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Lu Anyao only saw her son half a year later, a pink and lovely baby, small, white, black and fluffy, with a pair of dark eyes, and the purest innocence in his eyes. He giggled at her, and couldn't speak, only babbling and waving his little hands for her to hug. She hugged him stiffly under the expectant gaze of the babysitter, and his little hand was limp and touched her cheek......

Her eyes were red, and hot tears immediately burst out of her eyes. She threw the child back to the nanny in a panic and locked herself in her room and cried for a day and a night. The next day, she flew abroad again.

There are many people in China who have the idea of her, the richest single woman. This single richest woman is different from others, she is not very old, too young, she does not look like someone who has had children at all, and they don't care if she has had children. In order to promote cooperation, they do not hesitate to use all kinds of beautiful male tricks. She can be drugged by anyone who drinks alcohol, but fortunately she is much smarter, and she can distinguish the drugs, and no one succeeds; there are always people who want to get her drunk, and she can be pushed into the arms of men on the flat ground. There were too many men they sent, all sorts, but none of them were able to succeed in taking her down.

Over time, those people gradually stopped thinking about it, and they said that maybe she liked women.

The son is only one year old, and An Yao's family has changed to a nanny. At the beginning, the nanny took care of Lu Qingxun for a year, but because her husband was seriously ill, she had to go back to take care of her. An Yao gave her some help and let her go back. The new nanny, Peach Hong, is a young woman who has been married for only a few years, with raised eyebrows and eyes, with a little restlessness. But An Yao didn't pay too much attention to it, because she didn't care much about Lu Qingxun.

An Yao is a busy person, she hardly stays home for a year, and it is a miracle to be at home for two or three days in a month. She gave Peach a higher salary for a month, and asked her to take care of her son, whatever her son needed, Peach just had to buy. Taohong does take good care of her, just like taking care of her own son, at least that's what An Yao sees every time she goes home.

But that's all false appearances.

Once, she came home early from a business trip and forgot to inform Rose, and then she saw a scene she will never forget. Pink and a young man, doing shameless things on her family's fancy couch. Their clothes were thrown to the ground, and they did it mercilessly.

The lavish hall was a mess, with food on the table and garbage on the floor.

Where is Lu Qingxun?

At that moment, she was terrified, and the first thing that came to her mind was her son. She didn't have time to teach the dog men and women in the living room a lesson, and rushed upstairs. Two five or six-year-olds were playing with toys in her son's room, and her two-year-old son was huddled alone in the corner, his pink face with a scratch.

She subconsciously peeled off his clothes, only to see that his body was full of traces of abuse, her heart was like a knife, and her heart was dripping blood.

"Qingxun, Qingxun, I'm a mother......" she said over and over again, repentantly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry......"

Lu Qingxun was still shrunk in the corner, his small thin body trembled, his head was raised, he was too good-looking, like a delicate doll, but his face was expressionless. His dark eyes looked at An Yao, which was full of confusion, strangeness, rejection, fear, and resistance.

Unfamiliar.

His little mouth pursed and he didn't say a word, like looking at a stranger, and then he continued to hang his little head, completely ignoring An Yao.

An Yao screamed in pain and held him in his arms, tightly. He was very resistant, and he kept struggling, struggling like a lion cub, but after all, he was only two years old, and his strength was very different, and he was still hugged hard by An Yao.

An Yao kicked out all the people in the family, they lived in her house, used her money, ate her food, but abused her son. The man still wanted to beat her idea, An Yao almost took out a knife as if she was crazy, and forced people away, no one can underestimate the strength of a mother.

She took Peach to court, and she wanted Peach to pay back ten times as much! Peach laughed, her words were like a hammer, beating An Yao's heart sharply, "What kind of mother are you, you are not as good as me! Have you seen him a few times, does he remember his birthday? Do you know when he sleeps every night? Do you know what he likes to eat? You ......

She said so much, but An Yao didn't know anything except Lu Qingxun's birthday, and she didn't know anything.

In a trance, she remembered that someone had said something to her, he said that he was reluctant to die, she was too stupid, and he was afraid that she would be bullied in the future.

It's funny, it's funny.

An Yao has become ruthless and resolute since then. Of course, the object of the vigorous and resolute is not her son.

She began to take extra care of her son in order to make up for the motherhood she had not fulfilled in the past two years. She won't be as busy as she used to be, and she will find time every day to spend with her son.

She lived in Lu Qingxun's room, slept with him every night, and gently held him in her arms. Lu Qingxun didn't want to be hugged by strangers, he was very vigilant, always struggling with his little hands and feet, but she still ignored his wishes and hugged him. After a week like this, the little person may know that he can't resist, so he doesn't have to struggle. But he remained indifferent, with an indifference that should not be present in a child of this age.

She would cook for him, make all kinds of novel and delicate meals and snacks, and just want to feed him like a meaty little chubby.

She bought him toys and talked to him, whether he wanted to listen or not. She wanted to teach him to read and read, but Lu Qingxun never said a word, and always kept his mouth closed. She would tell him bedtime stories every night, and sometimes she would gently hum nursery rhymes to him, humming and humming and he would fall asleep.

He sleeps quietly, unlike other children, who lie defenselessly on the bed with their limbs spread out. One of his hands would habitually be placed on the other arm, which made An Yao feel distressed and heartbroken. The little guy is still so immature, he has no sense of security about the world.

She would reach out and touch his delicate little face lovingly, copying his features, he looked a little like her, only a third, and the other two-thirds did not look like her. She would touch his short, soft hair, touch his little hands, and she couldn't put it down when she touched it. Every woman has a time when motherhood is overflowing, and they are always especially fond of pink and cute things. What's more, this thing is nothing else, it is the son she gave birth to in October.

Over time, Lu Qingxun's eyes changed when she looked at her, and there began to be a trace of familiarity, dependence, and closeness in her clear eyes, which made An Yao ecstatic.