Hundreds of millions of treasures: black-bellied mommy is very popular

Bai Chengyun knew that this was the real Su Qingyue, no matter what happened, even if there was a vulnerable side, it was only for a moment.

She will always be an unbeatable Xiaoqiang in her career, and emotionally as well.

Bai Chengyun watched Su Qingyue enter the ward, then turned around and left. The next time was the reunion of their father and daughter, so it was not suitable for him to stay any longer.

When Su Qingyue entered the ward on the inner floor, Su Zhenchuan was still lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, and he didn't know if he was sleeping.

She was standing at the door, her calves were as heavy as lead, she couldn't lift her feet, and she was weak.

Really dad.

When she was in prison six years ago, she thought she would never see her father again in this life; after she was released from prison, the father she wanted to pay homage to but didn't even have ashes.

How many midnight dreams came back, she dreamed that her father was standing in front of her, not speaking, just standing there blankly, his eyes glazed over.

She doesn't want to see such a father. In all her memories, her father is always in high spirits, and even if the company encounters a crisis, he will happily say to her: "Qingyue, if my father goes bankrupt that day, we will go open How about a small shop that sells sweet potatoes? Dad likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes in the winter, but when he was young, he had a bad stomach, so your mother always took care of me and refused to let me eat them. After your mother left, no roasted sweet potatoes It's tasteless."

At that time, she was full of disgust: "Dad, as father and daughter don't distinguish between grains, are you sure we can bake sweet potatoes? Or don't we treat potatoes as sweet potatoes?"

Dad was so amused that he laughed, even the lines on the corners of his eyes were happy.

But once in the dream, he became lifeless and empty, and he didn't even give her the most common "Qingyue".

After how many dreams like this, she woke up with wet eyes?She has hoped for countless times that there will be miracles in life, that she can travel back to the past, let her see her father again, and even if she doesn't say anything else, just tell him: We are not destined in this life, it doesn't matter, I will still be your daughter in the next life. They are all safe and sound until they are a hundred years old.

at last.

It's a miracle, right?Her father is still alive, and he is lying in front of her now. Although his sickness has completely disappeared, that face is really her father, Su Zhenchuan.

Moisture welled up in Su Qingyue's eyes again, she desperately opened her eyes wide and raised her head.After the sore nose was suppressed by her, she slowly stepped forward, step by step, to the hospital bed.

The black hair in the past has all been replaced with white hair, and it is not the healthy and shiny white of Bai Yuanhai, the whole color is gray, which makes people feel like malnourished.

Her face is also full of wrinkles, and there are even age spots. Her father before she was imprisoned was obviously handsome and tall, and people believed that she was forty.

so old.

No matter how suppressed Su Qingyue was, her vision still blurred.She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and the fingertips paused countless times before they lightly landed on Su Zhenchuan's face.

"Dad." She called out in a low voice.

Su Zhenchuan who was sleeping suddenly twitched his eyelashes, and his eyelids twitched, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes suddenly.

The person in front of him was still a blurry image, he got over the dizziness when he first woke up, and only looked up again when the darkness in front of him completely receded.

At this glance, Su Zhenchuan was startled at first, but then widened in disbelief, protruding.

"Qing, Qingyue?"

The hoarse voice was like old bark that could not withstand the wind and rain and fell to the ground, and was trampled into crumbs.

Su Qingyue's tears rolled down the ground.

It was Papa's voice, really Papa's voice.

It's like traveling back to when she was a child, and she had to go back to her uncle's house every time her father went on a business trip.When the call came that her father was coming back, she hugged the doll and sat at the door of her uncle's house, waiting for her father's car to pick her up.

Sometimes I wait for more than an hour, and sometimes I can't wait for a long time. When the car stopped, the first thing my father did when he got out of the car was to open his hand to her: "Qingyue, come, daddy hugs. "

Time flies, twenty years later, Su Qingyue never thought that she would hear Su Zhenchuan call her "Qingyue" again.

She couldn't hold back all of a sudden, leaned down and put her forehead on the back of Su Zhenchuan's hand, her voice choked up: "Dad, it's me. I'm late."

"Silly boy. It's not too late, not at all." Su Zhenchuan's tears also fell down his temples into his gray hair, and soon wet a small piece of pillow.

He raised his other hand tremblingly, put it on Su Qingyue's hair, and patted it gently like when she was a child when she was putting her to sleep: "Qingyue, Dad is so happy, Dad saw you again, Dad thought..."

"Dad!" Su Qingyue raised her head and interrupted Su Zhenchuan, she didn't want to hear those assumptions.

It doesn't matter whether she is superstitious or stupid, after such a life-and-death parting, she is lucky to meet again in life, and she does not want any unlucky possibility.

Su Zhenchuan didn't know what his daughter was thinking, he laughed with difficulty: "Stupid child, you are almost thirty, why are you still so stupid."

As he spoke, he wanted to sit up, but after moving his body a few times, his arms still couldn't stand up.

Six years ago, Su Zhenchuan could still play golf, but now he can hardly even sit up.

Su Qingyue knew how strong her father was, so she turned her head and pretended not to see his embarrassment, picked up the thermos on the bedside table and poured a glass of warm water, "Dad, you just woke up, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Then, using the excuse of drinking water to sit up, she helped Su Zhenchuan sit up, and went to the head of the bed to raise the bed to a suitable height.

Su Zhenchuan drank a few sips of water, and the sad atmosphere between the father and daughter was also relieved a lot. He handed the cup back to Su Qingyue, and then looked at her sideways, "My daughter has grown up at the first glance, this It seems that you still have the posture of a strong woman?"

Su Qingyue came from the studio. After entering the room and taking off the down jacket, she was wearing a suit of dark trousers and a small suit.It may be an ordinary daily commuting outfit on others, but when it comes to Su Qingyue, it has a sharp and sassy taste.

This is the temperament that Su Qingyue could never have possessed back then.

"How can we still stay in the past? At such an age, you will be scolded for pretending to be young." Su Qingyue made a joke cooperatively, making the air in the ward more relaxed.

She didn't want her to cry when she and her father met for the first time. The emotions in her heart should be suppressed in her heart and released when there is no one else.The relationship between their father and daughter is always relaxed and at ease. It was like this before, and it will be like this now.

So she took the opportunity to talk about her experience in the past few years: "I performed well in prison, so I was released early. After I was released from prison, I built a studio by myself. In business, ups and downs are inevitable. Failure Once, I just started my second business recently. Fortunately, the development is not bad. You know your daughter mine, nothing else, but in terms of fashion design, I am really talented, so everyone is more face-saving. I like the clothes I make."