Mecha Forger

Tang Fan felt that he had slept for a long time, and his whole body ached. After working hard for a long time, he finally opened his eyes and saw at a glance the old man Li Banxia and the young man next to him who looked at him with an excited expression and looked like Song Ci. young man.

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

With one sentence, the young man's expression gradually solidified.

Mr. Li Banxia patted his shoulder, glanced at Tang Fan, and said angrily: "How can you be such a mother? 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 the blink of an eye, the child has grown so big?

She was afraid she might have given birth to Nezha!

However, Mr. Li Banxia is not someone who makes jokes casually.

Tang Fan pondered for a moment, then hurriedly opened his computer and checked the date.

The next second, his expression froze.

"I……"

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

This coma lasted for sixteen years.

Thanks to your Song Mufan's active efforts, otherwise, you would still be lying down!

You still have the nerve to ask someone who they are!

Isn’t it a shame? "

Although Mr. Li Banxia's heartbreaking words were very watery, they also successfully aroused Tang Fan's guilt.

As an upright female man, no, a girl, Tang Fan has always been responsible and responsible.

This kind of failure to recognize his own son, even if there is a reason, will also hurt the young heart of the children. Tang Fan looked at his somewhat unfamiliar son obediently and said, "I'm sorry!"

Sorry, I couldn't recognize you at first sight!

Sorry, I didn’t grow up with you!

Sorry for the hard work on you!

…

Three simple words, but full of thousands of words, passed through Song Mufan's ears and directly hit his heart, bringing back many memories of the young man.

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

The young man who was not used to showing his feelings quickly turned his head away.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the tears from falling.

The moment he saw the young man's tears, a trace of panic flashed in Tang Fan's eyes.

She was not good at comforting others, and she was even more at a loss when facing her own child whom she had missed for sixteen years.

Encouraged by Mr. Li Banxia's eyes, the clumsy Tang Fan raised his hand with difficulty and rubbed the young man's head.

That good touch made Tang Fan immediately understand the reason why everyone loves to rub their heads.

Tang Fan's body and mind suddenly felt happy.

But the little boy under her hands was not very happy physically and mentally.

The body of the kid who was raped instantly stiffened, and the uncontrollable tears stopped immediately.

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

Under the young man's gaze, Tang Fan's palm that was still on the young man's head moved again.

Then, Tang Fan finally put down his hand with satisfaction and said shamelessly, "This is the first time we meet, please take care of me!"

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

Listening to the unconventional conversation between mother and son, Mr. Li Banxia was speechless and asked the sky.

He couldn't keep warm in this situation.

Still, let’s find foreign aid!

Little Sun Song Aifan, maybe a good choice?