Qiu Jinghao's eyes were full of tears, and the hand holding the muzzle of the gun trembled, but she avoided saying nothing.

"Okay, I'll let you not say it, I'll kill you today, and then find that man, and let your family of three reunite below!"

As he spoke, his fingers hooked the trigger, and his eyes stared at the person with scarlet eyes, "Qiu Jing is good, you ruthless woman!"

"Mommy"

At the last moment, Ming Jin hugged Mu Ziqian's hand and bit it hard, and suddenly there was a row of blood marks.

Mu Ziqian was in pain, let go of the gun against Qiu Jing's eyebrows, and the child also fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Ming Jin gasped for breath, his face turned red, the frequency of his breathing was short and rapid, and the sound of rustling in his trachea made Qiu Jing's heart skip a beat.

She knelt on the ground and began to touch Ming Jin's pocket, and when she left in the morning, she put a bottle of asthma spray in his pocket, but after rummaging through it, she didn't have it.

Could it be that he just fell off the mountain while skiing?

"Mommy, my mommy, huhu" Ming Jin let out a rough breathing sound, Mu Ziqian twisted his eyebrows and stared at the child who was struggling on the ground, this scene made him feel familiar.

"Ming Jin, wait a minute, wait for Mom"

Qiu Jing shook her hands, she was already nervous and couldn't help herself, she hurriedly ran upstairs, and Ming Jin's xiāng zǐ was still filled with asthma spray.

Back and forth, when she stood at the stairs and watched Mu Ziqian spray asthma spray into the child's mouth, she was stunned.

That's right, Mu Ziqian also has asthma, and Ming Jin inherited his condition.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Ziqian slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were dark and gloomy, his calm and chilling gaze fell on the child in his arms again.

Mu Ziqian's voice was faint, he held the child's head, and asked him softly, "How is it?"

Ming Jin's breath was even, and his face improved a lot, watching Mu Ziqian wipe the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, the child's heart was captured almost immediately.

Father and Son, blood is thicker than water, one longs for family affection, and the other longs for fatherly love.

"It's okay, thank you. ”

Ming Jin's voice was very weak, and Mu Ziqian's heart hurt when he heard it.

At that time, he was really calm, and when he looked at this child again, he found that he not only looked like her, but also looked like him when he was a child.

According to the child's age, I asked her many times that night, and if she was really pregnant, she would be so old.

Mu Ziqian slowly picked up Ming Jin, he was so light, like a feather in his arms.

Qiu Jing hurriedly walked over nervously to pick up the child, but Mu Ziqian didn't even give her a look, and said in a deep voice with complicated emotions:

"Now, can't I even hug him?"

Qiu Jinghao's tears slid out of her eyes in an instant, and she finally didn't dodge when she should have hidden, and she didn't escape if she wanted to escape.

This is fate, irreversible.

Ming Jin looked at Qiu Jinghao, and stretched out his little hand to her, "Mommy, I'm fine." He looked at the person holding him again, "Daddy, don't quarrel with Mommy, okay?"

He said daddy, he had been waiting for an unknown number of years, and today he suddenly heard it, and he had the illusion of a dream, but he still nodded in response.

"Listen to Bao, don't be noisy. ”

His treasure, his treasure.

The soft light in Mu Ziqian's eyes was full of light, at that time, how much fatherly love he carried in his eyes, Fu Feiyang, who was standing on the side, could see it clearly, Mu always really longed for a home.

"Daddy will take you upstairs to sleep for a while. Mu Ziqian walked towards the stairs with the child in her arms, Qiu Jinghao stood behind the two, her hand hanging by her side trembled, she slowly closed her eyes, she had to admit this fate.

In this life, she can't escape.

In the bedroom, Ming Jin rested in the quilt, his breathing sound was shallow and even, and his face was much better than when he first became ill.

Mu Ziqian sat on the sofa opposite the bed, looked at the unfamiliar room, and finally his eyes fell on the child's immature face.

He looked at him quietly, the contours of the child's side face were very delicate, his fair skin was like hers, his hair was very soft, when Mu Ziqian stroked his forehead, he felt the feeling under his palm, and his heart was about to melt.

As soon as the door of the room opened and closed, Qiu Jinghao walked in with a cup of black tea, and her steps were very low, for fear of waking up Ming Jin, Mu Ziqian followed the woman with his eyes, and watched her put the teacup on Ming Jin's desk before taking it back.

Mu Ziqian took a deep breath, before she came, he had just had an asthma attack, and now his breath was still a little unstable, but he tried his best to be calm and indifferent.

"How long have you been living here?" asked Mu Ziqian as he picked up the teacup.

Qiu Jing leaned against the wall and stood opposite him, the distance between the two was still an insurmountable chasm.

She turned her head sideways and looked at Ming Jin, "I've lived there for more than a month." ”

"Is the child adapting? It's too cold, his asthma looks very serious, and staying here for a long time is not good for the condition. ”

Mu Ziqian said lightly, his lips lightly pursed the rich black tea, she made tea with a unique taste, from the first time she made tea for him to drink, he remembered her taste.

