The next day, the weather was 'overcast' and gloomy, large lead-like dark clouds pressed overhead, it was already ten o'clock, but there was no brightness, Zhuang Xiaoyan slept a little stiffly, and his neck was very uncomfortable.

She vaguely remembered lying on Chu Mochen's shoulder last night, where did the others go now, the front desk said that he went to buy breakfast, and he couldn't find him after looking around the hospital.

After breakfast, Chu Mochen's company had something that he needed to deal with.

Zhuang Xiaoyan personally sent him into the car, and the car kept moving forward, Zhuang Xiaoyan's heart was sour.

I feel a little lost, but I can understand it.

It is impossible for Chu Mochen to accompany her all the time, after the honeymoon, he should have accumulated a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

She lazily took a shower and changed her clothes, and the attending physician came over and said that the child did not leave a sequelae, and now he is just very weak, pay more attention to food, feed more water, but it is much better than before.

Fine snow 'flowers' fell from the sky, the kind that was as small as a cow's 'hair', Zhuang Xiaoyan felt very beautiful, she liked snowy days, especially such a light snow, it would be better if Chu Mochen could be by her side.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the shoes under her feet made a sound of kicking and stomping, and she heard that Chu Mochen's side was very quiet, so she asked, "Still in the company?" ”

"Well, there's still a meeting to start in the afternoon, I'll accompany you when I'm done." Chu Mochen said lightly.

Hearing that a secretary on his side was urging him to go to a meeting, Zhuang Xiaoyan was a little reluctant but pretended to be generous and said: "You go to the meeting, work is the most important." ”

Chu Mochen said to the person behind him, "Wait." ”

Then into the phone, a deep voice slowly spit out a sentence, "Wife, do you miss me?" ”

His voice passed through the phone, converted into a thin current, and Zhuang Xiaoyan blushed, "I miss you." ”

She misses him so much and wants to be with him all the time.

added in a whisper.

was busy until seven o'clock, Chu Mochen bought Zhuang Xiaoyan's favorite seafood porridge, he blew it gently, and only a bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out, and took a paper towel to wipe the porridge from her mouth.

After chatting for a while, Zhuang Xiaoyan was tired, and he fell asleep holding Chu Mochen's hand as he spoke.

Wang Jing was afraid that Zhuang Xiaoyan would be hungry, so he brought a meal to Kalai.

"Xiao ......" Wang Jing had just pushed the door in, Chu Mochen glanced up at her, and said softly, "She's asleep, Mom." ”

"Xiaochen, Xiaoxiao is asleep, you go to dinner first, take a look at the child by the way, I'll help her." Wang Jing glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyan.

Chu Mochen looked down at Zhuang Xiaoyan, and after a long while, he said, "Well, I'll go now." ”

He lightly let go of Zhuang Xiaoyan's hand, and then stood up.

Maybe Zhuang Xiaoyan had been fed just now, and he still had milk and juice after the powder, and his son was a small ball, with small hands and feet kicking around.

He stood aside, his smiling eyes were gone, he stretched out his hand, 'touched' the child's little hand, and the little thing was very faceless and suddenly cried loudly, and he suddenly stiffened in place.

Wang Jing looked at Chu Mochen with a reproachful gaze, "Why are you so careless, can you withstand this powerful child?" Don't touch it next time. ＂

The corners of his mouth tightened, and he just touched it lightly, and the little guy cried.

It seems that he is blaming him for not accompanying his mother at a critical moment, waiting to go back and cultivate a good relationship with the little one.

Wang Jing brought clothes for the two of them, stayed for an hour and left.

Chu Mo fished Zhuang Xiaoyan back into her arms, and she slept soundly on his chest.

In the silence of the night, he heard the wind howling outside the window, and then snowflakes hit the window.

A.

Two slices.

Countless pieces of ......

A sentence he had seen in the book suddenly flashed in his mind---- Qin Se is in the palace, and the years are quiet."

That's probably the case now.