Chapter 262 It's Good to Make Him Hate Me

Chapter 262 it's good to make him hate me.

Wei rongqing woke up from the operation and was officially out of danger. Shu Yuan was always around, and Shu Wei was the same as usual, sending Little bun to and from work.

At 4: 30 in the afternoon, the entrance to the kindergarten was still noisy.

Little bun hopped to the iron door with his schoolbag printed with optimus prime on his back.

Her round eyes rolled and she saw Shu Wei standing not far away. He immediately narrowed his eyes, a flash of excitement in his clear eyes.

"Mommy!"

Little bun held Shu Wei in her arms and looked around with her head tilted. After a short while, the light in her eyes suddenly dimmed, "Mommy, is daddy still not here?"

"Young master, Mr. Gu is too busy to come over. He told me to take you to the taekwondo arena, so you have a professional teacher to teach you."

Wang Sili looked at Little bun from behind with a smile all over his face.

Unfortunately, a certain steamed bun didn't buy it.

Her fleshy cheeks turned to the side, and her eyes, which were just shining, suddenly bulged up and glared at Wang Sili, "I want daddy to teach me. He promised me!"

Wang Sili was sweating profusely, "Mr. Gu has been really busy lately. There's no time."

"Daddy doesn't keep his word."

Little bun's mouth shrunk and her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry out.

Wang Sili had no choice but to ask shu wei for help and looked at her pitifully, "Madam, would you like to persuade the young master?"

"Advice?" Shu wei snorted, "Why should I help him persuade and coax him? Can't he promise to let me clean up the mess? Let him coax himself."

The man had disappeared for two days.

Last night, when Little bun couldn't see her father, he started to make trouble for her. Even more so, he stayed where he was and was not allowed to leave.

Wang Sili quickly picked Little bun up and comforted him. But no matter what he said, Little bun's face didn't get any better.

He couldn't see Gu Xinyan now, and he wouldn't stop no matter what. Because from that day on, that man just disappeared.

For two days in a row, he didn't even call.

Little bun wanted to look for him, but it was only after two days that Shu Wei coaxed and comforted him.

Now, I don't know what happened.

"Is he really not here?" Shu Wei had already tried, and most of the parents who came to pick up the children left, and there were only two or three people on the road.

There was no one she wanted to see.

Wang Sili shook his head, "At this time, he should be at the New forest."

A man was locked in the house, and no one was allowed to enter or touch his things.

None of them knew what Gu Xinyan had done inside, but occasionally, they saw him carry bags of things in.

Now the man had locked himself in his room, buried himself on the table, and wondered what was going on.

Next to it was a complete set of toys and clothes.

He did not know what else he could do so far, and could only do his best to bring up that the mother and son had arranged everything properly.

For example, Little bun's birthday present before he became an adult.

The only thing Wang Sili knew was, "He booked a bentley 13 years later and the house that Wangcheng building is developing."

"Thirteen years later?"

The number was so sensitive that Shu Wei had to work hard to figure out what it meant.

"Yes, it's the young master's coming of age ceremony."

Shu Wei clenched her fists and pinched her palms with her sharp nails, which she could only use to keep herself calm or she would have rushed over and beat the man up.

He's too shameless!

Little bun made a scene for a long time and cried for a long time. When she was tired, she simply hugged Shu Wei's thigh and sobbed pitifully.

"Did daddy really stop teaching Nian Nian?"

He really liked that.

Shu Wei's heart was sour, and the sudden surge of emotions made her feel a little uncomfortable. She could only pick Little bun up and walk back to the car, "Let's go. If your father doesn't teach, we'll learn from other teachers."

She looked out the window at the teary corners of Little bun's eyes. He had made up his mind long ago.

Little bun didn't learn taekwondo, so he fell asleep in the car. Her tiny body was curled up in a ball, in Shu Wei's arms.

He was like a little snail, burying his body and head in a shell, refusing to be touched by anyone other than Shu Wei.

The car stopped at the door and Shu Wei picked Little bun up.

The bright light startled the sleeping child.

"Are you home?"

"Well, how about Nian Nian get up for dinner? I'll sleep later."

Little bun rubbed his eyes and got up. He was relieved to see that it was his home. But the next moment, he began to look around the room.

After a full circle, Little bun returned to the living room in disappointment and sat down on the sofa. Not moving.

His father's still not here.

Shu Wei knew what Little bun was thinking, so he squatted down and looked straight at him, "Nian Nian, do you want daddy?"

As her slender fingertips fell on the zipper at the corner of Little bun's dress, Shu Wei occasionally raised her eyes and looked straight into his eyes.

