I have no father since I was a child.
That's why such a young child has to learn to be strong, to keep working hard, and to use his immature hands to protect his mother.
In the past, when the young lady was around, I didn't feel it, but now the young lady is missing, leaving the child alone.
Although the little master didn't show it in the slightest.
However, Feng Haitang felt that in the huge room, the small figure seemed so fragile and lonely.
People can't wait to give him the best of everything in the world.
Feng Haitang still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Yan Haotian, who took her out of the room.
The room was still lit with candles, and the window paper reflected the child's frail figure, which made people feel so pitiful.
Feng Haitang couldn't help but clenched Yan Haotian's hand, and said softly: "Haotian, in the future, if our children are half as sensible and smart as the little master."
When Yan Haotian heard this, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
He forcefully let go of Feng Haitang's hand, and shook his head at her expressionlessly.
Turn around and leave.
"Haotian!" Feng Haitang couldn't bear it anymore, and walked up to him in two or three steps, staring at him with a stubborn expression, but the circles of his eyes were slightly red, "Yan Haotian, how long do you want to escape?" ? My heart, don’t you understand, don’t you believe it? Isn’t the time we both wasted enough?”
She took a step forward and grabbed the man's hand. At this moment, her usually cold and beautiful face showed a deep and painful attachment: "Haotian, I beg you, don't push me away again, don't pretend you can't see me anymore, okay?" good?"
Yan Haotian closed his eyes.
He dared not look at the face.
This face is too young, too beautiful.
She deserves the best man, she deserves a better future.
Instead, instead of wasting time on him, a crippled, ugly man with no future.
Yan Haotian broke free from her hand, and slowly drew what he wanted to say.
"Stop talking, I'm not good enough for you. It's impossible for us."
He only started to learn sign language after he followed Muyan.
He learned quickly, and it was easy to communicate with the young lady, the young master, and the people in Moying.
Even if he still can't speak now, he can still live like an ordinary person.
However, this is not enough.
From then on, he could no longer call "Begonia" by name, comfort her when she was sad, and laugh with her when she was happy.
How could he be worthy of the woman in front of him
"Whether you deserve it or not is up to me, not you!"
Feng Haitang excitedly grabbed his sleeve, and couldn't help raising his voice, "You obviously like me, and I like you too. We are in love with each other. Miss and young master, everyone around us will bless us, why? ? Why do you want to push me away cruelly?"
Yan Haotian's hands trembled, and then he wrote another sentence, "You will find a man who is thousands of times better than me."
"But I don't want any of those men, I only want you!" Feng Haitang's voice trembled, and he stretched out his arms to hug him tightly, "Yan Haotian, don't you understand? I, Feng Haitang, only love you in my life Man, in my eyes, no other man can compare to you!"
Yan Haotian's body was stiff.
He exhausted all his strength to restrain himself from holding her in his arms.
Haitang... Haitang... Haitang... Why are you so stubborn? So stubborn