Tang Fan felt that he had been sleeping for a long time, and his whole body was in pain. After working hard for a long time, he finally opened his eyes and saw Mr. Li Banxia and the young man beside him who looked at him with an excited look, looking similar to Song Ci.

Tang Fan frowned, looked at Mr. Li Banxia, ​​and asked carefully: "Who is this?"

In one sentence, the boy's expression gradually solidifies.

Old Man Li Banxia patted his shoulder, glanced at Tang Fan, and said angrily: "How could you be so stupid? You can't even recognize your own son."

Tang Fan was stunned when he heard this.

Didn’t she just give birth to a baby in the infirmary?

In a blink of an eye, the child is so old?

She was afraid that she had given birth to Nezha!

However, Mr. Li Banxia is not a person who can joke around casually.

Tang Fan pondered for a moment, and scrambled to open his brain and checked the date.

The next second, the expression also solidified.

"I……"

Mr. Li Banxia sighed and took over the conversation, "After you gave birth to your Song Mufan, you fell into a coma because of excessive blood loss.

This coma has been sixteen years.

Fortunately, your Song Mufan works hard, otherwise you will still be lying down!

You have the nerve to ask who they are!

Are you guilty of losing money?”

Mr. Li Banxia's heartbroken words, although they were very humid, also successfully aroused Tang Fan's guilt.

As a tomboy who stands tall, no, a girl, Tang Fan has always been responsible and responsible.

This kind of incident of not recognizing his own son, even if the cause is caused, it will also hurt the children's young minds. Tang Fan looked at his somewhat strange son obediently and spoke, "I'm sorry!"

Sorry, I couldn't recognize you at a glance!

Sorry, I didn’t grow up with you!

Sorry, I've made you work hard!

...

The three simple words were filled with thousands of words. Through Song Mufan's ears, they directly hit his heart, and evoked many memories of the boy.

Everything that has been suffered in the past sixteen years, the unwillingness, grievances and pressure, collapsed in front of these three words, turning into a line of tears and falling down.

The boy who is not used to letting his feelings go out quickly.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop the tendency of tears falling.

The moment he saw the boy's tears, a hint of panic flashed in Tang Fan's eyes.

She is not good at comforting others, and she is even more at a loss when facing her own children who have missed sixteen years.

Encouraged by Mr. Li Banxia's eyes, Tang Fan, who was clumsy, raised his hand with difficulty and ruled the boy's head.

The good touch made Tang Fan understand why everyone loves to rub their heads.

Tang Fan's body and mind suddenly became happy.

But the young man under her hands was not very happy physically and mentally.

The body of the boy who was rua was instantly stiff, and the unstoppable tears stopped.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Tang Fan with disbelief.

Under the teenager's gaze, Tang Fan's palm, which was still on the top of the teenager's head, moved again.

Then, Tang Fan finally put down his hand with satisfaction and spoke with shamelessness, "Please take care of him for the first time when we meet!"

Song Mufan looked at his mother's pale and thin hand with a complicated expression, and said slowly: "Everyone! Each other!"

Listening to the unusual conversation between the mother and son, Mr. Li Banxia asked the sky speechlessly.

He can't get warm in this situation.

Or, find foreign aid!
Chapter completed!