My Husband, Warm The Bed

After sending Jian Ran off, Xiao Qinghe returned to the living room to sit.

He fixed his complicated gaze at a certain spot. After looking for a long time, he took a deep breath and fiercely punched the tea table. His eyes were filled with anger.

As a son, his father was severely injured, and he was sent to the outside world to live a life worse than death, yet he didn't know what the situation was at all.

If his father had not taken the initiative to find him, he would never have known that his father was still alive.

Back then, his father's figure was so tall and straight. Back then, his father's appearance was so high-spirited. At that time, his father was filled with righteousness ??

However, all these years, his father had lived in such a lowly and disgraceful ma

er ??

A man doesn't live like a man, a ghost doesn't live like a ghost ?? Even his son couldn't recognize him when he saw his father.

Thinking about how much his father had suffered all these years, Xiao Qinghe raised his hand and ruthlessly slapped his face. He hated himself for being so useless, his father had suffered all these years outside, but he could do nothing.

Not only was one slap not enough, Xiao Qinghe slapped himself twice, as if this could make his heart feel better.

After a long while, Xiao Qinghe finally got up and walked towards the study room.

Walking to the door of the study, he raised his hand to hold the door handle. Just as he was about to twist it, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. Only when he felt that he could face the people in the study with his usual attitude did he turn the handle of the door.

After opening the door, his gaze immediately fell on the study desk.

Sitting in front of his desk was a man with a head that was mostly white, and there were obvious burn marks on his face. The wounds on his face were so severe that it was almost impossible to recognize his original appearance.

Not only was his face burned, his back was also hunched. He was tall and thin, and he looked to be around eighty to ninety years old. It was as if he had experienced countless vicissitudes of life to become like this.

However, he was not even sixty years old, and the passage of time had left too many scars on his body, causing him to look as if he had aged several tens of years.

"Dad ??"

This one word was extremely simple, yet it took almost all the strength in Xiao Qinghe's body to shout out such a simple word.

His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and it took him a few seconds to blink.

Xiao Qinghe did not call him anymore, but walked to his side slowly, and looked at the computer screen on the desk.

In the display, it showed Jian Ran, every single one of her expressions and smiles, every single movement, were clearly played back.

When Jian Ran came, Xiao Qinghe had installed a surveillance camera in the living room. The goal was to record every single detail about her today so that whenever their father missed her, he would be able to look at her.

After accompanying Xiao Yuanfeng and watching for a long time, Xiao Qinghe endured the pain in his heart and tried to speak again: "Dad, you've already been watching for a long time, let's first stop and rest for a bit, can we watch again?"

"Of course she's my daughter ??" As if he didn't hear Xiao Qinghe's words, Xiao Yuanfeng pointed at Jian Ran who was on the display and laughed, "Look, her eyes look very much like her mother's, but her eyebrows look just like mine."

"Not only are your eyebrows like yours, they look like yours in many places." Xiao Qinghe laughed bitterly and spoke along with his father.

Jian Ran was born in the Jane Family, and grew up in the Jane Family. Their fathers, from the time Jian Ran was born to the time she disappeared, were unable to hug their child.

Towards this child, Xiao Yuanfeng did not watch her birth nor grow up with her. He was also born from someone he loved, and the mother and daughter had suffered so much over these years. Naturally, he doted on her a little more than he did on Xiao Qinghe.

As the two of them spoke, tears rolled down from the corners of Xiao Yuanfeng's eyes, drop by drop, blurring his vision.

He could not see Jian Ran clearly from the computer screen, but he could see very clearly in his heart that her daughter was similar to him in many ways.

"Dad, don't do this. You've returned to our side, and in the future, you will be able to see Ran Ran and me at any time. " Xiao Qinghe looked at his father. Every time he looked at his father's face, his heart would tighten.

Especially when he saw his father's tears, Xiao Qinghe could no longer hold it in. His rage surged like a flood, but he could not find any place to vent it.

Now that their father had become such a Shen Wenyuan, he was already dead. They couldn't possibly go and vent their anger towards Qin Xiaobao, who had nothing to do with what had happened all those years ago.

Xiao Yuanfeng didn't say anything, only his tears were overflowing, as if he was about to let the tears that he had endured for more than twenty years dry at this time.

"Dad ?? ??" Xiao Qinghe called out to his father. He wanted to persuade him not to cry, but she didn't know how.

The only daughter his father had always been thinking about was the one he had never held.

In the past few days, he could only glance at Jian Ran from afar as he called her and listened to her voice.

For him to be able to see his daughter at such a close distance and hear her voice and the excited mood of his father, Xiao Qinghe could understand.

"Of course ??" Xiao Yuanfeng wiped his tears, her hands trembling as he held them up to the computer screen, his palms pressing onto Jian Ran's face.

It was clearly an ice-cold computer display, but the moment it touched Jian Ran's face, Xiao Yuanfeng seemed to be able to feel Jian Ran's temperature.

"She is my daughter, she is my daughter, she is my daughter, she is my child ??"

He kept repeating these words, and each time he bit out a word, his lips trembled slightly.

"Father ??" Other than calling him father, Xiao Qinghe really did not know what else he could say.

In the past twenty or so years, his father had lived a dark life, and he wished that he could bear all of the hardships his father had gone through.

"Qing He, you sure you will recognize me as your father?" Xiao Yuanfeng withdrew his hand as if he was frightened, his hands covering his face, "No, no, no ?? I can't let her see me like this. I can't scare her. "

Xiao Qinghe threw himself forward and grabbed both of Xiao Yuanfeng's hands, then said heavily: "Dad, don't be like this. You heard it right? Of course you would say it, no matter what you turn into, you are still her father, and she will definitely not deny it. "

"No, I don't want to scare her. You must not let her know of my existence. " Xiao Yuanfeng looked around, pushed Xiao Qinghe aside and hid under the desk, "Don't let her find me, I don't want him to find me."

Xiao Qinghe knelt down and pulled Xiao Yuanfeng's hand, consoling him: "Father, Jian Ran is your biological daughter and my sister. I know her better than you do, she desperately wants family love."

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