Chapter 165: Zhao Daddy

Zhao Yunting couldn't open his eyes.

There was darkness around him. At first, he could still feel his wife's hands losing their warmth. Gradually, the coldness disappeared. He could not feel anything. He could only hear a cry, all of whom were from women and children, his grandchildren and great-grandson...

The last sound was gone.

The surroundings were completely quiet.

So quiet, quiet made him panic. He knew that he should be dead. He wanted to open his eyes to find his wife and walk with her on the road to the underworld, but he couldn't open it. He called Lan Rong, but could not even feel any part of his body.

He had no tears, but he wanted to cry.

Lan Rong didn't like him until she died. She looked at him with sympathy and guilt, but she had no affection.

He didn't blame her, but felt even more distressed. He had never touched her heart for the rest of his life, which showed how deeply she was hurt at the beginning, one after another. She completely locked up the relationship between men and women. She only had children in her heart, and she was so hurt that she refused to even die that she would not leave with him. She disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone floating in this nothingness.

Pain, regret, miss, and fear, Zhao Yunting was in pain. He missed Lan Rong and wanted to find her even if he was a ghost, but he couldn't do anything...

Zhao Yunting cried bitterly.

"Hello Yunting, don't climb trees and play next time. Look at the big bag on your head, my mother is almost scared to death by you. Don't cry or cry. I won't hurt if I blow it on you."

The gentle and loving voice became clearer and clearer, right in my ears, and I was inexplicably familiar. Where did I hear it?

Zhao Yunting finally opened his eyes with the power coming from somewhere.

What caught my eye was a young and beautiful face. The young woman looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with delicate skin, and her eyes became redder that she had just cried.

Zhao Yunting stared at his mother in disbelief. Why did his mother...

He looked down at himself again, with short arms and short legs, and he was clearly a child!

Climbing a tree and falling down, it seems that it happened when he was eight years old?

Seeing that his son was not crying, he was stunned and full of tears, his face was full of tears, and he was both distressed and funny. He wiped his tears while joking him: "I didn't even see you crying so hard before, what happened this time? It seems that I have suffered a great grievance. Are you naughty? See if you still go climbing trees next time!"

Zhao Yunting looked at her mother in a daze, feeling her gentle movements, but he still couldn't believe it. He raised his hand and grabbed her mother's hand. Either the dream was too real or it wasn't a dream at all.

The son stopped crying, Zeng had something to do, so he touched his son's head and left. Zhao Yunting sat in the room for a while until his later butler Zhao Yuan ran in pitifully with his butt and complained to him. He finally believed it, and he returned to his childhood.

He returned to a time when nothing happened.

What about Lan Rong?

Zhao Yunting immediately got off the kang and was going to see Lan Rong. They died together. He was back, maybe Lan Rong was back too!

"Criminal, where are you going?" The nine-year-old Zhao Yuan quickly ran to the door, crossing his legs and refused to let Zhao Yunting go. Because he didn't take good care of the prince, he was hit by the board twice. Now this position hurts so much that he grinned, "Criminal, please calm down, stay in the house honestly, wait until the injury is cured before talking. Otherwise, the wife will have to hit me. Prince, you have promised not to implicate me, and you can't keep your word!"

Seeing the steady butler who was always steadily in the future revealing this childish look, Zhao Yunting couldn't help but smile.

After a moment of confrontation, he turned around and walked towards the mirror.

You can't hurry. If you run over like this, the Ning family will not let him in at all, and he has no excuse to go there.

Zhao Yunting looked at himself in the mirror.

It was too long that he forgot what he looked like when he was a child. When he saw it, he thought that his son was eight years old. Zhao Yunting stared at the person in the mirror in a blind eye, and gradually discovered the difference between himself and his son. They all said that Chengyuan and him were printed in the same mold, but it was not. Chengyuan's mouth looked more like his mother...

Zhao Yunting reached out to touch the mirror. It seemed that there were two more people in the mirror. His Lan Rong and Chengyuan were standing next to him. Soon, Chengyuan had another daughter-in-law, his baby granddaughter Cancan, and his two grandsons...

His eyes were sore, and Zhao Yunting wanted to cry and laugh.

Sure enough, God knew what he wanted the most and gave him a chance to do it again. This time, he would never repeat the same mistakes.

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At dusk, Ning Yu came out of the Ministry of Rites and took a carriage home.

Recently, the Ministry of Rites is very leisurely and has nothing to do. It is very easy to see him. On the way, I think about all my children at home, especially my youngest daughter who is just three years old. She likes to act coquettishly than her sister, and is more obedient and sensible than her brother. When I go back and hold my daughter and listen to her call her father twice, it is the greatest enjoyment of this day.

