"Mr. Su..."

"Mrs……"

"Mommy..."

Countless voices were rumbling in my ears.

It was like a window passing through it, lingering in my ears one after another.

But Su Nan fell into a coma of consciousness due to great sorrow.

She really wants to be strong and face everything.

But she dared not.

She was afraid it was true, and she was afraid that something happened to Shang Qian.

Then her life will lose its color forever.

I don't know how long it took.

The sound finally calmed down.

She seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Going to climb a mountain is like a dream, exciting and thrilling.

There were not so many dead people and screams, there was no earth shaking and thick fog that could not be seen at first sight.

...

In the darkness.

A doctor came in and out.

The man stood in front of the window with a straight figure, looking at the thick night outside, looking back at the woman who couldn't sleep well here, and suddenly his eyebrows were slightly frowned and he was a little worried.

He walked over and sat down, and looked at Su Nan's face patiently and carefully, every inch by inch, all of which were familiar.

He is both greedy and unwilling to accept it, but he is tolerant.

Who said love is let go?

Who said that time is the best medicine to cure everything?

He was not healed at all after being separated for so long, even if he tried his best to numb himself with his work, even if he told him that there would be dangers around him, and Su Nan would be in danger when he returned to him, and he should not be so selfish.

But whenever he is free, he can't help thinking.

Her mind is all about her.

Finally, he persuaded himself, forget it, just be happy, even if he looks at her from afar for the rest of his life, he should be more open-minded.

This is everything he can give her, and it is what she wants most.

He should respect her.

He could only secretly look at her when she was in a coma.

Don't dare to be open and upright.

Someone outside pushed the door and spoke in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person inside.

"Sir, Miss is awake."

"knew."

The man stood up in a low voice, his steps lighter, and walked out.

Su Nan lay there, frowning tightly.

Although I can't hear it clearly, could it be Shang Qian who was just talking?

He wasn't dead, he wasn't dead!

Joy suddenly surged into my heart.

Su Nan was in a coma and struggled hard, trying to wake up from her dream.

Fu Yechuan quietly went to the next room.

Looking at the little girl sitting on the pink princess bed, she was soft and glutinous, and beautiful, she was carved from the same mold as Su Nan.

When people see it, they feel that the world is as beautiful as bubbles.

She blinked her big eyes and looked at the uncle who suddenly appeared, pursing her lips:

"Who are you?"

Fu Yechuan's facial features softened, and he gently knelt in front of the bed, smiling at her:

"We've seen it, tell me, when you were young, you hit me in the club. Do you still remember?"

Tell me, the child frowned and recalled his brief life very hard, and finally shook his head:

"I don't remember."

Fu Yechuan smiled. He really liked it the more he looked at it.

Talking about the children's frown and smile makes people feel weird and no one doesn't like such a girl.

He spoke softly:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't remember. You were too young at that time, and I will remember from now on. I am your mother's good friend."

Tell me about the child's serious doubts:

"But my mommy never mentioned you, nor did my daddy. If you were her good friend, how could you never go to our house to play?"

Fu Yechuan's face froze and he smiled:

"Because my uncle was very busy before, he was abroad."

Tell me that the child is obviously not interested in his affairs.

She looked around at the strange environment before she could speak:

"Where is Daddy and Mommy? And Xiao Yuer?"

Fu Yechuan pursed his lips and looked at her with a serious tone:

"You have to be taken away by two assistants, but he is fine.

Your mom fainted and had to rest here. I think you should be with your mom, so I brought you here. What do you think?"

Tell me, the child really couldn't understand his twists and turns, and pursed his lips, a little anxious:

"I'm going to see my mommy."

She said, trying to slide off the bed.

As a result, it was blocked by Fu Yechuan:

"She hasn't woken up yet and can't be disturbed. If you need anything, you can ask the servant for it."

"I want daddy!"

Tell me, the kids are talking brittle.

Fu Yechuan's face tightened, and his eyes flashed with unknown emotions:

"Your daddy won't come back, he's dead."

Tell me, the child blinked, but she didn't understand what death means.

She rolled her eyes and wanted to find her mommy.

I don't want to talk to this weird uncle anymore.

She thought, curled her lips and lifted the quilt upwards:

"I'm going to sleep..."

Fu Yechuan nodded: "You go to bed."

He didn't expect this kid to have such a good temper and is really sensible.

I'm afraid I'll cry secretly in the quilt.

It's so pitiful.

But it's not pitiful. Shang Qian is dead, but he is still there. He is willing to be good to them and their daughter.

Fu Yechuan just stood up and left the room.

Tell me, the child stuck out his butt and slid down along, steadily on the ground.

She ran out carefully, without wearing shoes, so there was no sound.

Seeing Fu Yechuan enter the room next to her, she took the lead in getting into the crack in the door.

"Mommy..."

She shouted loudly.
To be continued...