Mentioning Yangyang, Lu Dongming also had a tender expression on his face and said to his mother, “Yangyang is the one I held in my arms tonight to fall asleep, and when he slept peacefully in my arms, I looked at him and my heart softened into a puddle of spring water.”
“This child, the more I look at him, the cuter he gets, I like him more and more.”
“I don’t dare to expect him to call me father, hearing him crisply call me Uncle Lu, my heart is blossoming.”
Zhou Honglin is still alive.
Yang Yang’s relationship with his dad was not deep, but he knew that Zhou Honglin was his dad.
In the past, when Lu Dongming coaxed Yangyang, he wanted to be Yangyang’s stepfather, and Yangyang even said that he had a father and didn’t need to look for another father, and also said that he wasn’t greedy, and that one father was enough, and that he didn’t need two fathers.
Yangyang’s words made Lu Dongming understand that Yangyang would not change his name and call him dad.
Therefore, he is not forced, in the future can marry Hai Ling, can and Hai Ling together to raise Yang Yang grown up, listening to Yang Yang call him uncle Lu, he is also satisfied.
After all, he robbed Yang Yang’s mum.
“Yangyang is very cute and loved by everyone, there is no one who has seen him who doesn’t like him.”
Mrs Lu looked at her son and said, “Wait until you and Hai Ling cultivate the fruit, Yangyang if you are willing to call your father, call, do not want to call, we can not force him, how to say that his real father are still there, also pay his maintenance, can not erase the existence of people’s real father.”
“If, you and Hai Ling can still have a child, mum can rest in peace even if she dies.”
Her four sons, the first three sons are married, also become a father, only this youngest son makes her worried.
In the past, she couldn’t see Hai Ling and didn’t agree with her son and Hai Ling being together.
Now, she is willing to accept Hai Ling, but her son is in a wheelchair again, and the two young people have not yet made a success of it, and do not know when they can be together.
Both people are thirty years old, wait until the two people really together, and then let Hai Ling pregnant and give birth to a baby, it belongs to the high age of maternity, in view of her son’s deep love for Hai Ling, he is afraid that Hai Ling will not let him give birth to a child at an advanced age.
Thinking of the possibility that her youngest son might not have a biological child, Mrs Lu’s heart ah, still pricked and stung.
After Lu Dongming pursed his lips, he said to his mother, “Mum, what happens later, let’s talk about it later, right now, Hai Ling and I are just friends, we talk about work, we talk about our hearts, we don’t talk about love for now.”
Hai Ling accompanied him, and he accompanied Hai Ling.
What happens in the future, who knows.
Mrs Lu sighed, “I’m a mother, how can I not want my children and grandchildren’s affairs? Mum is just saying, you young people’s affairs, you make your own decisions, mum won’t intervene again. It’s late, mum pushes you upstairs, rest early.”
“Please mum.”
“What’s the point of being so polite between mother and son.”
Mrs Lu got up and supported the wheelchair, allowing her son to get up and sit in the wheelchair himself.
After Lu Dongming sat in the wheelchair, Mrs Lu pushed Lu Dongming towards the lift entrance.
After Lu Dongming’s accident, knowing that Lu Dongming would have to sit in a wheelchair for a long period of time, the Lu family immediately installed a lift in their home to make it easier for Lu Dongming to go up and down the stairs.
Mrs Lu pushed Lu Dongming into the lift, and the lift quickly brought mother and son up to the first floor.
“Mum, you go rest too, I can go to my room by myself, good night.”
Mrs Lu hmmm’d, and gave a few more instructions, after Lu Dongming slid the wheelchair by himself, Mrs Lu returned to her room.
Pushing open the door to her room, she found that the light in her room was on.
Her husband had woken up at some point, and was currently sitting against the bed, holding a magazine in his hand and flipping through it, but Mrs Lu knew that he couldn’t read it, and wouldn’t really be reading a magazine, as her husband wasn’t wearing his presbyopia glasses.