The Prodigal Son Reborn

Yuzhang still wanted to persuade him to accept it, so Xia Mo hugged his arm and shook it from side to side, coquettishly saying, "Dad, is it possible that you still don't believe me?"

"Okay, okay." Yuzhang laughed, "You child, the older you get, the better you will be at deceiving people."

"Where is it?" Xia Mo hugged his arm, resting his head on Yuzhang's chest. He was reborn for ten days, and what he experienced in his previous life is still vivid. The man in front of him even gave up his life for him, but the former him , but always sneered at him.

Thinking of the bastard self in the past, Xia Mo felt ashamed, his eyes were slightly red, and he choked up and said, "Dad, let's sleep together at night, okay?" His room still has an outdated air conditioner, Dad's room There is not even a broken air conditioner.The weather is getting hotter and hotter these days, and he really can't bear his father to sleep in that small room again.

"You're so old, aren't you ashamed to sleep with me?" Although Yuzhang's words were full of helplessness, they also revealed a strong pampering.

Xia Mo's voice was muffled, "No, not at all."

"Okay, then Dad will sleep with you."

At night, after Xia Mo simply took a shower, he went back to his small room.

The thin man was making the bed with his back bowed. Looking at the thin back, Xia Mo suddenly had the urge to cry.

He stepped forward and hugged him from behind.

Yuzhang was taken aback for a moment, patted his hand on his chest, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"No." Xia Mo hung his head, quickly got into the thin quilt, and then patted the vacant space beside him, "Dad?"

Yuzhang smiled silently, took off his shoes, and lay down beside him.

Xia Mo opened his eyes and stared at Yuzhang's side face without blinking. In fact, his father was very good-looking, with the delicate and gentle appearance unique to Omega, but because of perennial worries, coupled with insufficient diet and rest, caused He looks much older than his actual age.

Everything is my fault, if my previous self could be more sensible, my father wouldn't be so troubled and depressed that even his hair would turn gray.

Yuzhang closed his eyes for a while, when he heard sobbing sound from beside him, he quickly opened his eyes, and saw Xia Mo awkwardly turning her back, her head buried in the quilt.

"What's the matter?" he asked hastily.

Xia Mo pursed her mouth and did not speak, only afraid that if she spoke, she would be unable to control her emotions and cry a lot.

Seeing his son so uncomfortable, how could Yuzhang feel relieved, he got up quickly and asked, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Who knew that the more concerned he was about asking, the more uncomfortable Xia Mo felt. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he threw himself into Yuzhang's arms and began to cry, crying, "Dad, I'm sorry for you..."

Yuzhang was terrified by such a big reaction, and he was stunned for a long time before he realized, "What are you talking about, why are you sorry for me? If you can't marry the gentle and considerate Alpha in the future, then you will be sorry for me."

"dad……"

"Don't cry, go to sleep. Exxon freshmen will report in two days, and I have to get up and get ready tomorrow..."

"dad……"

"Mo Mo is the best..."