If You Are a Dodder Flower

In the early summer evening, the breeze brought a touch of coolness and dispelled the heat of the day.

It’s the time when the family is around the table and using rice together.

Cao is no exception.

The Cao's mansion has a very long history. Over the past half century, it has changed its masters several times. After repairing, renovating and even rebuilding, it still retains its original taste. Compared with many new modern mansions, the stone façade, the huge curved top glass pane, and the heavy curtain curtains make the house look like it is soaked in the sun, thick and concealed.

At this time, in the restaurant of this house, in addition to the fourth child who has not returned from studying abroad, Cao Xiong, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Theater, and his eldest son, second son, and three sons sat at the table and ate quietly.

The four men were very quiet when they ate, but they all had a long back and a loose posture. Although I changed my comfortable clothes after returning home, I can see the traces of the army.

Even if he did not enter the military, he chose Cao Bin, the second son of politics. Because he was trained by his father from an early age, he was no worse than the other men in the three uniforms on the table.

The atmosphere on the dinner table was low, only the chopsticks touched the edge of the dishes and chewed.

This is not because the father-son relationship is not good, there is nothing to say, but because Cao Xiong, who is over half a year old, has a gloomy mood and low mood.

The three sons exchanged their eyes in a quiet manner, hoping that other brothers would take the lead to persuade the old father. No one knows how to persuade.

This is the father's, because the lover's death is depressed, let the son, how in the end how to persuade?

I had to continue the boring risotto.

The first to open, but Cao Xiong himself.

Without notice, Turkic announced a thing that has already been decided: "You are not married, her daughter is still small, I let the old week take her over two days, then live in our house, to her adulthood. ""

The eldest son Cao Yang and the second son Cao Bin took a look.

The three son Cao Xing was straightforward and asked: "Have she had any other relatives?"

"No. Her mother is a daughter, her grandparents have long since passed away. Relatives in the distant house have not come and go. She has been in these years..." Cao Xiong paused and said: "Only me. I promised her to take care of her daughter." She was relieved."

The first girl she said clearly was a little girl who had no loved ones. Later she went to the woman who had just passed away.

The second child Cao Bin and the third child Cao Xing went to see their big brother Cao Yang.

Cao Yang's shoulders are wide and narrow, and the body is slender and strong. It is exactly what Cao Xiong was when he was young. He sat there, and he didn't move his eyebrows: "Well, I will stay at home in the future. Many things like chopsticks, I have been with you for years, and I have not let her down."

Cao Xiong’s mood seems to be better, and it seems to be more gloomy. It makes it hard for the sons to grasp.

He finally sighed and put down the chopsticks: "You eat."

"You can eat some more..." Cao Bin, the second child, advised.

Cao Xiong shook his head and got up and left.

The sons watched his father leave.

In the eyes of outsiders, men over half a century are still tall and straight, like mountains. But the sons who are familiar with him know that after a few days of hard work, the father is old.

The sons couldn’t help but feel sad.

Outsiders think that in this house of power, the son must be disgusted and even hate his father's mistress. This involves a lot of disharmony within the family, as well as the interests and entanglements associated with these sons.

But at Cao, there is no.

The sons of Cao’s family know that their father has not done better.

Fifteen years ago, when my mother died, my father was only thirty-nine years old. He is a very popular young man in the military, and he wants to marry him. And these people have a deep or shallow background.

Cao Xiong, who is a strong young man, looks at his four sons. Cao Yang is 14 years old, Cao Bin is 12 years old, Cao Xing is 10 years old, Cao An is eight years old. Four children are very neat and each is two years apart. He has considered it for a long time. I think of the relationship between the stepmother and the stepchild, and also consider the possibility of conflicts of interest between the four children left by the child and his wife... He eventually chose to be single.

A man like him, of course, would not have no woman. But whether it's a play or a pure deal, he never let these women affect his sons.

Because the sons are too young, they don’t even think that even a hard man like their father, in addition to solving their physiological needs, is... need someone to accompany them.

Cao Xiong was so single for seven years, until eight years ago, met this woman called Cheng Yu.

It was a rainy night, and the woman with a small belly rushed across the road and wanted to die. Fortunately, Cao Xiong’s driver was specially trained, and a drift at a critical moment avoided the woman. However, although Cheng Yu was not hit, he still fell to the ground. The blood ran down the calf and slammed on the ground. The mixture disappeared in the rain.

Cao Xiong, who got out of the car, did not hesitate to hold the woman on the ground to his car: "Go to the hospital!"

"The head!" the guard called.

Cao Xiong followed his gaze. On the side of the road, the little girl shed tears, drenched in the rain, stood there, stunned and panicked.

Same as her mother.

Outside the emergency room of the hospital, the security guard went to the convenience store to buy a large towel, dried the hair and the rain on the little girl, wrapped her like a cloak.

