Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 392 391 Dream He will be a loving father

From four o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Fu spent this long time counting the seconds.

When Mrs. Fu was pushed into the intensive care unit, he felt as if he had passed through water.

His whole body was soaked with sweat.

When Wu Jiangbai hurried over, he saw Fu Xiting sitting on the bench outside the ward, looking as decadent as if he had just experienced a catastrophe.

He came closer and called Fu Dong softly.

Fu Xiting's tired eyes fell on him, his eyes were scarlet and tired, like a lion that hadn't slept for several nights.

"Shiyue has been controlled by the police."

When Fu Xiting heard the word "shiyue", he felt regretful in his heart.

If he had known that this would happen, he should not have sent her abroad in the first place, but should have let her follow that bitch man to find her eighteenth generation ancestor.

But now it was too late to regret: "Let her live."

There are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death. Letting Shiyue die is simply too easy for her. Whatever pain his wife suffered, he will definitely take it back twice as much from Shiyue.

Touching his wife and children is a crime worthy of death!

"Madam?" Wu Jiangbai guessed that Jiang Yi's current situation might not be very good, but he couldn't help but ask.

The word "ma'am" came out.

Suxin, who was waiting on the side, looked at him and slowly shook her head.

Tell him not to ask.

In the early morning of that day, Jiang Yi woke up from a coma under the double layer of pain after childbirth and surgery.

The caesarean section wound and the stab wound were not far apart, and the tearing sensation after the anesthesia wore off seemed to tear her soul apart.

She lay on the bed, staring helplessly at the ceiling.

I think of what Fu Xiting said in his speech at Capital University in 2008: Pain is the only way to grow.

At that time, she felt that Fu Dong's literature on youth pain was like the footbindings of women in the old society. Although it existed, it had no meaning.

But now, this sentence suddenly flashed in her mind.

Suddenly it felt like it made sense.

How could she change from the role of a wife to the role of a mother without experiencing this pain?

The only way to go is indeed the only way to go.

She woke up.

I vaguely remember meeting Fu Xiting before I fell into coma.

She opened her mouth to speak, but found that the sound she could make was extremely weak. The oxygen mask was placed on her face, and all her words turned into stammers.

She woke up once and fell asleep again.

It wasn't until the next day that the doctor made rounds and she was woken up by the sound of voices.

The long eyelashes trembled.

The eyes dispersed and then came together, and then came together and dispersed.

She vaguely heard someone calling her softly.

She struggled to wake up, and what caught her eye was Fu Xiting wearing an isolation suit.

The moment he saw Jiang Yi wake up, the blood in the man's body seemed to have stopped halfway, and the tears in his eyes fell unconsciously. He murmured frequently: "Thank God, thank God."

"Where's the baby?" Compared with Fu Xiting's murmur, her weak voice was like the moan of a mosquito.

But Mr. Fu understands.

This is his lover, how could he not know what she wants to ask at this moment: "My daughter, she is white and fat, very cute."

Mr. Fu said, took out his mobile phone and showed the photo to her.

This photo was sent to him by Yi Tian before he came in.

Not only were there photos of the baby, but they also recorded the crying, trying to get Jiang Yi to listen.

Jiang Yi was speechless and blinked. In the blink of an eye, tears started to flow down.

Life! It can’t be too bad.

In the intensive care unit that day, the couple cried together.

The two cried silently, and the scene moved the world.

The doctors and nurses on the side couldn't bear to watch, and slowly turned around and looked away from the two of them.

The doctor next to him glanced at the little nurse and saw her lowering her head and sniffing, feeling quite mixed in her heart.

Who says there is no love in this world?

Just because you don't have it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Mr. Fu is devoted to his lover, and the little one is lucky to have Yi Tian.

Jiang Yi was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward three days later.

Chinese people attach great importance to confinement. If you don't do it well during confinement, you will suffer from all kinds of strange symptoms.

During Mrs. Fu's pregnancy, Mr. Fu had many experiences with others. Hearing those people talk about the root causes of the disease caused by confinement scared him into a cold sweat.

He had imagined thousands of possibilities that would happen to Jiang Yi during confinement, but he never imagined that it would be this one.

This is not confinement, this is recuperation.

In the ward, the little guy was basking in the sun by the window.

Jiang Yi was exhausted from the intensive care unit and took a nap.

