My Guardian Mr Bo

Although it was because of the man's first aid, but when he rushed over and cried and pushed her away to help the man, his heart was hit hard.

In fact.

But what the man said just now echoed in his mind.

Saying that the child was adopted, they obtained the certificate in order to be able to meet the conditions for adoption. He said that they have no such relationship.

But Rong Bei still feels heartache.

Even if they are not in that kind of relationship, Qin Shuangshuang's son is not, but she still has that kind of relationship in a certain name, isn't she his?

Doesn't she belong to him only! ?

Even in name, he would not allow it! ? But thinking about her words that he had scolded and humiliated her before, Rong Bei was annoyed and hated in his heart, but he was still unwilling.

She just deceived herself. She had never told herself such a big thing. She kept saying that she loved herself, but did she tell herself this? ? Can you blame him for all this!

It's just that Rong Bei thought about the ugly words he had scolded her before, and his expression was even more depressed!

When Rong Bei was struggling with resentment, he unknowingly walked back to the door of the ward.

Inside, he heard a faint crying, a small voice calling Daddy and Mommy.

Rong Bei felt a sudden pain in his heart for some reason.

Not only because the child's mummy was Qin Shuangshuang, but his daddy was not him, but also because of his sobbing inside, as if he was desperate, as if he was afraid of being abandoned and stocked.

It's like, a long time ago, he was locked in a small dark room, never seeing the sun, lonely and desperate...

Rong Bei slowly stretched out his hand and opened the door of the ward from the outside.

The little boy inside was pulling the door and leaning out with tears in his eyes.

He is still so young.

Wearing a checkered shirt and denim overalls, he was not as high as his thigh when he got out of it, and he had to raise his head even if he wanted to see himself.

Hang Hang's eyes were red, teary, soft and smooth black hair, white and beautiful face, all of a sudden he broke into Rong Bei's sight.

Xiao Hanghang was only three years old and Rong Bei was twenty-six years old.

The moment he opened the door, his eyes looked at each other, where Rong Bei had come into contact with such a child, and opened the door, but he was at a loss.

When Hang Hang saw him startled, he seemed a little scared, but when he saw him blocking the door to prevent himself from going out, he suddenly pressed his small mouth, holding back his tears and asked him, "Uncle, you saw my daddy. Where is Mommy?"

Rong Bei's lips moved, but he didn't know how to speak.

This little guy, is that girl, the adopted child?

He slowly squatted down on his slender body, looked at him up and down carefully, and then said: "From today, I am your Laozi."

Hang Hang was a little dazed, sobbed, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, Lao Tzu...what...?"

Rong Bei: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched faintly, and he took a deep breath. The strength of his hands wiped away the tears on his face like he didn't have a good grasp of strength. He explained to him seriously, "It's your daddy, I said, Lao Tzu You will be your father from now on, do you understand this time?"

As soon as these words came out, Hang Hang suddenly shook his head with tears in his small mouth, and said seriously, "Uncle I don't need, Hang Hang has his father."

Rong Bei: "..."

The heart was hit immediately.