Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

When Bo came to the hospital the next day, Tang Shi's attending doctors had already changed. When he saw him, he called out, handed over some reports, sighed and said, "Bo Shao, your wife's condition is not very good..."

Bo Ye didn't know why he didn't explain the real relationship between the two of them. The doctor went on to say, "she has serious depression. She must have experienced great stimulation. Bo Shao, you Did anything happen to you and your wife before? "

Looking at the report list in hand, the finger of thin night was hurt by the thin paper. His throat was sour, like a ball of cotton, and he said for a long time, "no No

"Well, alas." The attending doctor took off the lens and wiped it. "Her disease can't be cured by taking medicine alone. We checked it, and she has a treatment record, but the time of taking medicine is not normal every time. She only takes medicine when she has a reaction. This is impossible to cure, and she did not cooperate with the treatment in her heart It may take a little time. Do you know what madam likes best

The doctor's last words let thin night himself stunned.

Tang poetry What do you like best?

He didn't know.

Bo Ye felt that he couldn't communicate with the doctor any more. He said a few words casually and left. Before leaving, the doctor's words were still in his mind -

"Madam should have experienced some bad things, Bo Shao. If there is any situation, I hope you can not hide it from me and tell us, so that we can customize the treatment plan Madam, this situation is not good. Do you know that the scar on her hand is not a day or two. It is a mixture of new and old wounds. The latest one It was two weeks ago. "

Two weeks ago, it was so close! How many times has the scar on her arm experienced?

She has always had The habit of self mutilation.

Whenever the pressure was too high for her to bear, she raised a knife and stabbed her wrist in the middle of the night.

The Tang poetry disguised under the pretence of pride and uprightness is no longer the first lady five years ago. Her soul has already been fragmented, and the rest is just some obsession.

Bo Ye didn't dare to think about it any more. He went back to the door of the ward of Tang poetry and tossed and turned. For the first time, he had the idea of escaping.

He even I don't dare to face a woman who is his ex-wife-a murderer who was personally sent to prison five years ago.

Tang poetry killed an MI, but now living such a day, Bo Ye thought that he should be happy.

But when I saw her, I couldn't be happy. I always felt like the executioner who had brought her to such a field.

Thin night stood at the door for a long time, pale, wandering, and finally did not go in. He turned to the other end of the corridor and took out his cell phone.

"It's me."

The man's other hand was in his pocket, and his tall and straight body was like a silhouette. Even in the hospital, countless nurses secretly looked at him and guessed his identity.

"Find out for me What happened during the five years of Tang poetry's imprisonment. "

Like making up his mind, Bo Ye finally said that sentence. At the same time, he felt intense pain. He didn't want to doubt it, but he had to verify one thing: "I suspect that someone in prison is using my name to treat her Violence. "

……

Tang Wei was picked up from the kindergarten by Bo Ye that afternoon. In a moment, Tang Wei sighed and said, "Bo Shao, don't shut me up. I can't run. I'll go back to Mommy. If you really want to come to see me once a month, I'd appreciate it

I want to bump into the flower bed when I drive. Listen to what the asshole says! Do you still have him in your eyes!

Is this his own son or not! If it wasn't for the DNA that identified the father son relationship between the two, he thought he had picked it up.

Bo Ye resisted his impulse to step on the gas pedal and drove up the viaduct to the hospital. Then he said, "Stinky boy, are you talking to your father?"

Tang only sighed, and did not know whether he was sighing for himself or for thin night.

"Thin little..."

"Call me dad!"

“…… Little Listen to me first... "

"Call Dad!"

"Dad Dad... " Tang Wei stammered out this address, but he was not used to it. His face was red, "you Don't force me to shout... "

"I'm used to it."

Bo Ye felt better all of a sudden. When he heard the two words "father" in the mouth of the stinky boy, his chest was relieved a lot. He said, "I am your father. What's wrong with you calling my father?"

Tang Wei said, "but I was born five years ago, you never care about me."

Bo Ye took a deep breath and said, "your mother has hidden you so well that I have only recently known that you exist."

"And when my mother was pregnant?"Tang Wei quickly asked, "you won't even hear about my mother's pregnancy I don't know. "

The thin night grasps the steering wheel, the hand is a little shivering.

