Chapter 78

Crack... After my father was silent for a while, he finally closed his eyes and gently lowered Natasha's legs. At the same time, he gasped and sighed, gently pulled up the quilt to cover Natasha.

Natasha was a little confused when she saw this scene, for some reason why her father suddenly changed.

My father got out of bed, then walked towards the door with a staggering step, his back seemed a little lonely and depressed. Finally, my father slowly returned to his bedroom, sat by the bed, and covered his face with his hands.

Natasha thought for a while and suddenly thought of something. Then she quickly sat up, the quilt slid off her body, revealing her plump breasts, and her nipples were stained with her father's saliva.

I was also a little confused at this time, but then I realized it.

The reason why my father gave up was Natasha's sentence: Dad, don't Ah...

In fact, looking at Natasha's current reaction, Natasha was afraid that her father would not be able to help but insert into her vagina after drinking, but her father might have been wrong.

In the past few days, especially after Natasha's menstruation has passed, Natasha deliberately maintained a distance from her father. How could her father not feel it?

The father might think that Natasha doesn't want to continue with her father anymore, so he looks like her father is in a daze.

In fact, if my father doesn't leave, he will have sex with oral sex in the 69th style, even if he gives his father a blowjob, maybe Natasha will agree.

Because from Natasha's current reaction and previous reactions, we can judge and affirm it.

But I can see that my father cannot.

Crack... Natasha finally lay down. Maybe at the moment, she wanted to comfort her father, but since that's the case, Natasha could only show a hint of helplessness and bitter smile, and a hint of sadness, maybe because of her father, she was also sad.

Uh... I was really speechless when I saw this scene. Such a plot is a bit bloody.

The greater the disappointment, the greater the hope. When my father walked into Natasha's room after drinking, I thought this time it would be successful.

At this moment, I sighed. It was really like the Tang Monk who went to the scriptures, and it was difficult for me to learn from it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally my father lay on the bed. Because the alcohol had already come, my father fell asleep not long after.

The same is true for Natasha, but she fell asleep much later than her father, and I had insomnia for most of the night.

In the morning, I was woken up by the alarm clock. When I woke up, I found that the workers had started construction.

During the meal, I turned on the surveillance screen again because I was not sure if the two of them figured it out after I fell asleep last night, so I secretly got the matter done?

But when I saw the scene at home, I was stunned because Natasha and her father were not at home, and they didn’t even have their quilts folded, and there were still a pool of stains beside the bed in my father’s bedroom.

I was stunned. Is something wrong?

I adjusted the time a little longer, but found that my father suddenly vomited in his sleep less than two hours after he fell asleep. At the same time, the vomit seemed to block the trachea, and my father rolled down from the bed.

Natasha, who had not been sleeping heavily, quickly woke up and ran to her father's room without even wearing any clothes.

Natasha quickly called 120, then began to adjust her father's posture and clean out her vomit by using methods, but her father seemed to choke on the trachea and was not very conscious, as if there were signs of alcohol poisoning.

Natasha was frightened, but years of poverty still made her calm down quickly. After all, her mother-in-law often had this dangerous state before.

Natasha quickly put on her and her father's clothes, and then helped her to the first floor. During the epidemic, she had no taxi when she went out, so she had to wait for 120 to arrive, and then the family was in silence.

After seeing everything, my palms suddenly became sweaty. Looking at my father's mouth spraying vomit, and then when I remembered my father's crazy drinking, I was shocked.

Perhaps my father drank too much. If it was normal sake, there would be no big problem if he drank it like this. My father had a good alcohol content, but my father drank medicinal wine Ah, which was three parts poisonous. My father used to say that he should not drink too much medicinal wine.

Even when my father and Natasha and I were drinking, after drinking a little medicinal wine, they would change to unsoaked sake.

At this moment, I suddenly became panicked and regretted it. I seemed to be having a big time.

Once the medicinal wine is poisoned and the vomit blocks the trachea, it will kill people. If my father loses his life because of this, then I will really regret it for life.

Natasha didn't give me a video, even after time, it seemed that things were serious.

I quickly called the contractor over, then quickly explained a few words, and I immediately called a taxi to rush towards the airport.

My father and I still have a deep relationship. No matter what, he is my father, and he is also a qualified father. His situation is unknown at this time, and I cannot ask Natasha about the situation. I don’t know the situation of the epidemic prevention and control in China. At this time, I just thought that if my father had something to do, I must see him for the last time. This is the traditional Chinese idea.

Fortunately, during the epidemic, there were very few people flying to China, so I still booked a flight. Because Ukraine is not serious yet and there are no cases, I successfully boarded the plane, but it is said that after arriving in China, I had to be quarantined for one week (the quarantine time in the early stage of the epidemic was one week, but it was later changed to 14 days).

That night, I finally got off the plane, without exception. After getting off the plane, no matter what I said, it didn't work. Even the staff were stuffed with money, so I was taken to the isolation area and started a week of quarantine.

I was sitting on the bed in the hotel, and I was really crying at this time. I might as well not come back if I had known.

At this time, it was only a few hours' drive from home, but I couldn't go back and I had to observe it in a week.

I said I wanted to go home to visit my family. My family was in critical condition, otherwise I might be directly deported to Ukraine and go back to wherever I came from.

At night, Natasha finally replied to me about the video, and Natasha looked a little tired.

But Natasha didn't mention her father's visit to the hospital at all. At this time, she was at home and just chatting with me in a hypocritical way.

At this time, I didn't say that I had returned to China because how could I explain that I knew my father went to the hospital?

And I am now in quarantine, so it is better not to worry her.

After chatting for a while, Natasha seemed afraid of revealing a flaw, so she quickly hung up the phone.

I turned on the video surveillance at home, and this time I opened it with my laptop. I saw that the house had been cleaned up by Natasha, but when Natasha left, she also took some personal hygiene supplies, as if she was about to leave home, and my father had not returned home yet.

It seems that my father was hospitalized and the situation is very serious.

At this time, I had no other intention except regret. I just hope that the isolation would end soon and my father would hold on, even if I could see my father for the last time.

And if something happens to my father, I will live in pain and regret for the rest of my life.

As for Natasha didn't tell me about her father's condition, maybe her father just needs to be hospitalized and is not in danger of his life?

At this time, I could only keep guessing.

As the days passed, I stayed in the hotel every day and did nothing. I also had to contact the contractor in Ukraine and videoed Natasha every day. Every time I videoed, Natasha would go home and told me that my father was busy outside and delayed me as much as possible.

The reason why Natasha didn't tell me that something happened to my father was not because she was guilty, but because she didn't want me to worry. After all, I can only be anxious when I was abroad.

On the last day before the end of my quarantine, I opened the surveillance footage at home bored and found that my father was back, with Natasha.

I haven't seen each other for a week, my father's face was a little pale and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, but he was still energetic and seemed to be in a good mood.

After being hospitalized in the hospital for a week, Natasha went to take care of him every day and didn't even come back at night. Seeing her father seemingly happy when he was in a happy event, was there something happened in this week?

It's unlikely, after all, they were in the hospital, and the two of them didn't have the courage.

My quarantine period was over, and I had no health problems, so I was released. I took a taxi and rushed back to my house...