Wedding Pet (MTL)

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"Beep ~ Beep ~ Beep ~"

The monotonous and boring voice has been ringing, just listening will make people feel upset.

But at this moment, listening to such a voice, for Lin Xingqing, he is not hesitant to redeem. As long as this voice is ringing, it means that there is no despair to the end. She still has hope to wait, even if that hope is like that.缥缈.

"Miss Lin, your father's illness is already in the middle stage, and surgery must be arranged as soon as possible. The cost of surgery plus the cost of late recovery is about one million. Please be prepared as soon as possible, and it will not be of any benefit to the patient's condition."

That was as gentle as possible, but each word carried a sharp pain.

"Woo ... Dad ... what should I do?"

In the pure white ward and pure white hospital bed, Lin Xingqing looked at the oxygen mask, but his face was pale in just one month. His father, who was extremely thin, couldn't stop crying.

Starting from Lin Xingqing's memoirs, only her father and her are in her life.

When she was young, she naturally asked questions about where her mother was, but when her father couldn't hide his sorrow and grew up, Lin Xingqing didn't ask.

Moreover, except that there is no mother, her dad must be the best dad in the world. After entering the hall and getting the kitchen, he can take care of the family and make money to support the family. Dad will participate in almost all parent-child activities that require parents to accompany.

Dad took on both roles as father and mother.

"Xing Qing, you are my baby. For you, I am willing to suffer even though I am suffering."

When did she say that, Lin Xingqing had forgotten, but she always remembered her father's expression at that time, with a slightly thin face, a slight smile, and still sewed the hole in her clothes. A small flower, that expression is a kind of happiness from the heart.

She is Dad's baby.

But how the years change, this will never change!

"Dad, I want to be your baby forever."

Lin Xingqing could n’t help but kneel beside the bed, the knees on the cold and hard ground hurt, but Lin Xingqing did n’t feel it at all, she just put her dad ’s skinny hand on her face so carefully. Weak and cold, and bitingly cold, forming an extreme contrast with her face.

Tears seemed to flow more and more, dripping water all over the clinging hands.

Regardless of the tears in his face, Lin Xingqing carefully wiped the tears on his father's hand with a tissue and carefully placed it on the side of the bed.

From beginning to end, the face covered by the oxygen mask closed his eyes tightly, extremely pale, and there was no response at all.

"Di ~

Di ~

Di ~ "

The instrument placed on the side of the bed still emits the same frequency in a monotonous and boring way. Lin Xingqing just knelt and looked at his father for a long time before standing up.

It seemed that he was kneeling too long, so that his knees were red and swollen with a pain that was hard to conceal.

"Xing Qing, look at you, it's so big, why can't you take care of yourself, come, let dad see, where hurt ..."

In a trance, Lin Xingqing seemed to see his father sitting up halfway, frowning slightly, waving at her. The words in his mouth seemed to scold, but in fact it was full of distress.