Cao Xiong and her are silent.

He raised four sons, even at home, training them in the way of recruiting new recruits. He is inexperienced with this soft, little girl who can't speak too much to avoid her frightened little girl.

But he couldn't bear to watch the little girl who was white and tender like a bunny. In front of such a little girl, a chilly man will become subconsciously soft. He then spoke to her.

"How old?"

"Seven years old."

"What is she who you are?"

"My mother."

"What about your father? Do you know your father's phone call? How about we call Dad?"

There was tears in the eyes of the little girl: "Dad is gone, and an aunt. Mom said he is not coming back!"

Cao Xiong paused and still asked her mother's name and her father's phone. He called her dad.

The man was very impatient: "I have been divorced with her! She is such a big person, will she not take care of herself? Call her not to find me again!"

艹Nima! Cao Xiong stared at the phone that was hung up, what stuff! The man is going to be with him now, and he will stumble on him with a punch!

The doctor said that the child could not keep it. When the family signed it, Cao Xiong signed the letter to Cheng Yu.

The little girl fell asleep on his lap. When he was introduced from the operating room, he did not wake up from anesthesia. She was promoted to the single ward arranged by Cao Xiong, and there were also arranged care workers to take care of her.

When Cao Xiong put the little **** another bed, the little girl woke up.

"Uncle, are you leaving?" she asked. The seven-year-old child has been able to distinguish between the "uncle" and "uncle".

"Well, I still have things." Cao Xiong said.

The little girl shed tears and asked: "Mom? Is my mother dead?" She looked at her own eyes. The wheel was far from the place where her mother fell, but she was half-armed. She also saw the red blood flowing from her mother.

Cao Xiong was helpless and pointed to the next bed: "She is good. She is asleep, don't quarrel with her. She will be fine tomorrow."

With this finger, he also just clearly saw the appearance of Cheng Yu. Can't say how beautiful, clear and beautiful. Emei eyes, pale, and a weak state.

Without a man, even a weak woman who can't live without it.

Cao Xiong entrusted the little girl to the care worker and left the hospital.

Therefore, his wife still wants to marry a woman like his wife. When he is busy, even when he is on the front line, only a woman like his wife can support a family and become a child's asylum. Cao Xiong thought about this on the road.

After a day, he had time to go to the hospital to visit Cheng. Although his car did not hit her, but considering the tragic situation of this woman, he prepared a sum of money as compensation.

On the road, listening to his guards, I knew that the woman’s situation was worse than he thought.

Her ex-husband sold the house and only gave her a one-time payment of 200,000 daughters. The house is the man’s pre-marriage property, and the woman has no choice. The new homeowners came to collect the house and asked them to move away as soon as possible. The woman was abandoned by her husband, and even the sheltered house was lost. This was desperate to seek death.

"What do you plan to do?" Cao Xiong ignored the "Do Not Smoke" sign in the hospital and asked for a cigarette.

The growth is very clear. Her parents have passed away and there are no other relatives. Husband should have been her loved one, but she abandoned her and other women in her twins when she was pregnant. Cao Xiong asked her what to do, but she did not know what to do.

She murmured, I don't know what to say. In the face of this powerful military uniform man, he stunned his head and his hands involuntarily grasped the thin bed of the bed. Because it is so hard that the fingers are thin, the knuckles are white.

Long hair fluffy and casually braided, hanging on one side of the shoulder. The sun penetrated the glass window and sprinkled on her. The edge of her cheek is as if it is clear.

Cao Xiong looked at the woman and took a sip of smoke.

When he was young, he never liked this kind of woman who had no idea and no ability, but at this moment, he swayed the heartstrings for the weak posture of Cheng Yu. Very strange.

He has always been killing and decisive, from tempting to making decisions, that is, the time of a cigarette.

"I have an old house that is still empty. I can lend it to you first. You will rest for two more days, and I will arrange for you to pick you up," he said.

"This..." is awkward, I want to say that this is not very good. She also instinctively felt that this is really not very good.

But Cao Xiong is not a man who can refuse. "Would you like to live? Where does the child live?" He is aggressive. "You must have a place to stay first. You are looking for a house. You must first raise your body!"

Chengyu abortion, according to what should be done Xiaoyuezi. As he said, it is to find a house and wait for the body to be well. Cheng Hao could not say anything to refuse. Even, this man is strong in arranging her whereabouts, so that the cold reality that has been brought in by it will oppress her, and finally she will breathe the oxygen-like feeling.

She can only hang her neck and say softly: "That... thank you..."

Her neck is long and white, and when she hangs down, it is a beautiful arc, and it is also a gesture of gentleness and weakness.

Cao Xiong was satisfied.

Cheng Hao still doesn't know that in the face of a man like Cao Xiong, when she can't refuse him, she has become his bag, caged bird.