You Are My Rare Passion

Wen Zhenli glanced at her lightly: "The child in your belly is your flesh and blood, and my daughter is my flesh and blood. What gave you the confidence to make you feel that, in my mind, your flesh and blood are more important than my own flesh and blood?" Is it important?"

Zhang Qianqian was dumbfounded.

Who gave her confidence?

The confidence that the world gave her!

Isn't it like this in other people's homes?

Youngest son, eldest grandson, the lifeblood of the elderly.

It is said that the next generation hurts, and those who are grandparents love their grandchildren more than those who are parents.

The Wen family has only one son, Wen Kai, and the child in her womb will be Wen Zhenli's first grandson, and maybe the only grandson.

Wen Zhenli's expression was so pale that it seemed as if he didn't care about the child in her belly at all!

Is he still human?

How can he do this?

Wen Zhenli ignored her, but looked at Wen Kai: "Take your wife and leave here immediately."

"Dad..." Wen Kai held back his words after a long time: "Shall we go out and talk?"

His eye circles were red, his eyes were full of grievances, and he looked like he would not give up without speaking clearly.

Wen Zhenli sighed, stroked Gentle's hair, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, with Dad here, you don't have to think about anything, take care of your illness, Dad can afford you!"

Nodding gently, tears welled up in his eyes.

She wants to leave the hospital.

But she dared not say it.

Because her father will not allow her to leave the hospital.

Unless the doctor approves her to leave the hospital, her father will never let her leave the hospital privately.

When life is difficult and walking is difficult, I know even more that the people who love me the most in this world are my parents.

Everyone in the world may despise her and abandon her, but her parents, no matter how tired, difficult, or dragged down by her, will be by her side and will not give up on her.

She really doesn't want to be a drag on her parents.

She wants to work hard, make money, be filial to her parents, and not let her parents worry about her.

She wants to take care of her parents and be their pride.

But now, she can't do anything...

Wen Zhenli opened the thermos bucket: "Your mother cooked black chicken soup for you, fried your favorite bamboo shoots, you eat slowly, I'll go out for a while."

Nodding gently, he picked up the spoon obediently.

She lowered her head, trying not to let the tears fall.

She wants to eat well, rest well, get well soon and leave the hospital early.

But what about after leaving the hospital?

Her job is likely to be lost...

Her heart throbbed again, and the hand holding the spoon trembled uncontrollably.

Ling Yue, who had been standing by the side without leaving, suddenly looked at Wen Zhenli and asked, "Hi, are you Teacher Wen's father?"

Wen Zhenli froze for a moment, then looked down at him.

From the moment he entered the door, he has been very indifferent and calm.

But in fact, he was far less calm than he appeared.

What he was most worried about happened.

His eldest son, his only son, had become the kind of person he hated most.

He was very sad, and his heart was far less peaceful than he expressed.

Therefore, he had seen Ling Yue a long time ago, but he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to Ling Yue.

Only now, when Ling Yue took the initiative to greet him, did he realize that he had ignored a little guest.

"Are you Rourou's student?" He bent down slightly, looked at Ling Yue gently and said, "Thank you for helping your teacher speak, you are a good boy."

He reached out and gently rubbed the top of Ling Yue's hair.

He had been standing at the door for a while, and he had heard all the conversations between Ling Yue and his son and daughter-in-law.