No one knew what she was thinking, but Little bun, who had always been a good girl, naturally nodded hard, "Yes."

Shu wei nodded, turned on her phone and dialed the top name.

"Yao Baobei said that Nian Nian's father was very handsome. In fact, Nian Nian didn't need his father to be handsome, as long as he was with Nian Nian."

"But daddy said he was coming. Why didn't he come? Why didn't he come?"

Little bun was angry. Everyone knew that he didn't have a father in his home abroad. Some of the children around him were just like him.

He didn't think anything was wrong.

But on this side, even yao Bao Bei found her father, but Nian Nian didn't.

On the other end of the phone, the man suddenly stiffened. Listening to the crisp voice coming from the phone, he was stunned for a moment.

Looking down at the note on her phone, she could guess that Shu Wei was calling on purpose. Was she trying to force him in this way?

However, the more she did this, the more Gu Xinyan dared not change.

It was good for him to leave like this, not to disturb anyone, otherwise, they would only be more painful.

It took Shu Wei a long time to coax Little bun. He was usually very obedient, but now because his father did not keep his promise, he kept playing all night.

He never hung up the phone and stayed by the side.

It wasn't until the voice on the phone was clear that Shu Wei was trying to make Little bun laugh.

The child did not speak and occasionally groaned, not only crying but also suffering.

Gu Xinyan only felt that such a voice had stirred his heart. Like a thin rain, a little bit of erosion of the human heart.

"Mommy, it hurts here."

Little bun acted coquettishly, and Gu Xinyan's heart suddenly rose.

"Headache? Mommy will take a look at what's wrong with you."

"Here."

Headache?

Gu Xinyan put down the thing in his hand and suddenly remembered that Little bun had been catching a cold these days. It was probably caused by a cold.

But shu wei never picked up her phone and just threw it on the ground. She didn't know if it was deliberately shown to him or if she forgot about it at all.

A few minutes later, the thermometer dropped and Shu Wei exclaimed, "38, Nian Nian has a fever."

"Eh? No wonder it hurts."

Her heart ached. She rubbed Little bun's hand and let him lean on the sofa. He lowered his eyes and hung up the phone.

"Dudu, dudu." He could no longer hear the mother and son. Instead of relaxing, he felt even more depressed and uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, he couldn't help but take out his cell phone and call back. It rang for a long time and no one answered.

When he was about to give up, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, "What else are you calling for?"

Shu Wei's inexplicable anger puzzled Gu Xinyan.

He frowned and a light fell from his head, leaving a shadow under his high nose. Because of Shu Wei's words, he finally stood up and stood in front of the window in the dark, silent.

After a while, his thin lips parted, "How's Nian Nian?"

He was worried about Little bun's fever.

"At the hospital."

Shu Wei dropped a few words and stopped talking.

She did not know what effect these three short words could have on a man. She was not even sure if he would come.

Late at night, Little bun fell asleep with an iv drip.

She hugged Little bun and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in her ear. Someone was talking to the nurse. Her voice was low and deep. It sounded nice and reassuring.

A few minutes later, the weight on her body suddenly lightened.

Shu Wei overheard Little bun's groan in a daze and subconsciously reached out to touch him. But suddenly, a pair of warm palms held hers.

Bit by bit, bit by bit...

"I'll hold it for you."

She opened her eyes and looked into the man's deep eyes.

Under the light, the occasional flicker of a dim color always made people feel at ease.

Shu Wei let go of his hand and asked him to carry Little bun back.

Once his father touched his arms, Little bun shrank into his body. After a long time, he found the most comfortable position to lean on.

"I haven't eaten anything tonight, have I? Eat some first."

He took the packaged food, porridge and fruit with a meaty aroma, and straight dishes that were steamed sweet and soft.

Shu Wei protested and took it with a red face.

She pursed her lips, her lips tinged with a hint of business, and occasionally casually said, "I thought you wouldn't come."

"If you only say it's in the hospital, how can I rest assured?"

It was late at night, and hospitals called to look for it. Later on, they thought that they had made a mistake in their hurry. Nian Nian had a fever. Of course, she chose the nearest hospital.

Shu Wei's heart was a little unclear, and he waited for a long time before slowly saying, "Since you are so worried, why don't you contact us?"

"Do you think we will forgive you if you hide and wait to die? The more that happens, the more Nian Nian remembers things, the more he'll hate you."

He was speechless, his voice stuck in his throat. It was like a thorn.

The atmosphere in the room was particularly gloomy, occasionally mixed with a little noise, but it did not affect.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. It was only when he felt that he could no longer face the bright and clear eyes that he finally opened his thin lips, "It's better to have a long pain than a short one. It's better to make him hate me."