"No one doesn't need a father..." Mu Lianshen moved closer to him beside the bed and stretched out his hand to him. "Son, I know you are very sensible and will forgive me sooner or later. Maybe sooner? Why don't you try? With me here, you will feel at ease."

"Before meeting your sister, Dad might have been very decadent, but in order to be a support for An An, I took control of all the connections and power of the Mu family. I'm... pretty good. If you get into trouble, I can cover for you. If you want to join the army or politics, or do anything else, I can pave the way for you. It feels like someone is supporting you from behind. Shao Yu, do you want to try it..."

Holding on?

For example, after Nan Jun got into a fight, Xie Shibo patted him on the shoulder and said, "You did a good job protecting your brother."

Knowing that Nanjun wanted to join the research institute, Xie Shibo tried to make friends with Dr. Weiss and tried every means to help Xie Nanjun achieve his wish.

Is that so?

Fu Shaoyu's chest began to heave violently. When he was a child, he also looked forward to having a father.

He had always wondered what kind of person his father would be.

There is definitely a broad shoulder.

Like a mountain, tall and majestic.

Stare at the person in front of you.

He is no longer young, not even as tall as him.

But his posture is still upright, and his hands have many thick calluses on the palms, which are caused by holding the gun for a long time.

These hands are big and look reassuring.

This is his father.

He never appeared when he was a child, and never appeared when he grew up.

But he was doing other great things.

He hated his absence in his own life, not knowing that he had been a hero who saved others.

Now this hero comes to protect him?

Although his words were a bit shameless, he was right.

He is a father after all.

When he had himself, and there weren't so many coincidences, he also planned the lives of him and his sister.

A son wants to support his parents, but they are no longer there?

Will he really not have any regrets then?

Fu Shaoyu asked himself this.

I’m afraid so.

He smiled resignedly, slowly reaching out his hand and holding his.

Mu Lianshen held his hand tightly, "Hehehe,"

Slowly, his laughter became louder and louder, and he pulled him into his arms, "Son, Dad is very happy..."