C132

Chapter 132 - Meeting between father and daughter

After the security check, Mo Cheng went to get his luggage, while South Bridge sat in a café waiting. The rich aroma of coffee wafted up from his nose, and South Bridge calmed down a little.

Suddenly deciding to come to America, suddenly leaving with Mo Cheng, she didn't have the time to tell anyone about her time. In a foreign land, the surrounding buildings and people were all different. There were too many variables here …

About ten minutes later, Mo Cheng turned around and returned. With an apologetic look on his face, he said to Nanqiao, "You've waited too long. Let's go. There's a car waiting for us at the door."

Outside the door, there was indeed a black car waiting. Beside the car stood a blonde foreign foreigner. The South Bridge didn't say anything as it got into the car and left.

Mo Cheng first took the South Bridge to the Hilton Hotel, opened a suite to put the luggage in, and even prepaid money for the hotel to deliver three meals a day.

Mo Cheng grew up in the United States, which was half of his hometown, so he naturally had a place to stay. However, South Bridge was a single woman, so it was not convenient for a single man and woman.

Nanqiao pursed his lips, nodded, and softly said, "As a youngster, I understand."

With these words, the atmosphere became even more awkward. In fact, Mo Cheng was about the same age as Nanqiao, but they didn't talk much about it. Other than a few polite words, the only thing they could do was leave the scene, feeling extremely awkward.

Mo Cheng rubbed his nose and thought of something. He took out a bank card from his suit pocket. "If you usually go out, it will be very useful."

South Bridge's expression turned cold. Lowering his eyes, his gaze fell on those somewhat fair and clean face and said coldly in displeasure, "No need, I just got divorced. Someone gave me enough money, so I don't care!"

Mo Cheng knew he had said the wrong thing, so he lowered his head and did not say anything. After a long while, Nanqiao's tone also softened. After all, he was doing this out of goodwill, so he asked, "Where is he?"

Mo Cheng knew who she was referring to and replied, "Miss Nanqiao, the long journey is too tiring. Why don't we rest for a bit?"

"No need, take me to see him."

"Alright."

After restarting the car, the car stopped in front of a white building. The South Bridge raised its head and saw the name of the hospital written on the door. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of its mouth.

His mother had spent most of her life in the hospital, and now, the first time he met her father, was he supposed to be in this pale hospital?

Shaking his head and calming down, South Bridge restrained his expression, while Mo Cheng had already walked to the car door and opened it for her, acting very gentleman.

After walking through the long corridor, the South Bridge followed Mo Cheng, one in front and the other behind. Their pace was neither fast nor slow, but Mo Cheng knew that her heart wasn't as calm as she seemed on the surface.

After walking for a while, the two of them stopped in front of the door of a sickroom. Mo Cheng turned his head to look at the South Bridge, while the latter took a deep breath.

"He really wants to see you. South Bridge, go." Mo Cheng reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

Nanqiao's fingers clenched, loosened, and tightened again. He then twisted the doorknob, his heart beating very quickly. It felt like he was about to jump out of his chest.

This was the first time they had met!

The so-called biological father that he had never met!

Gritting his lower lip tightly, South Bridge lightly took a few steps forward, raised his eyes, and caught him off guard. Suddenly, the figure of a man entered his eyes.

The room was spacious, and at ten-thirty American time, sunlight shone through the French windows onto the body of the middle-aged man, casting a long shadow on the floor. The man was sitting in a wheelchair, standing against the light, his silhouette indistinct.

This was her biological father, Mo Shaohai.

Mo Cheng took two steps forward before lowering his head slightly and respectfully said, "Father."

Mo Shaohai didn't answer. His hair was a little white, and his head was raised 45 degrees. Looking at the sky, he said with an ancient voice, "Mo Cheng, today is a good day!"

His hands rested on the sides of the wheelchair. He turned skillfully, but it was clearly strenuous. The wheelchair rolled and his weak body slowly turned. Mo Shaobai looked up as he spoke, "It's been snowing for a long time, it's time for the weather to clear up."

Before he could finish his sentence, his gaze suddenly fell on South Bridge. With a single glance, his mind went blank and a slight pain started spreading from his heart to his whole body.

When he walked into the ward and saw his extremely weak father, he felt extremely moved. The man in front of him, his facial features, his facial features … he looked just like the man in front of him …

Before they had met, Nanqiao had imagined her father's appearance in her mind. She had hurt her brain, and she had also thought of denouncing him and telling her father how she and her mother had come all these years.

However, South Bridge didn't expect him to be so seriously ill with a face full of weariness. There was a layer of faint black under his eyes, and his perfect curved lips were completely devoid of blood. He was like a dying man.

"This is …" Mo Shaohai's lips trembled, he raised his hand, and his fingers trembled even more violently. "This is …"

Mo Cheng lowered his head and explained, "Father, she is South Bridge, your biological daughter."

