The black-bellied baby is super domineering: Daddy, I want to return it

Chapter 112 The rose is still the same, things are different from people 1
The Zhuo family in City A.

Standing in the Zhuo family compound where he lived when he was young, Zhuo Yifeng began to recall the past again in an instant.

Butler Bonaparte walked into the room with a salute. The three of the Zhuo family stood in the garden. Zhuo Yifeng pointed to the bright pink roses blooming on the wall, and said to An Baobao, "These are the roses that your mother once planted. Yes, I have always sent someone to take care of it."

Baby An looked in the direction Zhuo Yifeng was pointing at. Just by looking at the blooming appearance and nutritional status of the flowers, she could feel how much effort was put into the people who planted them and those who took care of them.

She smiled slightly, knowing very little about her biological mother. By the time she had the ability to think, An Baobao had already arrived at the orphanage.

Other children have always complained about their biological parents, why they were born and thrown into the orphanage, but only An Baobao is very grateful to his biological mother.

Because she knew that her mother didn't want her, didn't want to abandon her, but was seriously ill and couldn't support her anymore, so she was handed over to the head of the orphanage and left the money for her medical treatment to herself , choose to leave by yourself.

So she has always been grateful to her mother except for being grateful for the life she gave her and for giving her a nice name.

Baby, baby, the most important baby in An Qiangwei's life.

"I'm sorry..." Zhuo Yifeng lowered his head, with countless guilt wiped across his face.

After finding An Baobao during the time when he returned to China, he said the three words "sorry" in front of her almost every day.Every time he looked at her face, it was like seeing the little rose that once belonged to him.

Laughing at him, laughing like silver bells, covering his eyes from time to time, letting him guess who she is.

"Dad..." Baby An's chest heaved. She couldn't hate him, just like she couldn't hate Rong Ning. Maybe her mother, An Qiangwei, didn't hate him when she ran with the ball.

Because if you love someone, even if you can't get him, at least you will make the other person happy.

"I think Mom, she loves you and doesn't hate you. As for me... Now that you have found me and given me a perfect home, then I won't be very fond of you." Father's blood Loved ones, one day, one life.

(End of this chapter)