Chapter 264: The Story in the Belly

Li Xiaoxue is most afraid of thinking about what is in her stomach now, but she is also the easiest to think of.

"Not for the sake of so-called chastity, a woman should really pay attention to this aspect, otherwise, the most hurt will be a woman after all." It's not because she Li Xiaoxue is a girl herself that she thinks that in all kinds of media, she has seen too many tragedies of girls who have been abandoned by boys.

"God is unfair." She continued to complain, "Women have the 'evidence' of chastity, what is the definition of a man's ethics? Although few people pay too much attention to this aspect now, they just don't care too much, and it is really rare to not take it seriously at all. Otherwise, why are so many people willing to spend money to fix it? ”

Speaking of "repair", after breaking up with Zhong Youcheng, she didn't think about it. However, she was a little disdainful of this. She still thinks that if she does that, she can deceive a man, but she can't deceive her own heart. Compared with a man's narrow psychological "satisfaction", what she values more is her true feelings in that regard. She cherishes her "first time", really not because of that thin guy, but because her marriage tends to be more "complete". Since it is the first time, of course, it is also the only one in her life. After all, she has already paid, and any form of compensation lies with her, and there is no substantive meaning.

And now, of course, she is not only entangled in this, which makes her toss and turn uneasy, but more importantly, her stomach.

"Why is it the woman who gets pregnant, not the man?" This seems to be a nonsense question, but it is true, she has complained to her more than once, and when she thinks about it again, she feels even more aggrieved, "Women are already weak, but they have to bear this!" ”

She never felt like someone she didn't want to take on. If her emotions themselves are happy, no matter how much she is asked to bear, she will not complain, not only will she have no complaints, but she will also bear it happily because of emotional happiness.

Even if it is really painful, when you are willing to bear it, it can really become a kind of happiness.

The reason why she gave her body to Zhong Youcheng was that in addition to the collapse of her IQ, it was also indispensable to the anesthesia of the wine. But she couldn't complain about anything. When something happened, she knew that she could blame herself.

"It's just, no matter how much you blame yourself, what practical problems can you solve?" She asked herself, and felt something move in her stomach.

Of course, she also knew that this was all an illusion on her part, and even if she was really pregnant, she couldn't feel it so quickly.

And this illusion arises from time to time, and every time it arises, it will make her reflex the same as a frightened bird.

Whether you are pregnant or not, it is still unknown. Half of the probabilities, but she didn't dare to have any luck.

She could only think in directions she didn't want.

What she needs to know is not that she is lucky and what will happen if she is not pregnant, but that she is unlucky, what should she do if she is pregnant.

She'd rather have a false alarm than sit still.

Zhong Youcheng, the other party related to it, has already cut her in two, refuses to communicate with old age, and really leaves such blood in her body, how will she deal with the life that is about to be conceived?

Of course, she could choose to end such a pregnancy, but she was unwilling to do so.

Never in her life had she given up anything so completely.

And if she doesn't give up, what will she do? Can she repeat the mistakes of the past just because of such a life and continue to be the "woman" in Zhong Youcheng's mouth?

No, she can't. Li Mu's level, she couldn't pass it in the first place.

She came to raise alone? Being a single mother?

But after all, there is another person who is most direct to this life in this world. Can she completely cut off this life from its "source"?

She seemed to be thinking too much, but no matter how much she thought about it at this time, it didn't seem superfluous to herself.

Nor can this be counted as self-inflicted. 50% of the possibility also made her have to take precautions.

However, she obviously does not have the ability to make such decisions. She let out a cry as if she was about to tear something apart in her heart.

"Ahh

She couldn't shout it out of her mouth, she couldn't hear it from anyone other than herself.

She became more irritable.

She rolled over again, lying on her stomach, on the surface of the bed.

She felt that her tears were once again pouring out like a flood that burst the embankment, and she couldn't help but punch her on the bed a few times, and then bit her lower lip so hard that she didn't let herself cry.

The cry was held in her stomach, and her whole body trembled violently, so that the bed made a "squeak" sound.

Such a "squeak" sound is actually only heard by her, but she feels that it is enough for Li Mu outside the room to notice.

- She is already preoccupied, but during this period of time, she is even more careful and careful, a movement, an insignificant movement, seems to be able to affect and change her present, and even the rest of her life.

She grabbed a blanket and wrapped her body tightly, and when her body finally stopped shaking, she covered her head again, and in this blanket, she cried wetly.

In this way, when she finally stopped crying, the god of sleep came.

Her beautiful eyes, which were still with tears, inadvertently closed gently.

Dreams, and with them.

Her soul was instantly detached from her body, and she drifted lightly, with a gust of wind, into a dream.

The dream realm is extremely vast, boundless in all directions.

Her soul fluttered for a while, and gradually plumped up her delicate flesh and bones, gently, only to fall into the dust of the dream, the voice of a childish girl, suddenly shouted "Mom" not far away.

This sound also came with a gust of wind, which made her whole heart melt.

"Mommy, Mommy......" The cry was like a crisp bell, ringing in succession until it reached her.

She bent down, picked the girl up, and happily kissed her on the cheek.