An arc of light flashed across his eyes, the ecstasy quickly disappeared, and then, guilt and guilt filled his eyes. Mo Shaohai could not help but turn his face, with his hands covering his face, tears were already flowing down his cheeks.

"My daughter! My daughter!" A man in his forties, nearly fifty years old, sobbed silently in front of his two juniors. He sobbed, "South Bridge, I've let you down!"

The hands hanging by her side slowly tightened their grip, and South Bridge's body stiffened. Standing in the middle of the ward with her neck straightened, she didn't know how to respond to this unexpected relative.

They all cried together, but their hearts did not have too big of an emotional fluctuation. Nanqiao grinned. His wet tongue licked the corner of his mouth, expressionless.

The only ones left in the ward were Mo Shaohai's crying, confession, and guilt. Nan Qiao and Mo Cheng didn't say anything, allowing this weak middle-aged man to vent his emotions.

Mo Cheng took two steps forward and walked to the South Bridge. He lightly pushed the bridge and said, "Comfortable Father."

Nanqiao's hands were clenched tightly, and there was no trace of blood on his face. Did she hear Mo Cheng call Mo Shaohai his father just now? Then, what was the relationship between Mo Cheng and himself?

When she thought of this, South Bridge suddenly felt that her head was very big. She felt like she had suddenly gained a few relatives from someone who had lost her family, and now found it hard to accept.

The South Bridge didn't move. Mo Cheng understood what she was thinking, so he didn't insist, and the two just stood there quietly. When Mo Shaohai was done crying, they patted the place beside the bed and waved to South Bridge, "Daughter, come here, let daddy have a good look!"

Hearing this, Nanqiao spread his legs. Mo Cheng followed suit and was stopped by Mo Shaohai, "I asked my daughter to come here, I didn't let you!"

Pausing for a moment, Mo Shaohai reprimanded, "Who let you bring back the South Bridge on your own accord. Stand still!"

Mo Cheng: "…"

It was truly unfair. It was obvious that some old man had been yelling about wanting to see his daughter every day, otherwise it would have been too late when he died. Only then did he fly back and forth across the world to find the South Bridge.

Curling his lips, Mo Shaohai revealed a wronged expression. He thought, forget it, blood is thicker than family, let our family meet. Thus, Mo Cheng turned around and walked out of the room.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Nan Qiao braced himself and sat beside Mo Shaohai, not saying a word. His forehead was covered in sweat, and a few strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, making him look rather bedraggled.

Mo Shaohai raised his hand, gently covering the back of the South Bridge, "Child, you don't have to worry. I know you must have a lot of questions, I will slowly tell you."

South Bridge took a deep breath. Mo Shaohai's palms were a little rough, and felt the prickles on the back of his hands. South Bridge didn't like to be touched by strangers, but at this moment, a wonderful feeling rose up from the bottom of his heart.

It was truly magical. It was as if two unrelated roots had suddenly become entangled, causing the mysterious business to suddenly explode.

Nanqiao felt that, in truth, she did not disagree with this biological father of hers.

"Is Mo Cheng your son?" South Bridge gritted his teeth and asked his first question.

Son

Mo Shaohai's movement paused, he was a little dazed, and subconsciously answered, "I guess so."

Hearing this, South Bridge's tone suddenly became cold and displeased. "That year, you abandoned us, mother and daughter, and gave birth to a child with another woman. Then why did you call me here for!?"

When Mo Shaohai heard this, he realized that it was a misunderstanding. He quickly explained, "Mo Cheng is not my biological son, but my adopted foster son, Nan Qiao. All these years, I have never forgotten you and Feng Lan."

Mentioning Zhang Fenglan, Mo Shaohai looked out the door anxiously, "Nanqiao, why is it just you, where's your mother?"

mother

Nan Qiao's eyes were cold, and the curve of his lips was very cold. "You kept saying that you didn't forget Mother and I, but what have you been doing all these years? Why haven't you come to find us!? "Even a phone call or a letter!"

Mo Shaohai wasn't listening to her, he was still looking for Zhang Fenglan's figure. The South Bridge sneered and said coldly, "There's no need to look for her, Mother passed away a year ago!"

Hearing this, his body suddenly trembled. Mo Shaohai was not able to accept what he had heard, but the coldness on his face indirectly told him this undeniable fact!

Feng Lan, Zhang Fenglan's most beloved woman, had already left this world!

His mind was blank, and the buzzing sound seemed like it was going to explode in his ears. He kept repeating the words that came out of Nanqiao's mouth, cold and without any warmth.

In the next second, Mo Shaohai's eyes suddenly rolled back, and he fell towards the bed, fainting on the spot!

Nanqiao turned his head and saw Mo Shaohai's body as soft as a noodle. He panicked and rushed to the door to call Mo Cheng, telling him that Mo Shaohai fainted, then the two rushed to the doctor and nurse.