The five-year-old's question was too much for him to answer.

If he knew If you know that Tang poetry is pregnant, maybe She would not have been locked in at that time

Bo Ye's eyes flashed countless emotions, but he didn't express them. Almost immediately, he flashed by. When his eyes blinked and opened again, he was still the ruthless little family of the small family. He acted fiercely and boldly. It seemed that nothing in his life could make him regret.

Tang Wei sat quietly in the back seat, looking at the constantly flashing scenery outside the window, and suddenly asked, "this is not the road before..."

Bo Ye secretly praised the boy's cleverness. He remembered the way back and forth only a few days ago, so he cleared his throat and said, "the way to the hospital."

"Hospital?"

Tang Wei was young, but his mind was bright. He asked carefully, "is something wrong with my mother?"

Grass, how can this little son of a bitch be so smart? He has a lot of pressure to be a father!

However, Bo Ye turns to think about it. It's not because he has good genes. It's also his ability to produce such a smart son. He also feels happily that his son is a genius. It's amazing.

When he got to the hospital, Bo Ye squatted down and straightened Tang Wei's clothes. It was only this time that Tang Wei thought Bo Ye was his father, but he did everything for the sake of face.

When Bo Ye approached him, Tang Wei couldn't help looking more. After all, a five-year-old child was still sweet in his heart when he faced his own father.

It's just His father is also too disappointing to him. Maybe he will perform well in the future. He can help Bo Ye chase Mommy.

Bo Ye said, "your mother has depression, do you know?"

Originally, he didn't want to mention these heavy topics in front of Tang Wei. He just remembered that the child was young and mature, so he opened the window and said, "she is not in good condition. I hope you can Comfort her. "

"Did you excite my mother?"

Tang Wei looked up, sure enough, the little boy opened a pair of eyes, not surprised at all. It seems that he knew his mother was depressed. Such a young age, can accept such cruel things

"No I didn't want to be exciting... "

Bo Ye always feels powerless when facing Tang Wei. He has a pair of eyes that can see through everything. He is clear and pure. He always makes him feel that such a dirty adult dare not look directly at him.

"I see..."

Tang Wei seemed to sigh, "I don't blame you, mummy's depression is really serious. Usually it doesn't matter. Once you meet something related to you, it will be like this. "

Once you meet something about you.

Bo Ye's heart was suddenly stabbed. Has he become a monster to Tang poetry She wanted to be so afraid to touch everything about him.

Tang Wei handed the small schoolbag on his shoulder to Bo Ye, "Daddy, please take it for me. I'll go up and have a look at my mommy."

When he changed his name and called Bo Ye's father, Bo Ye felt that he had been comforted a little bit. Maybe slowly, Tang Wei would accept himself, maybe

In the past, Bo Ye never thought that he would be so tolerant and patient to a child. Even if his mother was a murderer he hated, he could still tolerate the children between them.

Children are innocent of the crimes committed by adults Tang Wei's eyes are so innocent that he can't bear to hurt him.

Bo Ye took him to the door of Tang poetry ward. Then two people, one big and one small, looked at each other and nodded.

At this time, the purpose of the father and son's action is highly consistent - Tang Wei pushed the door in and saw the Tang poetry resting on the hospital bed.

"Mommy..."

He called out tentatively, and saw Tang poetry turn around, his pale face full of morbid, but in the moment of seeing Tang Wei, his eyes showed a startling light.

"Only!"

Tang poetry eyes are red, "how did you come?"

Tang Wei voice also a bit choked, "Mom, are you not happy again?"

Unhappiness refers to the recurrence of depression.

Tang Shi was forced to smile, "sorry Is your mother scaring you again

"No..." Tang Wei went up, took off his shoes, climbed into the hospital bed, retracted into the arms of Tang poetry.

His mother is very thin, but still with not warm hands around him.

"Mom won't next time Only if you come back Just come back... "

"Mommy, it was daddy who picked me up. Did you quarrel with each other?"

"No..." Tang Shi held down Tang Wei's hand tremblingly and said in an almost futile voice, "no He's not your dad It's not... "The fact that Tang Dynasty is going to cry again and again is just like the fact that he is about to cry.