He couldn't help laughing, but unexpectedly, the carriage suddenly stopped and made him rush forward, followed by the coachman's scream. Ning Yu thought it was not good, so he pulled open the curtain and got out of the car and saw a boy lying on his head in front of the car, obviously being hit by the carriage.

The coachman was still explaining that he had not hit someone, Ning Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he quickly stepped forward and turned the boy over.

Zhao Yunting frowned in pain, opened his eyes and met his future father-in-law, screamed pitifully, and reached out to touch his legs.

His forehead was swollen, his body was covered with dust, and his legs might have been injured. Ning Yu looked up and found that he had turned around and got home. He ordered the coachman: "Go and invite the doctor immediately!" After that, he picked up Zhao Yunting and comforted him softly as he walked forward: "Don't be afraid, the doctor will come soon, there will be no accident."

Although Zhao Yunting was ready to pretend to be pitiful, he was now being held by his father-in-law and his face was still hot. He turned his head to look at the willow trees planted by the street.

Ning Yu looked down and saw that the boy didn't cry even if he had such a big deal. He frowned and seemed to be more and more well-behaved. Ning Yu liked good kids and talked to him with a smile, and wanted to divert the child's attention, "Which child is you? Why did you come out to play by yourself? Do the adults at home know?" Looking at the clothes on the boy's body, they should be from a wealthy family.

In order to see his wife, Zhao Yunting accepted his fate, closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "My father and my mother had a fight, I don't want to stay at home... I'm sorry, I just ran into your carriage, I shouldn't have run around."

Children don’t like parents to quarrel. Ning Yu understood why the boy came out. He heard the boy apologize, and he liked the child more and more. He quickly coaxed him: "It’s okay, it’s not your fault. It’s the coachman who won’t drive the car and hurt you. Since you don’t want to go home, then play at my uncle’s house for a while. My uncle has younger brothers and sisters at home, so let them play with you. By the way, what’s your name?"

If you know your last name, you may be able to guess who his father is.

Of course Zhao Yunting knew that his father-in-law was messing with him. He pretended not to hear it and immediately replied: "My name is Zhao... Zhao Ting."

It is obviously a temporary fake name.

Ning Yu said in his heart, and he just arrived at the door of his house. He gave up asking for questions for the time being. The child knew to be on guard against adults, so he asked the children to try it later.

"Dad!"

As soon as he arrived at the second bedroom, the two children ran over. The leader was the six-year-old Ning Jinshu, followed by the three-year-old Ning Lanrong. Ning Jinshu ran fast and soon arrived in front of his father. Ning Lanrong was anxious, and his "father" was shouting "father" more and more urgently.

Zhao Yunting leaned in his father-in-law's arms, staring at the little girl in a pink skirt with good eyes and getting closer. Seeing her glaring at Ning Jinshu angrily, her mouth pouting high, and her face was flushed.

It turns out that Lan Rong was like this when she was a child...

Why did he suddenly think of his granddaughter when he was a child...

Zhao Yunting couldn't help but look down at the girl who had already pounced on Ning Yu's leg. Ning Lanrong also looked up at him. The two looked at each other for a while. Ning Lanrong asked her father a little unhappy and confused: "Who is Daddy? Why do you want him to hug him? Lan Rong asked Daddy to hug him."

Zhao Yunting couldn't believe his ears.

Ning Yuze shook his head and laughed, and lowered his head to coax his daughter: "Lan Rong, this is the brother of the Zhao family. Daddy's carriage hit him and injured him. Daddy brought him to our house for medical treatment. Daddy will hug Lan Rong when he is cured. Daddy will hug Lan Rong. Good. Jin Shu, take your sister away."

Ning Jinshu obediently carried his sister aside, his movements were very rude, after all, he was only six years old.

Ning Lanrong felt uncomfortable being hugged by the third brother, twisted and pushed the third brother away, followed his father to the hall together. Ning Yu put Zhao Yunting on the east couch and took off his coat and shoes with his own hands. Ning Lanrong and his brother and sister stood aside and watched. Ning Yu lifted Zhao Yunting's trouser legs to check the injury, and the two children looked more seriously, but when the trouser legs were rolled up and exposed a piece of knee that was bleeding from the skin, Ning Lanrong immediately covered his eyes with his hands.

"Does it hurt?" Ning Yu asked worriedly.

Zhao Yunting's eyes never left Ning Lanrong, and was completely attracted by his wife's three-year-old girl-like manner. He was confused and puzzled, but he couldn't help but like him, and his heart was almost melted. No wonder his granddaughter was so cute. It turned out that he followed her grandmother. Like her grandmother, he did not allow his father to hold other people's children, and he did not dare to look at the wounds.

Don’t Lan Rong remember?

