That night, Gu Yunyao thought of the handsome and handsome man who left. What was he doing?

The letter said that Ling'er was very cute, and she was happy for him. With his daughter by his side, the man would not be lonely anymore.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly missed him.

I miss his attentiveness and how kind he is to me. There are some things I don’t want to say to my children, but I want to say them to him.

She picked up a pen and paper and wrote to the other party, telling him what was in her heart.

Tonight, the incident of delivering the baby touched her deeply.

Although she knew that with the development of society, the mentality of favoring boys over girls would gradually improve.

However, seeing women struggling to survive on the muddy road, struggling to give birth to a son one after another for the sake of the expectations of their elderly family members and husbands, she didn't know what she could do.

She wrote her thoughts in the letter and wanted to know what he thought?

What she wants is a husband who loves each other, not a talisman who can serve as an official, nor does she want to have a backer to enjoy in the future.

What she needs is a soul-matching partner, a man who speaks the same language.

If the other person’s ideas are different from yours, don’t let such a man go!

Thinking of every bit of contact with the other party, she believed that the other party could understand her and help her resolve her knot.

Unconsciously, I wrote four pages eloquently, feeling dizzy. Then I finished, stuffed the finished letter into an envelope, sealed it and put it in my schoolbag.

Tomorrow, she will be a student and go to the town hospital to work as a doctor. She will mail this letter by the way.

At this moment, Wang Meng was also writing a letter at his desk.

After sleeping for a while, Ling'er opened her eyes and was holding a rag doll in her arms.

Her father bought this doll with her and she likes it very much.

Whenever I'm at home, I hold her in my arms.

She yawned and said, "Dad, who are you writing to?"

Wang Meng held his daughter and the doll on his lap and said: "Ling'er, dad knows an aunt. She saved dad twice and is his savior. She is very good to dad..."

Ling'er asked curiously: "Dad, do you like her?"

Wang Meng's eyes became deep and passionate. He looked out the window at the dark night sky and said clearly: "I like it!"

Ling'er became jealous and asked eagerly: "Dad, do you like me?"

Wang Meng lowered his head and said with a smile: "Of course I like it!"

Ling'er stroked the doll with her little hand, tilted her head and continued to ask curiously: "Dad, which aunt do you like more, or do you like me more?"

Wang Meng raised his lips and smiled, with an indescribable tenderness on his face.

Patiently explain, "Ling'er, these are different feelings, just like you like daddy and you also like ragdolls."

Ling'er blinked her confused eyes and said, "But dad, if you let me choose, I still like dad. The rag doll can be thrown away."

The words fell! She threw the rag doll in her arms to the ground without hesitation.

She hopes that her father only has her in his heart, and doesn't want him to like anyone else.

In the past few years at her grandma's house, she had become accustomed to being alone. Now that her father finally came back, she was afraid that the aunt would snatch her father away, and she was afraid that she would still be alone in the future.

Wang Meng picked up the rag doll on the ground distressedly, patted the dust on it and said, "Ling'er, you can have your father. You can also have the rag doll. You see, she almost cried when you threw the rag doll away just now?"

Ling'er looked at the doll and found that it had a little dust on it.

She felt particularly wronged and cried loudly, "Wow..."

The veins on Wang Meng's head twitched a few times. He didn't understand why his daughter, who had always been well-behaved and sensible, acted like this when she knew she also liked someone else.

Half an hour later, he finally tried his best to coax his daughter to sleep. He sat down at the table and wrote down what had just happened in a troubled manner. Maybe she could understand the girl's thoughts.
Chapter completed!