When I woke up, I saw Yi Tian teaching Fu Xiting how to hold a child.

It's small, like a glutinous rice dumpling, and Mr. Fu feels it's a little hot to touch.

It was mid-October when Jiang Yi returned to Yuyuan from the hospital, and most of her confinement period had passed.

The first thing he did when he returned to Yu Garden was that Mr. Fu arranged for a nanny and a confinement nanny to take care of the little one.

With new injuries on his body and worries in his heart, Jiang Yi often couldn't sleep well at night.

Seeing him tossing and turning, he stood up carefully.

He walked to the baby's room softly, holding on to the wall.

Seeing Jiang Yi come in, Yuesao was so frightened that she woke up from her dream.

Jiang Yi was quite embarrassed and told her to sleep.

"The baby is very well-behaved. He usually goes to bed after eating."

Fu Xiting is very particular about his private life, and the person who takes care of his children must be clean. The reason why the nanny in front of him is here must have been carefully selected.

She is very clean, very experienced, and good at taking care of children. This is Jiang Yi's initial impression of her.

She leaned over and touched the little guy's soft face. The confinement sister-in-law had the insight to pull the chair aside for Jiang Yi to sit down.

Jiang Yi slowly leaned over and sat beside the cradle, looking at the sleeping little guy. The restlessness and sleeplessness in her heart were suddenly suppressed. She suddenly felt that the life at this moment was the real peace and tranquility of the years.

The running around in the previous life and the revenge in this life are no longer important.

This child brought a new chapter to her life.

The confinement sister-in-law looked at the mistress sitting next to the cradle in a white dress.

Her long hair is spread behind her head, and her whole person is quiet and graceful.

My body was a little swollen after giving birth.

Looking from a distance, it looks more noble.

She rarely saw the hostess in this luxurious and spectacular villa, but every time she saw her, she would be accompanied by the male host. He stood beside her not far away, sometimes chatting, sometimes supporting her,

Hold her sometimes.

The pity is almost overflowing.

She heard from the housekeeper that the husband loved his wife very much.

It is not the love in ordinary words, but the love that has gone deep into the bone marrow through the hardships of life and death.

She asked Suxin, would she not love her?

Suxin asked her: Have you heard the story of Quanling? When one spouse dies, the other spouse will die. Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu are both people who have experienced life and death. They know life and death, but they still choose to love.

For them, love is not love, but faith.

Late at night, Mr. Fu had another dream. In the dream, he stood in the fog, unable to see Jiang Yi, his daughter, or everyone around him. He was alone and shouting into the empty environment.

Suddenly, the fog cleared and it was dawn.

He stood in the crowd like a lost antelope.

In an instant, the man woke up from his dream.

See the door of the room wide open.

A cry of urgency, panic, and panic rang out.

The sound spread from the corridor to the nursery.

The little guy on the crib trembled with fright, and then burst into tears.

Mr. Fu came looking for the voice. When he saw Jiang Yi reaching out to hug the child, he walked over and stopped her: "I'll come, your wound is not healed yet."

The man skillfully picked up the child and comforted him gently: "Be good, daddy is not good, I scared you."

"Be good, go to sleep!"

Fu Xiting is very gentle, and Jiang Yi has always known that he was completely different when he was a husband and when he was a father.

The former is a bit harsh, but for her daughter, even though her focus is not on her children during this period, she still loves her.

"Mr. Fu, I am very worried that you will become a loving father in the future."

While Mr. Fu was coaxing the child, he asked his lover: "Isn't it appropriate?"

"That's inappropriate," Mrs. Fu shook her head gently: "A girl must cultivate her independence, otherwise she won't be able to take care of herself in the future."

Mr. Fu laughed, leaned over and kissed his daughter's forehead: "I work hard to make money so that my child can use the money to hire people who work hard to reach the top to serve her."

"Baby, do you want your daughter to follow our old path?"

Jiang Yi was silent.

Of course she didn't want to, but she didn't quite agree with Fu Xiting's previous idea.

When he raised his head to argue, Fu Xiting walked slowly around the room with his child in his arms. When he walked under the light, the sweat on his forehead shimmered.

Mrs. Fu reached out and took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Wen Ruan asked him what was wrong.

Mr. Fu dare to say?

Don't dare.

Afraid of coming true.

(End of chapter)