beauty should be like this

Being an actor is not an easy job. A man like Wen Mu who values ​​movies more than himself, of course, has suffered a lot for this. Sufferings such as injuries and hospitalizations are not news for a long time.

But this time, the situation of seeing blood because of fighting with the bad guys is still getting more and more mysterious, so that people from all walks of life come to visit and gossip in the hospital every day, and the inside and outside of the ward are also surrounded by over-enthusiastic flowers and people. The piles of presents became a conspicuous sight.

When Wen Qianyu finally had the strength to get up to see his father, Wen Mu was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed.

The deep spring light of Paris shines on that handsome face through the glass, and there are faint traces in the corners of the eyes.

People in their 40s will inevitably start to age.

Even though those magazines say that he is not an old man, it is all flattery from outsiders.

Wen Qianyu sat in the wheelchair and watched for a while, then took out his mobile phone to stare at the video his father posted on the Internet when he disappeared.

In the video, Wen Mu is anxious and sincere, asking everyone to find his son's trace and saying that he is willing to pay any price to bring him back.

at any cost...

Even Wen Qianyu couldn't clearly know whether he would have such determination if something happened to Wen Mu, but when he saw his father going into the room with explosives, he seemed to resist instinctively.

Is this probably the nature of blood?

During the time when he was distracted and meditating, Wen Mu opened his eyes without knowing it. He smiled slightly, and supported his body with his wrist still wrapped in gauze, "Why don't you lie down properly?"

Wen Qianyu frowned: "How are your hands?"

Wen Mu replied: "It's okay."

"Why are you so impulsive? The nurse said that the tendons were cut, which is very serious. Let alone filming, what if life becomes inconvenient in the future?" Wen Qianyu shouted excitedly, and immediately covered her aching abdomen.

Wen Mu showed a hint of worry, and then said seriously: "When faced with that situation, any father would make such a choice, how can it be said to be impulsive?"

The air in the ward was cold and clear.

Regarding family affection, Wen Qianyu has buried too many words in his heart, maybe it should not be said to be buried, but to be buried.

He didn't want to show his heart to his father at all before, but now he couldn't help asking: "Why? You never got close to me, never liked me, why did you gradually change now?"

"I..." Wen Mu raised his zongzi-like hand, then put it down slumpedly: "I would like to ask your forgiveness, it is not indifferent to me to become a father before the age of 20... In the past many years, I was always avoiding this reality, until I figured out a lot of truths as I got older, and then I realized that what I did was so unfair to you."

Wen Qianyu bowed her head in silence, her expression extremely complicated.

"If I could do it all over again, I would keep you by my side, give you a good education, and keep you from being alone. I would accept the iron fact that I care for you, and I would cherish the fact that we have become relatives in this life. Fate." Wen Mu smiled wryly: "But in reality, how can there be a new start? I understand that everything I do in the past few years is to disturb you. You have someone to accompany you, and you have long been used to not having a father. Life."

Wen Qianyu finally spoke, pouted slightly, and admitted: "Yes, I have never learned to get used to your presence."

"Can I try it?" Wen Mu asked.

Qianqian can't seem to find a suitable answer.

Wen Mu is not an aggressive character, so he smiled lightly: "Don't force it, I want a real reaction more than begging for perfection... But if there is anything I can help you, please tell me, Struggle For such a large part of my life, I should let my children live easily and happily."

"I don't need you to do anything, there is only one thing, if you want." Wen Qianyu raised her head.

Wen Mu smiled: "What?"

Wen Qianyu said: "Don't bother to care about me. It's just that everyone says you are considerate. Can you understand me with your heart and treat me as a complete person, not an appendage of your life?"

Hearing this, Wen Mu tilted his head and silently stared at his son for two seconds, as if seeing his young self.

After a while, he smiled in the spring light: "Okay."

-

Due to visa issues, Zuo Yu was unable to stay in France for a longer period of time. After repeated entanglements, he could only board the plane to Beijing with the little beauty whose wound had not healed.

Wearing loose clothes, Wen Qianyu looked tired after sitting on the seat. After sighing, she hugged the small pillow and stopped moving.

"It will take more than ten hours, tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable." Zuo Yu instructed.

"I'm not that delicate!" Wen Qianyu stared.

Zuo Yu nodded noncommittally.

"I remember that when you were in the hospital, you asked me to secretly drive you to discuss business, but the wound opened that day." Wen Qianyu turned to smile: "It's been so long."

"Yes." Zuo Yu also sat down, started to help each other fasten their seat belts, and then asked, "You are in such a hurry to return to China, didn't your father say anything?"

Wen Qianyu shook her head: "I told him that I don't seem to have the desire to become famous, and he seemed to understand... Besides, what's the matter with him?"

"Take your word for it." Zuo Yu smiled: "The only luck this time is that the relationship between you two has improved a lot."

"Isn't it lucky for you that I'm going back to Beijing? It seems that you don't want to be close to me at all." Wen Qianyu turned her head immediately.

Zuo Yu said, "Because I don't think you've ever stayed away from me."

Wen Qianyu slowly tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder: "Suddenly resigning is my waywardness. Fortunately, the company understands me and doesn't hold me accountable... Maybe I will regret it in the future, and I always feel sorry for your support. .”

"Didn't it be okay to talk about this? I'm sorry for being injured. I wanted to ask you to rest for a while. We are going to develop our careers, not to die." Zuo Yu was annoyed.

Wen Qianyu closed her eyes and smiled.

Zuo Yu instructed: "But don't tell my mother too many scary things. She has a lot of things on her mind. Not only is she thinking endlessly, but she will also make you collapse."

"Understood, I'm not a fool." Wen Qianyu murmured in agreement.

The blood on the little beauty's face has not completely faded. It must have been beaten badly at the time. Zuo Yu peeked depressed, then held his hand tightly, and looked out the window at the busy airport. Nostalgia.

-

Yang Rong's reaction was exactly as her son expected.

She had already tidied up the room, bought supplements, stewed herbal chicken soup, hurriedly put Qianqian on the bed with Zuo Yu, looked at this scarred boy and sighed: "Oh my God, how could there be such a cruel man in the world?" people?"

Wen Qianyu didn't know how to get along with women of her mother's age at all, and comforted her with a dry smile: "It's not that serious, don't worry..."

"I want to see, don't leave this country, the law and order is too bad." Yang Rong complained, "Every time I go to Europe, I meet thieves, but now there are even kidnappers!"

Zuo Yu persuaded helplessly from the side: "Mom, please stop talking a few words and let him rest."

"I didn't let you, I help you to drink the soup before going to bed, how can you go hungry?" Yang Rong is not a woman who is good at working, and the posture of turning around to pack her clothes is also very unfamiliar, muttering: "It's no good to be a star." Yes, people are crazy now...you have to be careful when you go out."

Zuo Yu was originally shocked by Qianqian's suffering, but when he heard the words, he leaned against the door and laughed suddenly: "Then you, the in-laws of celebrities, have to be careful too."

"What else can you do but talk nonsense! Hurry up and get the soup!" Yang Rong scolded.

Zuo Yu snorted, but obediently disappeared.

Yang Rong turned around to comfort Wen Qianyu: "Get a good night's sleep first to beat the jet lag. I'll call a doctor I know to come and see you for you tomorrow. Don't be afraid of anything when you get home."

Family.

Hearing that the unfamiliar woman said this word to him, Wen Qianyu's nose felt a little sore for no reason. He supported the quilt and laughed, and said in a low voice, "I'm causing you trouble again. I'll get better soon."

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