Looking at his tearful daughter, whose eyes were swollen, fan Guoming was shocked and speechless.
He was stunned, and his lips trembled unconsciously. It took him about ten seconds to find his voice, "you You know that? Did your mother tell you that? "
"Well!"
Fan yingxuan nodded and couldn't help crying.
Fan Guoming finally came to his senses. He couldn't help raising his hand and touching her head. His tone was full of love. "Silly girl, because of this, you are crying like this? Although you are not born to your father, your father has always regarded you as his own, so it doesn't matter whether you are related by blood or not. "
"Dad, I Wu... "
Fan yingxuan actually wanted to tell him that it was not this reason that tormented her at all, but another truth that was hard to tell. Unfortunately, for some reason, when the words came to her mouth, her throat was like being held by a pair of invisible hands. No matter how hard she tried, she could not say them.
Fan Guoming didn't know what she was really thinking. He thought that she just couldn't accept the fact that they were not her own father and daughter. He couldn't help patting her on the shoulder again and continued to comfort her: "OK, OK, don't cry, cry again. Be careful to cry blind. It's not good for the health of the fetus."
"Wu..."
Of course, fan yingxuan didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it. She could not control her tears.
And the more fan Guoming comforted her, the more she cried. In the end, he had no choice but to hand her a paper towel. What's more, he didn't know what she was so sad about.
Fan yingxuan cried and went to sleep on the sofa.
Fan Guoming picked up the blanket and covered it for her. After pondering for a moment, he simply picked up his mobile phone and was ready to call Jiang Jingxiu.
He didn't keep Jiang Jingxiu's number before. It was the day Jiang Jingxiu left that he told him the number and asked him to contact him whenever he had anything. He agreed at that time.
Fan Guoming found a quiet place with his mobile phone, and then he pressed the dial key.
……
Fan yingxuan woke up in the evening.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned.
From the kitchen came the sound of cooking Zizi, faint, and the smell of food.
Fan yingxuan swallowed her saliva subconsciously, and her stomach growled.
Maybe it was because of the crying in the afternoon that the depression in her heart dissipated a lot. At this moment, she had an appetite inexplicably.
She raised her hand to touch her stomach. She sipped her lips and sat quietly for a while. Then she stood up slowly and walked steadily towards the kitchen.
The closer she got to the kitchen, the more attractive the smell was, and the more hungry she felt.
Fan Guoming is the chef, and Yu Yinxin is helping him. Yu Guang catches a glimpse of fan yingxuan coming in. She can't help grinning brightly, "Xuanxuan, wake up. Are you hungry? You can eat after washing your hands. "
Seeing Yu Yinxin, fan yingxuan couldn't help but wonder, "Gee, when did you come back?" The day after Jiang Jingxiu came to Australia, Yu Yinxin left for Hollywood. He didn't expect to come back so soon.
Yu Yinxin washed the last green vegetable and said with a smile: "an hour ago, I didn't expect to be able to eat my uncle's hand-made dish as soon as I came back. I'm so happy."
"Ha ha..."
Fan yingxuan smiles a little, and immediately falls her eyes on fan Guoming.
Fan Guoming just turned his head, deep eyes and her on.
"Dad..."
Fan yingxuan called him out and heard his serious voice: "Dad made your favorite braised fish tonight. After dinner, let's go home."
PS: good night.