Chu Mochen directly chose to ignore it, his mommy always looked at him and smirked and got used to it.

Gu Che walked up to Zhuang Xiaoyan and asked, "What happened during her sleep?" ”

"No, the condition is stable, but I haven't woken up."

"Hand her over to me, madam, you take the dust out and scatter, here I am."

Chu Mochen was unwilling, he wanted to be by her side at any time, and he agreed when he thought of Zhuang Xiaoyan.

In the small garden of the hospital, the roses bloom brightly and delicately, lonely in the sun, and no one appreciates them.

Chu Mochen often doesn't sleep well at night, even if he tries hard to rest himself, as soon as he closes his eyes, it is Zhuang Xiaoyan, he doesn't remember how long he hasn't come out, if it wasn't for Wang Jing pulling him out, it is estimated that he would still be stuffy in the hospital.

"Xiaochen, go downstairs for a walk, take a break, and then go back to rest, you will always be sick if you are stuck in the ward, don't be okay when Xiaoxiao comes, but you are sick."

"Mom, I'm sorry."

It's really rare, if Chu Mochen wants to say these three words, not everyone is qualified to hear them.

As soon as I walked to the side of the garden, I heard someone crying.

A very small cry, as if suppressed, she didn't seem to want others to know that she was crying, her voice was very low, and it sounded like there was some rustling texture, woman? Who's crying?

Wang Jing walked over lightly, a woman was sitting on a small stool in the garden, she was wearing a soft hospital gown, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, she covered her face, tears continued to overflow from her fingers, cold flowing, hurting Wang Jing's heart.

The woman noticed that someone was walking away from her, hurriedly turned around, hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, slightly embarrassed, Wang Jing walked over and sat down beside her gently, Wang Jing asked, "Alone, why are you hiding here and crying?" ”

She had just cried, her voice was a little hoarse, she couldn't hold back the grief in her heart, and the woman's voice couldn't stop choking, Wang Jing handed the tissue to the woman.

"The kid doesn't." The woman said, her eyes couldn't help but redden, "My seven-month-old child died, I..., forget it, why am I telling you this." ”

Wang Jing didn't ask too much about how sad it was to lose her child as a mother.

She was really sad, but she didn't know how to solve it, so she could only hide here and cry alone.

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "The child is my life, I would rather have an accident with me than a child, he hasn't come to this world yet... I'm really not a good mother, he must be lonely and cold when he is alone over there. The more the woman spoke, the more uncomfortable she became, and finally she lay in Wang Jing's arms and cried bitterly.

Wang Jing let her cry, she is also a mother, she understands.

"It's going to be fine, it's going to pass." Wang Jing patted her on the shoulder.

The woman moistened her eyes and shook her head slightly, "No......"

"Silly boy, it has nothing to do with you." Wang Jing exhaled deeply, "It's not your fault that you don't protect the child well, you can have it again if the child is gone, and if the adult is gone, there will be nothing." ”

Maybe that's what fate is.

"Thank you......" The woman glanced at Wang Jing.

Chu Mochen thought of Zhuang Xiaoyan and fell into deep thought.