Fresh and sweet, the true color of tea.

Qiu Jinghao's voice is very soft, as if telling a long story.

"When Ming Jin was eight months old, I had my first asthma attack, and I was in class at the time, and Aunt Blair took Ming Jin to the hospital and diagnosed it. After that, I paid close attention to my child's body and was always worried that he would relapse. That asthma almost killed Ming Jin, and if Aunt Blair hadn't discovered it in time, I really wouldn't have dared to think about what happened later.

In the past few years, Mingjin's disease has been well controlled, thanks to an authoritative expert in the medical field for asthma treated by Stefan, Mingjin can finally study and live with normal children, before coming here, I consulted the doctor, according to Mingjin's examination data in the last year, there is no problem in living here. ”

"When the child is born, who accompanies you? You are very hard, right?" Mu Ziqian held black tea in his hand, and after he asked this question, he felt that he was not qualified to ask, as a husband, as a father, he had not fulfilled any obligations, what face did he have to ask.

The temperature of the tea passed through the cup to the palm of his hand, but his hands were unusually cold.

Qiu Jing said lightly: "Ming Jin was born prematurely at seven months, and I accidentally slipped and fell at Aunt Blair's house that day, and I didn't have time to go to the hospital, so I was born at home." I've forgotten whether it's hard or not, after all, it's been too long, and it's been six years. ”

Mu Ziqian's hands trembled, thinking that she was only 18 years old back then, she was still a child, and she had to be pregnant with a little bby, the degree of hard work can be imagined.

"You're pregnant, does your father-in-law know?"

She shook her head slightly, "I didn't tell him." ”

"Why don't you say it?"

She was silent.

He guessed her thoughts, "You don't want to tell him, because you're afraid that your father-in-law will tell me." ”

Her silence represented acquiescence, Mu Ziqian sighed lightly, and suddenly felt that he was really a failure.

His wife, pregnant with a child, hid it from him for six years.

"Quiet" Mu Ziqian grabbed the handrail, his brows furrowed, his hand holding the cup was shaking, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

Qiu Jinghao lowered her head and didn't notice that he was wrong.

He put the cup down and made a strange noise on the desk, Qiu Jing raised his eyes and looked at it, and happened to see Mu Ziqian take out asthma spray from his pocket and spray it on himself.

Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly walked over, squatted down, and looked up at him, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Mu Ziqian's face was very bad, it had been a long time since he had an asthma attack last time, but he had always had medicine close to him, just in case he needed it, but he didn't expect to save his child and himself today.

He closed his eyes and panted softly, but he was afraid that she would worry, so he patted her forehead with difficulty.

He couldn't speak, and told her with actions, it's okay, don't worry.

Qiu Jinghao knelt at his feet, her pious eyes seemed to worship the god in her mind, she didn't dare to say anything, but obediently rested on his knees.

Mu Ziqian closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth flashed a bitter but sweet smile, he felt the weight on his knees, after seven years, she was finally willing to stay by his side.

After slowing down for a while, Mu Ziqian opened his eyes, he looked down at her, the woman's long hair was scattered on her shoulders like a waterfall, and the sunlight outside the window gently gathered on the woman's petite body, as if she was dressed in a warm coat.

The bony fingers stroked lightly and slowly from the top of her head, and the satin-like texture of the long hair made him greedy, Mu Ziqian looked at the woman on his knees with doting eyes, and said in a light panting voice:

"You, your temperament is too cold, and you are too stubborn, you don't tell me anything, you take care of everything by yourself, and you don't want to see me?

When I say this, I don't complain about you, I hate myself, as a husband and a father, I haven't fulfilled any obligations, if I do well enough, you won't hide from me for six years, hide for six years. Hehe," he smiled wryly, "what right do I have to blame you." ”

Qiu Jing put her hands on his knees, tilted her head sideways and stared at a void, she listened quietly and did not interrupt him.

Mu Ziqian helped her tuck the broken hair around her ears, the woman's small ear pinna showed soft lines, when he was happy with her, he liked to bite her ears, and every time she shrunk her neck and itched.

"Jinghao, how old is the child?"

She replied, "Six years old." ”

Mu Ziqian repeated to himself, "Six years old" He looked up at the window, the perennial snow had turned into the 10,000-year-old snow mountain in front of him, it turned out that they had missed it for six years.

"Ziqian. ”

"Huh?"

"Leave me alone. ”

“”

Mu Ziqian's expression was gloomy, and after a long time, he asked her, "Why don't you want to be with me?"

She replied more calmly, "Why do you have to tie me up?"

"I said I wanted to be with you, do you believe it?"

She didn't reply, but closed her eyes.

Mu Ziqian sighed silently, he has an imperative attitude towards everything, business, power, connections, women, as long as he wants, as long as he wants, he will try his best to get it, or let them take the initiative to approach him, he has the energy to maneuver and plan, but in the face of her, he chose to wait.

The silence lasted for a moment, and the woman's voice was like a leaf, falling into the calm waters of the lake, and rippling in layers.

She said, "You have everything, can you leave me Mingjin?"

He replied, "I have everything, but not you." ”