The girl's face is almost a copy of hers.

"Can you be obedient today? Got safflower? She asked with a smile as she walked with the girl in her arms.

The corners of the girl's mouth suddenly pursed, as if she was about to cry.

"Yo yo yo, my little princess, what's wrong? What's wrong? She hurriedly asked cheerfully.

"Didn't get safflower today." The girl said, "Wow", and began to cry.

She shook her head, wiped away the girl's tears, and comforted her, saying, "No, there will be none." Didn't Mom tell you that as long as we work hard, we'll be fine? ”

"It's not that the baby doesn't work hard, you see." The girl shook her head and took out a painting.

It's a picture of her and the girl.

She looked at it, looked puzzled, and said, "What's the matter?" How good it is. Babies are talented in drawing. ”

"Nope! The teacher asked us to draw a family, but I, I didn't draw my father. So, I, I didn't turn in my homework. The teacher even punished me for sweeping the floor. The girl cried.

Her heart suddenly twisted like a knife, and after hugging the girl's head, and letting the girl's chubby face lie on her shoulder, sour tears fell.

"Mom," the girl asked again, crying again, "where is my father?" What does he look like? You always tell me that he will come back to see us soon, but why, he hasn't come back yet? ”

She shook her head bitterly again, and reluctantly said, "I'm not telling you, your father is a painter, a great painter. He's traveling the world, painting outside. It won't be long before I'll be back. ”

"Can you get him back first? The children all said that I was a wild child without a father. The girl said aggrievedly.

"Don't listen to kids." As she said this to the girl, a cry of "wild child" sounded in her ears, which made her eyes black for a while, "Your father is really busy." He was afraid that he would not be able to come back at this time. ”

The girl was still sobbing aggrievedly: "Does he not like me?" Otherwise, no matter how busy he is, he won't come back to see me. ”

She gently stroked the girl's head again and said, "He likes you." How could he not like you? He'll be back to see you soon. ”

The girl slowly lifted her face off her shoulders, and when she saw that she was in tears, she wiped her face with her little hand: "Mother, why are you crying?" Do you miss your dad? ”

She grabbed the girl's soft little hand, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't speak.

"Mom, you miss Dad, just look at Dad's picture." The girl said sadly.

She smiled as hard as she could and said, "Of course Mom misses Dad, but Mom is even more happy to see the baby so sensible, so she cries." ”

The girl believed it, and like a little adult, she nodded her head and said, "Can I take a look at Daddy's picture?" I took his picture so that I could draw him. Otherwise, I won't be able to hand in my homework tomorrow, and I will still be punished by the teacher. ”

"Your father," she said embarrassedly, "he doesn't like to be photographed." ”

"Well, how can it be ......," the girl said with some disappointment, and then asked, "Then, can I paint according to Uncle Han?" A lot of people say he's my dad too? ”

"Who told you that?" She was angry and anxious, and her face couldn't help but look ugly.

When the girl saw that she was upset, she cried again, "wow".

She hurriedly coaxed again: "The baby doesn't cry, the baby doesn't cry, it's the mother who is not good, and the mother is scared of the baby." ”

The girl cried even more: "I also asked Uncle Han, and Uncle Han himself asked me to call him Dad!" ”

"This Han Haitao!" She hated in her heart and didn't know how to tell the girl, but Han Haitao smiled and walked over from a distance.

She shook her head helplessly, put down the girl, and let the girl go to play by herself first, without waiting for Han Haitao to get closer, she said angrily to Han Haitao: "How can you let the baby call you dad?" ”

Han Haitao said with some excitement: "The baby has always gotten along very well with me. Xiaoxue, I am willing to treat her like a father. ”

She was furious: "I really don't know how to tell you!" Like a father? Do you know how far away you can be from a real father? No one can replace such a role! ”

Han Haitao shook his head again: "Xiaoxue, you and your aunt have been dependent on each other for more than 20 years, you should know how difficult it is for a woman to live with a child." It's not just you, it's the baby. I know that I will never be able to be the father of my baby, but I will do my best and I will do better and more competently than a biological father. Xiaoxue, stop rejecting me, okay? It makes my heart really uncomfortable to see you suffer so much. ”

She still couldn't agree: "No matter how hard it is, it is my life, and I should bear it." I can take the baby on my own. ”

"You shouldn't have to take that. I won't allow you to endure this. You're just getting started, and your baby is getting bigger and bigger, and there will be more and more things that need to be done by you. It's going to be really hard for you alone. Even if you are only my wife in name only, let me take care of you and the baby, is it not enough? When Han Haitao said this, his eyes turned red.

She couldn't see Han Haitao like this, so she turned around and said resolutely: "I'm really used to living with the baby." In the past few years, you have also done a lot for me, but whenever you do something for me, you know, my heart is really uncomfortable. You should have your own life, too. ”

"No!" Han Haitao stubbornly turned to her again, and said sadly, "Without you, my life is really no different from a dead person." I only think it's meaningful if I do it for you. Just give me a hand and let me into your life and your baby's life, okay? ”

She was about to shake her head, and an eerie voice seemed to come from above: "Dog man and woman! ”

This book is derived from reading the rim