, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Do you want to talk to Mommy?"

The sunlight covered his eyelashes with a faint shadow, and the two blue and black bags of eyes were even more noticeably heavy.

Silence for half a minute.

Tang Haotian's eyelids trembled gently, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his mouth was stuttering, his voice was as hoarse as if it had gravel, and it was low into the dust.

"Mommy, I'm still very scared..."

He really thanked God for making his Fufu and the little girl well.

But he didn't say anything. He would never forget their fear and trembling devouring feeling outside the operating room that day, the moment he saw the critical illness notice.

He didn't dare to sleep these two days because once he closed his eyes, the fear would surge in his claws, bright and bloody. In the nightmare, it was like a devil pinching his heart, almost suffocating.

...

Lin Xiaoru looked at Tang Haotian's hand clenched on his knees and trembled unconsciously, feeling distressed and sad, but felt even more comforted.

She knew her son, who had been too self-centered since she was a child. Because she was an only child, she had no younger brother or sister to take care of him, so he didn't know how to care for others, and she couldn't even express herself. Her language was barren. The identity of the young master of the Tang family made him even more fearless. She was once worried that such a temperament would make Tang Haotian do something too intensely that hurts life, although he did so later.

Now, because of a girl, he has finally begun to respect life, be full of gratitude, and be pious.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there was only Shui Fu and his daughter, and he did not mention himself a word.

Her son has finally grown into a mature man.

Because, I really love it.

Lin Xiaoru smiled,

"Mommy tells you about my father and you, do you listen?"

Tang Haotian had a dazed expression. When he was a child, he heard Uncle Ji and his friends gossip about his father, mom's dog/blood back then, but he only listened to it, but he really never heard the person involved reveal it.

Tang Haotian nodded slowly after saying "um" and nodded slowly.

...

Tang Yu bought two cups of yogurt and thought that the mother and son in the garden were chatting. He then read the gossip magazine in the coffee shop before coming over.

Lin Xiaoru saw Tang Yu on the pebbly path at a glance, holding a yogurt cardboard box in his hand, and his eyebrows were stretched and raised.

"Your daddy is here."

It was not until Tang Yu approached that he found that Tang Haotian stared at him with a strange face. He actually felt a chill on his back, and what was going on with his half-closed eyes? How could he feel deeply despised by his son...

"Am I your wife or I have flowers on my face? Are you staring at me like that?" Tang Yu asked.

Tang Haotian rolled his eyes and snorted with a slight and sunny chin.

Tang Yu looked puzzled and looked at Lin Xiaoru.

"Is this guy insulted?"

"Go to you." Lin Xiaoru glared at him, then looked at Tang Haotian and smiled gently, "I have said everything I should say or not. What should I do next? Haotian, Mommy thinks you should have an idea in your heart."

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