Chapter 872: : Good pregnancy (2)

Anhao was taken back to the hospital. The man in the black trench coat had been in the car outside the hospital for a long time.
When D's car parked in front of the hospital, the door of the car in front was opened, and the middle-aged man got out of the car and walked directly in this direction.
When Anhao got out of the car, she saw the man who claimed to be her father. Although her eyes were still a little swollen at the moment, although her eyes hurt after crying for a long time, she finally looked seriously at the man in black.
He didn't wear a trench coat anymore, but changed to another black suit, which fits the temperament of this middle-aged man. At first glance, he feels that his elegance and majesty coexist, but it won't make people a moment. I just thought that this man named Mr. Arel was a black-Tao godfather, and it would not make people feel the hostility full of him.
This is a very attractive old man. After Anhao looked at him lightly for a long time, the man in front of him smiled. The kind smile even D, who got out of the car, felt uncomfortable.
Mr. Arel has never laughed like this before. Could this black-Tao father be a daughter? Can you give her all the tenderness and love of the whole world when you see your own daughter?
Thinking about it, I feel that my goose bumps are almost up.
As a result, Mr. Arel really lived up to his expectations. He just smiled and looked at Anhao, patiently pampering her. It was not a polite look until Anhao’s eyes fell on his face again, and he smiled. Say: "Do I need to introduce myself again?"
"No need." Anhao's voice was cold as if being possessed by Zuo Hancheng.
Seeing that this girl was young but because she had suffered too many frustrations and was not at all as innocent as a twenty-three-year-old girl, she finally saw her own biological father without even a bit of excitement.
After looking at her for a while, Mr. Arel said, "Well, whether you admit it or not, I am your father. Maybe you are not curious about the past between me and your mother, or maybe you are now because of Vllen's affairs. And we are reluctant to listen to and accept everything. We can wait for your mood to ease before explaining it to you in detail, but now, you must admit that I am your father and that what you shed is my blood."
"So Mr. Arel made me kneel now and thank you and the woman you love for giving me life?" Anhao responded coldly.
Mr. Arel was not dissatisfied with her response. He just looked at her with a smile, with some expectation in his eyes: "We have not known each other's existence for more than 20 years, and finally we can be in the vast crowd. Formally see your blood relatives, son, don't you plan to give your dear father a big hug?"
An Hao scolded, "What kind of gringy way of speaking and hugs a person with all Asian characteristics learns? Why should I hug a strange man?"
Mr. Arel raised his eyebrows: "My ancestors were in..." He skipped the name of the place before it was returned, and said directly: "It is Hong Kong which belongs to China now. The ancestors are Hong Kong people. Chinese American, so it’s not surprising that you have the looks and qualities of an Asian. If that’s not the case, you look like a mixed race!"
The old man in front of him had a bit of humor, but his rare humor made the goose bumps of the subordinates standing behind him all fall off.
Is this still Mr. Arel? At any rate, it can be regarded as the underground emperor of the United States, but in front of his own daughter, he is kind and really looks like a qualified father. The humor is simply terrifying...
"Oh."
However, facing the almost flattering tone and humor of this old man named Mr. Arel, Anhao's response was only a stern word, from the beginning to the end there was only one word for him, Mr. Arel , Dad didn't even yell.
Anhao brushed past Mr. Arel expressionlessly and walked into the front door of the hospital. Mr. Arel stood there. When he saw D who was about to follow Anhao into the door, he smiled kindly in his eyes. The intention is instantly cold.
"Mr. Arel." D respectfully nodded to those amiable middle-aged men who had been put away in front of him for an instant: "Anhao is Mr. Zuo's wife. Mr. Zuo will give me everything safe before the accident. Please also Mr. Arel, don’t force your people to be by her side, otherwise, I’m afraid her indifference and resistance to you will only become more ingrained."
"I know." Mr. Arel's face was cold: "Suddenly I discovered that there is a biological daughter of mine in this world. I also needed some time to accept and digest to recognize, not to mention that this child has just experienced pain. Now I have gone to ask about her life experience. I can understand that since she is stubborn by nature, I will not force her to accept it immediately, but D, you should keep my duty and say less messy things in front of her..."
D's expression stagnated, and finally smiled bitterly: "Mr. Arel, she knows your identity. She doesn't need me to say anything, she knows your identity."
Mr. Arel frowned faintly, and looked back at the figure that had long since disappeared in front of the hospital. When D was about to turn around and walk in, Mr. Arel suddenly looked at D's back indifferently and spoke quietly: "Vllen Where exactly is it now? Someone from my staff came to report two days ago, claiming that a helicopter had approached the area on the day of the accident."
D's figure gave a sudden stop, but did not turn his head or answer, as if he hadn't heard him, he went straight into the front entrance of the hospital.
Anhao walked back to the ward alone, but at the door of the ward, looking at the An family who was guarding outside at no time, An Ping saw her back and stood up suddenly: "Anhao..."
Anhao seemed to have seen no one. She walked straight in front of these people, pushed open the door of the ward, and walked in. After closing the door, she leaned her back against the door panel. Only then did she feel the strength of her whole body as if it was all in a flash. He was exhausted, leaned weakly on the door, and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the ground, unable to cry anymore, just opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside the bed window.
The sun is fine and there is no cloud in all directions.
The world has never become gloomy because of the departure of a certain person. The sun rises as usual, and the earth still runs in its own way. The living people still carve thick ink and color in their fresh lives. , Those people can't feel the pain of losing their beloved ones, can't feel the cold and care that breeds from unknown corners in this ward in this hot summer.
She lost Zuo Hancheng and her whole world.
"An okay! An okay, you open the door and let mom go in and talk to you." An Ping patted the door of the ward outside, with a gentle and sad voice that didn't want to disturb her: "Let mom talk to you, OK? ..."
An Hao closed his eyes, still holding his back against the door and did not move.
She didn't want to hear anything.
It does not matter to her how the truth of the love and hatred between her parents is revealed.
Everything in front of her was gray, and there was no more magnificent waves that belonged to Zuo Hancheng.