Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Lin Ange comforted him with her gentle voice. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He stuffed a pillow behind his head to make him feel more comfortable.    

Lu Yiyao's face was a bit cold, his eyebrows were knitted very high, and his unfathomable black pupils flashed intensely.    

So many years.    

He had never had such a 'terrifying' and 'lifelike' nightmare.    

It was as if he had experienced it himself.    

He watched helplessly as his mother was pushed off the cliff and fell straight to the bottom of the river.    

"Lu Yiyao, come, drink some water and slow down."    

Lin Ange brought warm water over and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with worry.    

Lu Yiyao drank two mouthfuls and gradually recovered his mind. He looked at her uneasily.    

"Did I scare you just now?"    

"Nope."    

Lin Ange shook her head slightly, she pursed her lips slightly, feigning a relaxed expression.    

She had clearly been scared to death just now. He had almost broken her hand bones.    

Seeing that she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, Ye Zichen asked nervously.    

"Your hand, quickly show me."    

"I'm fine. "I'll go get you a basin of hot water..."    

Before Lin Ange finished her sentence, Lu Yiyao grabbed her slender wrist and frowned. He saw that her delicate hands had turned purple. He felt a pang in his heart and frowned slightly.    

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Should I call Doctor Gu over? "    

When that subtle expression fell into Lin Ange's clear eyes, her heart skipped a beat.    

Lu Yiyao didn't say anything and put her hand on his cold lips.    

After a while, he slowly let go.    

"I'm fine. I'll be fine after a while. "On the other hand, your hand, I'm sorry …"    

Lu Yiyao's voice was a little hoarse as his eyes turned red.    

I had a dream, like I had a narrow escape from death.    

"Aiya, I'm fine. "No, I'll call Doctor Gu over to take a look. Don't worry."    

Lin Ange tucked him in the blanket and frowned. Her heart raced.    

"As long as you're here, I'm fine."    

Lu Yiyao finished the water in his cup, then smiled at her. The depths of her eyes gradually filled with the tenderness of love.    

"It's really fine?"    

Lin Ange confirmed worriedly.    

"It's really nothing. It's so late, don't disturb them."    

Lu Yiyao put down the glass of water and reached out his hand to hold her delicate hand again as he said lovingly.    

"Then …"    

Seeing his forehead covered in sweat, Lin Ange was probably sweating as well. She pursed her lips and a warm expression appeared on her face.    

"I'll get you a change of clothes."    

"No need …"    

Lu Yiyao did not want her to be busy, and the light in his doting eyes became softer.    

"You're sweating. Be careful of your cold."    

Lin Ange gently pushed away his hand and said with a faint smile.    

Lu Yiyao knew he couldn't stop her, so he nodded.    

Soon.    

Lin Ange brought a basin of hot water with a brand-new hospital gown over her arm.    

He twisted the towel and wiped the sweat off his face.    

His fingers, which were like green onions and were covered by a thin, soft towel, outlined the contours of his face.    

His fingers seemed to be on fire.    

Lu Yiyao pulled her while she wasn't paying attention, and their four lips touched.    

Honey kiss, tenderness.    

"You … "Ugh …"    

Lin Ange never imagined that he would still have such interest at a time like this, and she was slightly angry in her heart.    

He didn't dare to struggle as he was afraid of touching the wound.    

Their black eyes gradually took on a charming color.    

Lu Yiyao wanted to take a step closer, but his wounds blocked his movements.    

The two days that Lin Ange accompanied him for were rather torturous to him.    

A normal man wouldn't be able to do anything despite being overwhelmed by emotions when facing his beloved woman.    

He had all his thoughts buried in this kiss...    

Only after a long time did he slowly release her.    

"Lu Yiyao, you truly …"    

Lin Ange licked her red and swollen cherry-like lips as she glared at him.    

Lu Yiyao narrowed his eyes, curled his lips, and smiled warmly.    

Lin Ange had no choice but to refill the pot of hot water that had already cooled down.    

After changing Lu Yiyao's clothes, the two laid back down.    

Outside the window.    

The night was dark and silent.    

"Wife …"    

Lu Yiyao said gently as he pinched Lin Ange's fingers.    

"Yes."    

Lin Ange replied softly. She seemed to enjoy it now.    

"Do you know the owner of this place?"    

Lu Yiyao asked lightly.    

"The owner of this place?"    

Lin Ange glanced sideways at his perfect profile and paused.    

"You haven't met Uncle Nan?"    

"The owner's surname is Nan?"    

Lu Yiyao's eyebrows sank. His black pupils contracted and his thin lips curled up.    

"Yes, his name is Nan Huaijin." Gu Yunxiao said he was the richest man in S... "    

"Nan Huaijin?"    

When Lu Yiyao heard this name, he quickly went silent and didn't say anything.    

"What's the matter with you?"    

Lin Ange asked doubtfully when she saw that he didn't say anything.    

"Send someone to tell him tomorrow that I want to see him."    

Lu Yiyao's thick black eyelashes blinked and he frowned as he held her small hand even more tightly.    

"Alright."    

Lin Ange didn't ask him why he was looking for Nan Huaijin and agreed without hesitation.    

No matter what he did?    

There must be a reason, she knew.    

No matter what he did, she would unconditionally believe in him and support him.    

Because he was a trustworthy person.    

After about that time, she was completely awake.    

Thinking that Lu Yiyao had woken up from his nightmare and kept calling out for his mother, he couldn't help feeling a bit of heartache.    

he asked tentatively.    

"Lu Yiyao, did you dream about your mother just now?"    

"Yes."    

Lu Yiyao hugged her even more tightly. He squinted his eyes and spoke in a low and deep voice.    

"I miss my mother too. I don't know why, but I've never dreamed about her."    

Lin Ange's words were a little sad, and a hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of her mouth.    

"She probably wants you to be happy every day and not be lost in the sadness of the past."    

Lu Yiyao's sharp lips landed on Lin Ange's forehead, warming up.    

"Maybe."    

Lin Angemei blinked her long, combed eyelashes, and her clear black eyes were covered with a misty mist.    

"But I really want to see her again, even in my dreams."     3

12 years.    

To her, it was a long journey in her life.    

She grew up alone. No mother.    

12 years.    

She had almost forgotten what her mother looked like.    

Everyone said that she and her mother Helan Jing looked somewhat alike, but not exactly the same.    

"Whether you see her or not, she's in your heart."    

Lu Yiyao's deep eyes were a bit deep as he said this for some reason.    

"Lu Yiyao, do you miss your mom?"    

Lin Ange suddenly asked.    

"Mom is just that yellowing picture of me. I don't care if I want to or not."    

Lu Yiyao's cold voice was filled with endless loneliness.