With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu looked at the appraisal results, unable to recover for a long time.

biological father.

few words.

Dancing in front of her eyes.

She felt that she should be happy, and found Zebao's biological father, which could save Zebao's life.

But when he thought that Zebao would be involved with such a scumbag in the future, he felt depressed for a while.

Fu Hanyu gently held her hand and accompanied her quietly.

Until a long, long, long time later.

Song Yu took a deep breath of the somewhat cold air, feeling the coldness in his abdominal cavity, and looked at him seriously: "Fu Hanyu, I should be open and honest, and talk to Zebao about this issue."

No matter what happens next.

At least for now, Zebao's illness is cured.

"Well, I'll take you home." Fu Hanyu's hand couldn't help but tighten, and he could clearly feel her trembling body and the complicated emotions in her heart that were at war with heaven and man.

People can't choose their own origin and their parents.

But the path to take after birth can still be decided by oneself.

Zebao, so smart and sensible, will choose the most correct path.

Song Yu was tired and tired.

After arriving in the car, he fell asleep in Fu Hanyu's arms in a daze.

She had a dream.

in a dream.

Shadowy, as if covered by a thin layer of mist.

She stood at the door of the operating room, looking in through the window.

On the operating table, Zebao lay quietly, as if asleep.

The doctor who handles the knife is brother William, who has always been rigorous, and David is his assistant.

In the beginning, everything went well.

Can be sudden.

There was a flash of blood in front of her eyes, and the blurred mist suddenly turned into a blood mist.

She heard someone shouting.

She saw the pulsating lines on the ECG monitor suddenly slide down and become a straight line.

"Zebao!"

She let out a heart-wrenching exclamation, and suddenly sat up straight.

The car was just turning, and the speed was a little sharp.

Fu Hanyu didn't expect that she would wake up suddenly, and he didn't have time to prepare.

Her body slammed into the front seat following inertia.

Fu Hanyu's eyes suddenly tightened, and while he clasped her waist with one hand and pulled her into his arms, the other hand just blocked her forehead, helping her to buffer the inertia, so that her forehead hit his palm inside.

Song Yu's head rested in his palm, and tears fell one by one. The pain in her heart was still tearing at her nerves, leaving her in a kind of bewildered pain.

Fu Hanyu knew that she was having a nightmare, and he kept calling her, but she seemed to be caught in a nightmare, and she didn't wake up. She patted her back lightly in distress, and coaxed her softly: "Fish, it's a dream, it's okay." gone."

Song Yu sobbed softly, everything in the dream was so clear, he turned his head and hugged him tightly: "Fu Hanyu, I dreamed that something happened to Zebao."

"What happened to Zebao? You were too nervous." Fu Hanyu hugged her gently.

It was because she cared too much about Zebao, and because her impression of Qin Shui was too bad, that she had such a dream.

Song Yu hugged him and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat. After calming down for a long, long time, his mood gradually returned to normal, and he didn't think about what happened today.

Qin rate's identity.

What the six sons found was not much different from what Fu Hanyu gave her before.

Qin Shui's hair was pulled out by her own hands, and she took it for a paternity test. There was no fake hand, and she stared at it without blinking. There is absolutely no problem.

Where was it that made her feel uneasy?

Is it really what Fu Hanyu said, she was too nervous about Zebao, and Qin led that scumbag to be too irritating, so not a thing?

car.

All the way.

when we got home.

Song Yu held up an umbrella.

Fu Hanyu rolled the wheelchair and followed her.

The two had just entered the yard when they heard crying from inside the house.

There is also the roar of Lu Ci who has been tortured madly: "Ancestor, I call you ancestors, I kneel down for you, can you stop crying, I will take you to the grave tomorrow? Please let me go." !"

Song Yu originally wanted to rush in, but when he heard Lu Ci's voice, he didn't worry much, it was just a little more strange.

Fu Hanyu also frowned.

Obviously, both Zebao and Xunbao were crying.

These two little things, I have never seen them cry before, why did they suddenly start crying together, crying so sadly.

Lu Ciren was going crazy, he really knelt down, and just knelt down, he heard someone coming behind him, and when he turned his head, his eyes were spitting fire: "Song Yu, I don't care, your son, look at it yourself , the young master has had enough!"

Done.

Get up and go.

When he arrived at the door, he gave Fu Hanyu a vicious look, then backed away, and said to himself, "It's raining so heavily, I won't be going home today."

Then, angrily, he lay down on the sofa, folded his arms, and acted as a hands-off shopkeeper, waiting to watch the excitement.

Song Yu looked at the two, the little guy who was crying more and more sadly than the other, kicked Lu Ci: "What did you do?"

"What can I do? I'm going to show you the child, you bite Lu Dongbin?" Lu Ci was annoyed, pointing at the two young ones, and complained: "Fu Xun looked through the album, found his parents, and then told Ze Bao Talking about his parents, they started crying for some reason, and they cried together for half an hour, so you can coax yourself."

Song Yu gave him a blank look, and looked at the two little guys who were out of breath from crying and their eyes were swollen, one of them was hugged into his arms, and he coaxed distressedly: "Stop crying, stop crying! "

Song Ze hugged her, cried even harder, and his voice became hoarse: "Mum, uncles and aunts are really pitiful. They passed away at such a young age. I am so sad!"

He didn't know why, when he looked at the photo album with Fu Xun and saw the photos of his uncle and aunt, he felt very sad and his heart ached.

He doesn't like to cry.

Fu Xun must have infected him.

Fu Xun hugged the photo album, sniffed his nose, tears fell drop by drop, crying silently and quietly.

Two little guys.

Under Song Yu's comfort, he gradually stopped crying.

Song Ze wiped away his tears again, looked at her, and cried hoarsely: "Mommy, do you have something to tell me?"

Song Yu nodded, patted his little head, and said earnestly: "Zebao, you are no longer a one or two-year-old child, Mommy has something very important to tell you, you are ready ?"

Song Ze was serious and nodded his head seriously.

Fu Xun also sat up straight.

Lu Ci, who was lying on the sofa, his lower body was still lying on the sofa, but his upper body had already quietly moved over, getting ready to listen to important things.