Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Han Yu also received the message that Ling Wuyi wanted to pass on to him.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he knew that it was normal to want to see his biological father.

The reason why he told Ling Wu that her biological father had returned to China was because he wanted to respect her choice!

Taking a deep breath, Han Yu raised his hand and rubbed the back of Ling Wu's head: "Since you want to see Xiao Chu, let's meet."

"Thank you, Dad..." Ling Wuyi's voice was low, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, giving Han Yu a smile.

Seeing Ling Wuwen like this, Han Yu was a little jealous.

Eat the jealousy of that man who has done nothing but dedicate a 'little tadpole'!

Sure enough, the real one is different, isn't it?

Although Ling Wuwen was acting, she still noticed the expression hidden in Han Yu's eyes.

But there is no way, Han Yu can't always play the role of father.

If that's the case, no matter how much Xi Ziqiu's brainwaves are, it's impossible to fill up his favorability, right?

...

Han Yu talked to Ling Wuwen for a while, then went to the study.

Ling Wuwen 'wanted to see' her biological father, and since Han Yu agreed, she would definitely let her see her.

Han Yu also heard about the return of Han Chuxiao's biological father to China, so he didn't know if it was true.

In the past seventeen years, Han Yu has never looked for Han Chuxiao's biological father, let alone contacted him.

He didn't want Han Chuxiao to know his real background from the beginning, and of course he didn't want Han Chuxiao to meet his biological father.

I called my high school classmates to inquire, but they all said that they just heard that they were back, and they didn't know if they were back.

Han Yu spent the whole afternoon on the phone in the study, and finally got a correct answer.

Han Chuxiao's biological father, Yun Shaoyang, had indeed returned to China, and returned to this city.

It is said that he came back half a year ago.

Han Yu asked Yun Shaoyang's phone number.

In the evening, Han Yu had dinner with Ling Wuwen, and he went back to the study again.

Sitting alone in the office chair, looking at the string of numbers on the phone, hesitating whether to press the dial button.

In the ear, the sound of the piano in the greenhouse came.

Han Yu paused, and walked out of the study with his mobile phone.

Standing at the door of the flower house, I saw Ling Wuyi playing a piece he liked attentively.

The corner of his mouth curled up unconsciously, he taught his daughter this piano piece himself!

Now it sounds like it's playing better than before.

Han Yu looked down at the screen of his mobile phone, and finally mustered up the courage to press the call button——

While on the phone, he turned and walked towards his study.

Over there, someone answered the phone soon.

Hearing an unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar voice coming from the phone, Han Yu suddenly felt a little emotional.

It's been seventeen years, and it's been seventeen years in the blink of an eye!

What happened seventeen years ago suddenly played back in my mind like a movie...

Yun Shaoyang's family background is good, at least he is definitely not in the right family with Han Chuxiao's biological mother who is an orphan.

I was young at the time, but I was ignorant and made a mistake.

Whether Yun Shaoyang ever loved Han Chuxiao's mother, this question can only be answered by Yun Shaoyang.

"Yun Shaoyang, I'm Han Yu."

They were about to ask 'Who? ’ Yun Shaoyang was stunned when he heard Han Yu’s words.

Some things can't be forgotten if you want to.

"Ah...Han Yu...Long time no see, how are you doing all these years?" Yun Shaoyang used a pretended relaxed tone to cover up his wrongdoings in the past seventeen years.

Han Yu sneered: "I'm fine, how about you? Did you ever dream of Xiao Jia when you were sleeping?"

Yun Shaoyang choked, and looked back at his wife who was applying the mask.

He pretended to be casual and got up and left the room.

"Han Yu, it's been so many years, haven't you let go?" Yun Shaoyang's expression was not very good.

He had dreamed it! I have dreamed about it many times!

In the first few years, he dreamed that Bei Xiaojia, covered in blood, came to him with her child in her arms almost every night.

He dreamed that Bei Xiaojia asked him why he didn't care about her? Why not admit that the child is his? Why go away?

He also spent several years in psychotherapy for having nightmares all night.

In these years, he also dreamed of Bei Xiaojia, but the frequency was relatively small.

When dreaming, he no longer felt scared and flustered like he did at the beginning, but would sincerely apologize to her and talk to her.

"Let it go? Yun Shaoyang, did you just let it go?"

he? Of course he didn't let go, but he still had to pretend to let go!

What if you don't let go?

Yun Shaoyang didn't speak, but Han Yu said, "Don't you ask about your daughter if you haven't contacted me for so many years?"

Hearing Han Yu mentioning his daughter, Yun Shaoyang's eyes widened a bit: "She..."

For a moment, Yun Shaoyang didn't know what to say.

Where is the daughter? Ask your daughter if she is okay? still……

It's been seventeen years, and my daughter should be very old, right?

"She wants to see you." Han Yu said when Yun Shaoyang didn't know what to say.

Yun Shaoyang suddenly became a little nervous. Seventeen years ago, Han Yu came to him with the child in his arms.

He glanced at the child, only knowing that her skin was pink and her eyes were open, wondering if she was looking at him.

At that time, he was so flustered that he didn't even see clearly what the child looked like.

At that time, he was unwilling to admit that the child was his.

Although he knew that the child must be his.

"Although you are not worthy of being a father, and I don't want her to see you, I respect her wishes. Yun Shaoyang, I hope you can see her."

Han Yu's tone was quite cold, and he made no secret of his dislike for Yun Shaoyang.

Yun Shaoyang's hand holding the phone tightened, his knuckles turned white.

After a long time, he mustered up the courage to say: "Okay, I have time tomorrow."

Han Yu hummed, told the time and place of the meeting, and then hung up the phone.

The sound of the piano in the greenhouse has not stopped, it is very melodious.

Han Yu put down his phone, adjusted his facial expression, and walked into the greenhouse pretending to be relaxed.

Hearing Han Yu's footsteps, Ling Wuyi stopped playing the piano and turned her head to look at him: "Are you done?"

She didn't call Han Yu's father, so try to avoid it when you can.

"Xiao Chu, Dad has good news for you!" Han Yu said with a smile.

Ling Wuwen raised her eyebrows: "Huh? What good news?"

"I've already contacted your biological father. Dad will take you to see him tomorrow."

He was clearly upset, but Han Yu still had to pretend to be happy.

Ling Wu's eyes also lit up: "Really?!"

That tone made no secret of his joy and anticipation.

Han Yu's heart became even more sour. Sure enough, this is the difference between his biological father and adoptive father?

Seeing Han Yu's gradually unnatural smile, Ling Wuyi stood up and walked to his side.

"Thank you, Dad~" The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she looked at Han Yu with smiling eyes.

Han Yu stretched out his hand and hugged Ling Wuying into his arms.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the girl in his arms had indeed grown up.

From a little baby waiting to be fed, he has grown into a big girl!

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