I really want to hug you...

"Zhao Ting?"

Ning Yu shouted again, and Zhao Yunting finally came back to his senses and shook his head quickly: "It doesn't hurt very much." No matter how painful it hurts, it doesn't hurt anymore when he sees his wife.

Mrs. Ning soon led her eldest daughter over. When she learned the whole story, Mrs. Ning couldn't help but blame her husband for being anxious about the carriage, and asked the maids to prepare water to clean up Zhao Yunting's wounds first. Ning Lanrong didn't dare to look at her. When the elder sister pulled her away, she refused to leave, and stared at the big bag on Zhao Yunting's forehead curiously.

Zhao Yunting was very embarrassed and knew that his big bag was ugly now, but he couldn't wait, and nothing was more important than seeing his wife.

The doctor came soon. Zhao Yunting was not seriously injured. He applied medicine to his knee and could take a few days to recuperate.

After the doctor left, Ning Yu and his wife persuaded Zhao Yunting to tell them where they live. Zhao Yunting kept silent, but refused to say it. Ning Yu had no choice but to call the children out and told them to stumble on Zhao Yunting's words, and then he called his wife and left.

Ning Lianrong was not interested in this job, so she sat down for a while before returning to her house.

Ning Jinshu was at the age of playing. Seeing that Zhao Yunting was dumbfounded and ignored him, he thought Zhao Yunting was bored and ran to the big room to play.

Only Zhao Yunting and Ning Lanrong were left in the room, and the maids were waiting outside the door.

"Why are you looking at me all the time?" Ning Lanrong sat at the end of the couch and asked in wonder.

"You looked at me first, and I saw you before you looked at me." Zhao Yunting leaned against the couch and tentatively teased the little girl.

Ning Lanrong tilted her head and thought for a while. It seemed that she was looking at her new brother first, so she smiled, pointed at her forehead, and told him with some gloating pleasure: "You're bulging here."

Zhao Yunting had already confirmed that his wife didn't remember anything. She was a little disappointed and soon felt relieved. His wife couldn't remember those sad things better. She could grow up like a child again. This time, he would definitely not make her sad again.

Seeing her playful and cute, Zhao Yunting explained pitifully: "Yes, my forehead is not hard, so it is swollen and it hurts very much."

"Does it hurt?" Ning Lanrong felt a little sympathetic to her brother again.

Zhao Yunting saw the little girl's soft heart and lowered her voice nervously: "It hurts a lot. If someone blows it on me, it won't hurt."

Blow it, Ning Lanrong will blow it, when she falls, her mother will blow it to her, so she stood up and walked towards Zhao Yunting, stood beside him and stared at his forehead close up, and then looked at his eyes: "I can blow it, will I blow it to you?"

"Okay." Zhao Yunting looked at the little girl with pink and jade in front of her and her voice was choked.

Ning Lanrong didn't hear it. She held the boy's shoulder, carefully leaned over, pouted and blew gently.

Blowed away two lines of tears from the boy.

After Ning Lanrong finished blowing, she looked at him. She had expected him to feel more comfortable, but when she saw him crying, she immediately panicked, "Why are brother crying?"

Zhao Yunting hugged the little girl and buried her arms and cried: "Lan Rong is so nice to me. No one has ever been so nice to me, so I want to cry." What kind of virtue does he have? He has the chance to start over? How could his wife treat him like this?

Ning Lanrong was stunned and had no idea what to do. When Zhao Yunting realized that he had lost his composure, he quickly let go of her and wiped her tears. She looked at the boy and then her chest, and was unhappy: "Brother has wet my clothes."

Zhao Yunting burst into tears and smiled, looked up and apologized to her: "It's not good for brother. Brother, I will take you to see the orchid. Do you want to go?"

"I want to!" Ning Lanrong immediately forgot about her clothes, quickly sat in front of the edge of the couch, and called him familiarly: "Brother help me put on my shoes!"

"Okay." Zhao Yunting jumped off the ground and picked up the little girl's two shoes for her to wear.

Ning Lanrong stared at his hand and praised him seriously: "Brother is coincidental, third brother is stupid." Third brother was not so comfortable when he put on her shoes.

Zhao Yunting looked at her and smiled, his phoenix eyes were as bright as stars.

Ning Lanrong was stunned and looked at him without blinking: "Brother is so beautiful." None of the brothers in the family looked better than this brother.

"Lan Rong is also beautiful." Zhao Yunting praised her in a low voice, looked outside, and secretly kissed her in the face before hugging her down, "Lan Rong is the best, my brother likes Lan Rong the most."

Being praised for being the best, Ning Lanrong grinned, stood on the ground and held the boy's hand and walked out: "Go and see the orchid!" hf();
Chapter completed!