Welcome?

It's as if she's the hostess here.

Wen Softly lowered her eyes, but when she didn't hear it, the white cane nodded in the direction of her memory, she hadn't seen the baby for a day.

Suddenly—

The cane seemed to lose its sense of direction and slid forward a step forward.

Wen Soft's heart tightened, and he staggered forward two or three steps before he could barely stand firm, and in a dark world, it seemed that he could only hear his own breathing.

There are still small footsteps approaching.

Then a weak and boneless hand put his arm around her, and Zhou Anqian explained softly: "Miss Wen fell a few days ago and rubbed the floor, the old lady just asked someone to wax, and now it is still a little slippery, so let me help you in." ”

"No......" Wen Soft's throat tightened, and before he could say the words of refusal, a soft voice came from his ear: "Hmm... Mom..."

Muttered indistinctly, holding back two cries.

Baby——

Her soft eyelashes trembled, but her heart pounded, and her hand subconsciously stretched out towards the baby, and then, a soft melodic ballad stopped her movements.

Zhou Anqian hummed a tune, withdrew his soft hand, gently patted the baby's back, and said softly: "Good baby, I'll play with you later, okay?"

She spoke slowly, her voice was soft, very affinity, and soon, the baby pouted and grinned out loud, and giggled in Zhou Anqian's arms.

Zhou An's shallow eyes turned back to his soft and pale little face, and he said leisurely: "Miss Wen has just been discharged from the hospital, you should pay more attention to rest, let me take care of the baby, besides, ......"

Breathe softly, what?

Zhou Anqian's gaze paused on her face, and then he said with a pretended embarrassment: "This ...... It is also the meaning of thunder owl. ”

What he meant, these words were like a hammer hammer on a soft heart.

All that remained in her mind was the sharp and cold voice of the man in the space that had just been confined to her: You know what I hate about you the most.

The baby's voice was close at hand, and every cell in her body seemed to be screaming for the baby, but she couldn't hold it.

What he hated most was her superfluous existence.

Her hand hanging at her side clenched so tightly that it almost pinched the blood, as if this was the only way to suppress the urge.

She came back to her senses, her throat tightened, and she said word by word: "Then, please ask Miss Zhou to take care of my child." ”

The last four words are particularly important.

Immediately brushed away Zhou Anqian's hand to hold herself, the white cane barely supported her thin body, slowly advancing on the waxed floor, and walking towards the stairs step by step.

Looking at the back of the gentle and difficult to leave, Zhou An's beautiful eyes bent, his beautiful face became more and more proud, and his slender fingers shook lightly in front of the baby, and the baby grinned and giggled.

This laughter, into the soft ears, is like a thorny thorn, which cannot be touched or touched.

Her steps became faster and faster, and the moment she closed the door, her body went limp, and she slowly slid down the door, burying her head in her knees, and a feeling of powerlessness came.

She only has a baby, why doesn't he even give it to her?

Her baby ......

Her soft eyes lit up, she seemed to think of something, she got up, came to the desk, groped with memory, and finally touched a beautiful photo frame between her fingers.

This is a 100-day photo of the baby.

She held it in her arms like a treasure, although she couldn't see it, but she cherished everything about the baby.

Listening to Wu's mother, this baby smile is very cute, if only I could see his appearance.

A soft place in his heart was rubbed, and he gently and carefully put Baitianzhao back on the table.

Pop, what's it?

Wen Soft squatted down, hurriedly groped, and finally touched a corner on the ground, coiled with thorns and roses, and her hands were stunned.

This is, her wedding photo.

Recalling his indifference on the wedding day, the loss in his soft heart was infinitely magnified......

"Mr. Fu, are you willing to marry Miss Wen and never separate?"

At his wedding to her, the priest asked but did not get a response from him.

He didn't answer that day because he felt that this was a betrayal of Zhou Anqian?

When I put a ring on myself, was I thinking about Zhou Anqian?

Because of Zhou Anqian's love and attachment, he was extremely cold to her, even every time he ...... It is also extraordinarily perfunctory.

What is he in his heart?

The waste that has to marry into the door for the sake of bone marrow, is it a substitute for Zhou Anqian, or is it a fertility tool that can be discarded at will?

The soft and empty eyes oozed a faint sadness, and then he smiled weakly.

But the person he once felt sorry for is now coaxing his children downstairs.

Now, he should get his wish, right?

Downstairs, the baby in his arms has big black grape-like eyes, blinking and looking around, and it has reached the number of months when he will be naughty.

"Baby, do you miss your father? I'll take you to find it. Zhou Anqian gently patted the baby's back and walked towards the upstairs study.

"Knock knock. ”

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Fu Tingxiao's train of thought, his face suddenly gloomy, and his voice was cold and impatient: "Who?"

Gentle never bothered him when he was working.

"Thunderbolt. Zhou Anqian pushed the door of the study open, gently shook the baby's soft arm with his fingers, and beckoned his little hand in the direction of Fu Tingxiao: "The baby misses his father." ”

Seeing that Fu Tingxiao's face was not good, Zhou Anqian was not afraid at all. She walked slowly towards this side with her arms in her arms, staring at Fu Tingxiao's deep eyes: "Tingxiao, look at the baby, how cute it is." ”

Fu Tingxiao's gaze crossed her and landed on the clock on the wall, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, which was the time for the baby to take a nap.

His brows furrowed, he raised his hand to press his temples, and his tone was a little reserved: "Take him to rest." ”

Zhou Anqian naturally refused, she put the baby on the leather sofa, and then approached Fu Tingxiao alone, and pressed his broad shoulders with both hands, with moderate strength.

Within two clicks, he surrounded Fu Tingxiao from behind, and his tone was low: "A family of three, you said that you like this state the most." ...... at the beginning"

Fu Tingxiao sat at the table, his eyes as dark as night, like a bottomless pool, he grabbed Zhou Anqian's wrist: "You know what you're doing." ”

The calm male voice became clearer and clearer in the quiet study, and Zhou An smiled charmingly, "Of course." ”

She walked forward, sat on his lap with a fascinated face, the air was instantly filled with the unique smell of her body, her slender arm hooked Fu Tingxiao's neck, buried her head in his neck, and chuckled lowly.

Then he raised his head and exhaled a hot and moist breath sprayed on the side of his earlobe, "The baby misses you, don't you really hug you?"