My Husband, Warm The Bed

After sending Jian Ran away, Xiao Qinghe returned and sat in the living room.

He stared at a certain place with a complicated gaze, took a deep breath after looking for a long time, and hit the coffee table with a fist, his eyes bursting with anger.

He was in vain as a son. His father was seriously injured and left out. After so many years of life, he didn't even know the situation.

If it wasn't his father who found him this time, he was afraid that he would never know that his father was still alive.

Back then, the figure of my father was so tall and straight, back then the father was so energetic, and back then, his father was so upright...

However, over the years, my father lived so humble and without dignity...

People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts... even his own son did not recognize him when he saw his father.

Thinking of the suffering his father had suffered over the years, Xiao Qinghe raised his hand and slapped it on his face fiercely, hating himself for being so useless. His father had suffered so many years outside, but he could not do anything.

One slap was not enough, Xiao Qinghe slapped himself twice again, as if only this way could make his heart feel better.

After a long time, Xiao Qinghe slowly got up and walked towards the study.

When he walked to the door of the study, he raised his hand to hold the doorknob, and when he twisted, he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, until he felt that he could face the people in the study with his usual mentality, and then he twisted the doorknob.

After opening the door, his eyes fell on the desk in the study for the first time.

Sitting in front of his desk was a man whose head was mostly white and had obvious burn marks on his face. His facial scars were so serious that he could hardly recognize his original appearance.

Not only was his face burnt, but his back was also humped, and his head was tall and thin. It seemed that he was 80 or 90 years old, as if he had gone through countless vicissitudes of life before he became what he is today.

However, his true age is not sixty years old, and years have left too many traces on his body that makes him look dozens of years old.

"dad--"

A word that couldn't be simpler, but almost exhausted Xiao Qinghe's whole body to call out such a simple word.

But his shout did not get a response from the elderly man. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and it took a few seconds before he blinked.

Xiao Qinghe didn't call him again, but slowly walked to his side and looked at the computer display on the desk.

Jian Ran was shown on the display, and Jian Ran's frowns and smiles were played back clearly.

During Jian Ran's arrival, Xiao Qinghe installed a surveillance camera in the living room. The purpose was to record her today, so that when their father missed her, they could always look at her.

After watching Xiao Yuanfeng for a long time, Xiao Qinghe resisted the pain in his heart, and tried to say: "Dad, you have been watching for a long time. Let's pause and rest for a while before watching, okay?"

"It's my daughter..." Xiao Yuanfeng seemed to have not heard Xiao Qinghe's words. He pointed to Jian Ran on the display screen and said with a smile, "Look, her eyes look like her mother, but Her eyebrows look like mine."

"Not only the eyebrows resemble you, but many and many places resemble you." Xiao Qinghe smiled helplessly, and said to his father.

Jian Ran was born in Jian's family and was raised in Jian's family. Their father was born in Jian Ran and later disappeared. He was unable to hug his child.

For this child, Xiao Yuanfeng did not watch her be born, did not grow up with her, and she was born by his beloved person. The two of them have suffered so much over the years, so he loves her more naturally. There is more to Xiao Qinghe.

As the two talked, tears rolled from the corners of Xiao Yuanfeng's eyes, drop by drop, blurring his eyes.

His eyes could not see Jian Ran on the computer screen, but he could see very clearly in his heart that his daughter had many similarities to him.

"Dad, don't be like this. You have come back to us, and you can see Ranran and me at any time in the future." Xiao Qinghe looked at his father, and his heart tightened every time he looked at his father's face. one cent.

Especially when he saw his father's tears, Xiao Qinghe couldn't bear it anymore, his anger gushed out like a flood, but he couldn't find a place to vent.

Shen Yuan who caused his father to become like this is already dead, and they can no longer find Qin Xiaobao, who has nothing to do with the incident back then.

Xiao Yuanfeng didn't speak, but tears were always running, as if he was about to shed tears that he had endured for more than 20 years.

"Dad--" Xiao Qinghe called his father, trying to persuade him not to cry, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

The only thing the father thought about was the daughter he had never held before.

During this period, he could only look at Jian Ran from a distance and call to listen to her voice.

Xiao Qinghe can understand the excitement of his father when he can see his daughter so close and hear her voice today.

"Ran Ran--" Xiao Yuanfeng wiped a tear, and tremblingly stroked his hand on the computer screen, his palm pressed against Jian Ran's face.

It was obviously a cold computer screen, and the moment he touched Jian Ran's cheek, Xiao Yuanfeng seemed to be able to feel Jian Ran's temperature.

He burst into tears with excitement: "She is my daughter, she is my daughter, she is my daughter, is my child..."

He kept repeating this sentence, and every time he bit a word, his lips would tremble slightly.

"Dad--" Apart from calling out Dad, Xiao Qinghe really didn't know what else he could say.

Over the past two dozen years, his father has lived a dark life, and he can't wait to suffer for his father.

"Qinghe, do you think you will recognize me as my father?" Xiao Yuanfeng retracted his hands as if frightened, and covered his face with both hands, "No, no, no... I can't let her see me like this, I can't Scared her."

Xiao Qinghe rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Yuanfeng's hands, and said repeatedly, "Dad, don't do this. You heard it just now, but then I said, no matter what you become, you are her father. She will never I don’t recognize you."

"No, I don't want to scare her. Don't let her know that I exist." Xiao Yuanfeng looked around, pushed Xiao Qinghe away and went under the desk to hide, "Don't let her find me, I don't want him to find me ."

Xiao Qinghe squatted down, took Xiao Yuanfeng's hand, and comforted: "Dad, Jian Ran is your biological daughter and my sister. I know her better than you. She is eager for family affection."