"I don't know him" made Aunt Wang speechless. No matter how many doubts she had, she couldn't ask any more questions.
Nangong leisurely walked to the study window, looking down at the alley not far from home through the half-closed curtains - the alley that should have been dark, but with dim light, a car could be vaguely seen.
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Has Qin Qiaotian not left there yet?
Are you reluctant to let go of her, or someone who looks like Tong Yao?
Nangong You smiled bitterly, shook his head and forced himself to look away - don't think about it anymore! Just let the past happen as if it were nothing, and pretend they had never met.
Nangong Xingzhen rushed back, it was already the next morning
After parking the car and entering the garage, he got out of the car and entered the house with a cold face. The thin sweat on his palms betrayed the fact that he was excited! After all, his daughter was finally back safe and sound... It was not easy!
When he opened the door and entered the house, Nangong You happened to come down from upstairs after washing up. The two of them bumped into each other at the corner of the stairs.
Last night, she felt sleepy. The mixture of joy and sorrow made her feel confused.
"Finally you know you're back?" Nangong Xingzhen snorted coldly, but looked at Nangong You up and down to make sure she was unharmed. At this moment, he pretended to be a strict father, but kept silent about the unpleasant things in the past.
Originally, this posture was "strict father vs. scoundrel girl", which was bound to lead to another big quarrel, but just when Nangong Xingzhen thought that Nangong You would fall out, she actually smiled and called out softly: "
dad"
Nangong Xingzhen was stunned immediately!
"Dad..." Thousands of words were left unsaid. Nangong You couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He stepped forward and hugged Nangong Xingzhen's neck, burying his little face in it.
There were obvious wet marks on his neck. Nangong Xingzhen suddenly panicked: "What's wrong? It was my father's fault last time. You..." Stop crying!
Ever since he was little, he has experienced all kinds of fights and fights, but she was the only one who cried...which made him at a loss.
She buried herself in his neck and sobbed silently, wanting to pour out the grievances she had suffered these days, but she swallowed the words when they reached her lips, and just repeated over and over again in a hoarse voice: "Dad, I have no sense of smell..."
"Not only that, she doesn't have Qin Qiaotian anymore..."
Of course, it was impossible for her to say the second half of the sentence
"Smell? Smell..." Nangong Xingzhen's body also stiffened - although she was rebellious and insisted on learning an unpopular profession like perfumer, it was still her favorite profession after all! If she didn't have the sense of smell...
It’s like a dream with broken wings!
"It will recover, it will recover..." He comforted her softly over and over again, "You like to make various flavors, so daddy will send you to Paris? Maybe if you meet those professionals, you can recover? Or those
Professionals also have similar experiences, maybe, maybe..."
He comforted her incoherently, with an anxious look on his face, which made Nangong Youye finally burst into tears and laughed: She had never seen such a father! A father who was at a loss because he cared about her!
It turns out that father's love has always been there, what is missing is just a pair of eyes to discover father's love
"Okay, wipe your face clean. Since you're awake, we'll have breakfast together later." Nangong Xingzhen patted her shoulder and warned her with a smile.
Life seemed to be returning to peace, but unexpectedly, a miracle came that day——
breakfast
Aunt Wang cooked pumpkin porridge, which tasted light and refreshing. The aroma of pumpkin wafted in the air, making people's appetites increase.
"Eat one more bowl!" Nangong Xingzhen fawningly took a bowl to serve her porridge, and praised her while scooping it with a spoon, "Today's porridge is particularly fragrant, it's all..."
Halfway through the words, he suddenly fell silent! As if he had mentioned a sensitive word, his face suddenly became embarrassed. He did not forget that she had lost her sense of smell, how could she smell the fragrance of pumpkin porridge?
"It's okay, Dad." Nangong You took the small bowl from his hand, smiled at him reassuringly, and wanted to lower her head to drink the porridge. A burst of smoke came over, and she seemed to really smell the fragrance of pumpkin between her nostrils.
Nangong You couldn't help but stiffen, and after a second, she suddenly lowered her head and leaned on the edge of the bowl to smell the faint smell! Was the pumpkin scent just now her imagination or her sense of smell?
"What's wrong?" Nangong Xingzhen looked over with concern, with a worried look on his face, "Is it...can't smell it or..." Halfway through, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"I..." After sniffing, when the faint scent of pumpkin flooded into his nostrils again, Nangong You finally turned to Nangong Xingzhen happily, "I seem... to have recovered somewhat!"
She remembered that the psychiatrist said that the root cause of her illness was family pressure. Could it be that she regained her sense of smell because she felt the warmth of her family? Is it really a psychological loss of smell this time?
"Recovered...recovered?!" Nangong Xingzhen looked excited and dropped the dishes in his hands. Even though he had not slept all night, he insisted on sending her to the hospital for a check-up.
He still believes that the hospital can cure her "illness"
The two of them went to the central hospital together. Unexpectedly, when they were in the waiting area after registering, they bumped into...