Sweet Love: Ex-husband grows snacks

Tang Mosen didn't wake up until noon again. When the sun shone on Tang Mosen's thick and long eyelashes, he opened his eyes.

The glare of the sun made Tang Mosen's eyes unacceptable for a while, so he put his hands on his eyes to relieve the glare of the sun.

As soon as he got used to the glare of the sun, Tang Mosen felt a lot of headaches. Thinking that if Xia Yuyang had been around before, he would have made ginger soup for him. Thinking of this, Tang Mosen closed his eyes again.

But suddenly thinking of what Cui Enyao said last night, Tang Mosen decided to get up and clean up, just because they don't like mess.

Tang Mosen did what he said, took his apron and hat, and carefully cleaned every corner, whether it was a high place or the bottom of the bed, Tang Mosen cleaned it spotlessly.

Tang Mosen, like a tireless robot, took bags of garbage out of the room and threw them into the trash can in the community.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Mosen finally finished cleaning. Seeing how clean the room was, he thought that Xia Yuyang would praise him if he saw it.

Tang Mosen still felt that Xia Yuyang was still alive, and he wondered if Xia Yuyang would come back if he cleaned up the house and cleaned the room.

He still firmly believed that Xia Yuyang was still alive.

Tang Mosen was reminiscing but was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. He knew that someone had been calling him during this time, but he didn't answer it.

Tang Mosen strode to the table where the mobile phone was placed, picked up the mobile phone, and found that the caller was Tang Han. He didn't want to answer it, but after thinking about it, he still answered the call.

"Hello—" a deep voice on the other end of the phone spoke first.

"What's wrong?" Tang Mosen replied casually.

"You brat, still know how to answer the phone?" Tang Han said with a tone of hatred.

"What's the matter?" Tang Mosen became impatient.

"Your mother is in the hospital. Come and take a look. Although she keeps telling me not to tell you, I think it's easier for you to recognize the reality." After speaking, Tang Han hung up the phone and turned to look at Mrs. Tang is sleeping.

And there was a beep on Tang Mosen's phone, Tang Mosen took off his apron and hat, and drove directly to the hospital.

In the hospital

I don't know when Mrs. Tang was woken up by Tang Han. When Tang Han went to ask the doctor about Mrs. Tang's condition, she sat up.

After Tang Han asked the doctor, he went back to the ward to take care of Mrs. Tang, only to find that Mrs. Tang had already sat up by herself.

"Are you awake?" Tang Han walked up to Mrs. Tang and sat down.

"Aren't you told to call Mo Sen?" Mrs. Tang's eyes were bloodshot, and Xia Yuyang's death hit her hard.

"Don't call him, let you keep crying?" Tang Han shook his head and said helplessly.

"Yu Yang's death has dealt a great blow to Mo Sen. The two of them fell in love with each other with great difficulty. Unexpectedly, hey." Mrs. Tang shook her head and said with a sob.

"You want to be more open, people have to look forward." Tang Han patted Mrs. Tang on the shoulder.

"I'm afraid that Mo Sen won't be able to pass this hurdle." Although Mrs. Tang took good care of herself, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes still appeared mischievously, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Tang Mosen arrived just at this time and pushed open the door. Mrs. Tang saw Tang Mosen coming in and secretly wiped away her tears.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Tang Mosen strode to Mrs. Tang's hospital bed.

"Mo Sen, you're here. I'm fine. Don't listen to your dad's nonsense." Mrs. Tang took Tang Mosen's hand.

"Mom..." Tang Mosen hesitated to speak.

He knew that although Mrs. Tang was not his biological mother, she had always treated him as her own, and these good things should have belonged to Xia Yuyang.

He also knows that the current self has failed everyone's expectations of him.

Seeing Mrs. Tang like this, Tang Mosen felt very guilty. He knew that he shouldn't indulge in drunkenness all day like this.

He wanted to comfort Mrs. Tang, but he couldn't even convince himself to accept the news of Xia Yuyang's death. How could he persuade Mrs. Tang.

"Mo Sen, mom knows, you have never accepted Yuyang and Suian's departure, and I can't accept it either." Mrs. Tang began to cry as she spoke.

"Mom, don't cry." Tang Mosen said and handed Mrs. Tang a piece of paper.

Mrs. Tang took the tissue, still crying.

"Mom, I've made up my mind. We should all look forward. Yu Yang's soul in the sky doesn't want to see us like this." Tang Mosen said to Mrs. Tang, he couldn't bear to see Mrs. Tang cry like this.

"Yeah, I went to consult the doctor just now, and the doctor said that your eyes can't keep crying like this." Tang Han also came to comfort Mrs. Tang.

"Okay, I won't cry." Mrs. Tang said, choking on her sobs.

Until Mrs. Tang fell asleep, Tang Mosen was about to leave when Tang Han stopped Tang Mosen.

"Mo Sen, father and son, let's have a good talk." Tang Han said in a deep tone.

Tang Mosen looked at the middle-aged man and replied simply and indifferently: "Okay."

"Go out and talk, don't disturb your mother's rest." After Tang Han tucked Mrs. Tang's quilt, he stood up and approached Tang Mosen, and patted Tang Mosen's shoulder lightly.

Tang Mosen followed Tang Han, walked out of the ward, and came to the roof of the hospital.

"We father and son haven't talked like this for a long time," Tang Han said.

"Yes." Tang Mosen replied.

"What do you plan to do in the future?" Tang Han asked tentatively, he didn't directly talk about Xia Yuyang, but he knew that his son must know what he meant.

"My wife is only Xia Yuyang, and my son is only Xia Suian." Tang Mosen replied firmly.

"Do you have to do this?" Tang Han stared at his son, as if he was not familiar with him.

"Yes." Tang Mosen didn't hesitate at all. He knew what kind of character he was, and he also knew how much he had feelings for Xia Yuyang.

"Well, as a father, I support you." When Tang Han said this, Tang Mosen looked at the father in front of him unexpectedly. Is this really the father who is strict with himself and doesn't hesitate to speak?
Tang Mosen's suspicious eyes betrayed his inner thoughts.

"I know what you're thinking. I haven't had much communication with you since I was a child, but you have to know that I want to treat you well from the bottom of my heart." Tang Han said his heart to Tang Mosen.

"Thank you, Dad." Tang Mosen thanked Tang Han from the bottom of his heart.

"It's okay, but you still have to rely on yourself for the old man." Thinking of that weird old man Tang Han gave him a headache, but he was his father.

"I know." Tang Mosen knew Tang Han's difficulties, and Tang Han was moved enough.

"Well, let's go, do whatever you want." Tang Han said to Tang Mosen with a smile.