Xiao Bao gently closed the door of the hospital room.

Walking to the chair in the corridor and sitting down, the little body couldn't help but tremble a little.

The little hand covered his little face, and the 5-year-old Xiao Baobao's eyes were filled with sadness and sadness.

Mommy - I'm sorry.

Xiao Bao didn't dare to tell Mommy how miserable your future would have been......

Qi Zixiao will always remember that late night.

Originally, he carried a fried chicken leg and came to Mommy's filming studio.

In order to support him, Mommy worked as a stand-in day and night, and every time she had to shoot late before going home.

The three meals a day are the crew's boxed lunches, but they are willing to buy delicious food for Xiao Bao every day.

Fried chicken thighs, cream cakes, and a variety of delicious fruits.

Every day, he will stuff it all to Xiao Baobao, and pinch his little face with a smile.

"Xiao Bao is growing his body, of course he should eat more."

"Mommy is an action stand-in, and she has to keep in shape, so Mommy can't eat these things."

However, Xiao Bao once stood at the door and clearly saw Mommy looking left and right with a fried chicken leg she had just bought, and her saliva was about to run down.

In the end, he clenched his fists and waved.

Muttering like self-hypnosis.

"No, you have to hold back, Xiaoya, this is for Xiao Baobao. When I make enough money in the future, I must buy ten chicken legs and ten cakes to eat beautifully. Hum! ”

After the self-hypnosis was completed, Su Xiaoya was satisfied with wrapping the chicken thighs in a bag and keeping them for Xiao Baobao to eat as a snack the next day.

But Su Xiaoya didn't know that the sensible Xiao Baobao brought the wrapped chicken leg to the studio again.

Thoughtfully want to give it to Mommy for supper.

And she'll never know.

Because when Xiao Baobao happily walked to the studio with his little short legs, Su Xiaoya was already dead.

The door of the studio was open, and Xiao Baobao pushed it open, and what touched his clear eyes was a heavy blood.

There was blood everywhere.

The chicken leg "snapped" and fell to the ground, and the 5-year-old baby stood stiffly in place like a fool, his mind blank.

He never knew that so much blood could flow from Mommy's petite body.

Mommy was hung upside down on Wia, her face as pale as a piece of paper. In his hair, on his face, on his body, every inch of his skin was stained red with blood.

The person who killed Mommy hated her so much that he didn't kill her directly, but cut all the major arteries around her.

Drain her blood drop by drop.

The crew has already left, and no one knows that something happened here in the studio, and no one came to save them.

Su Xiaoya was tortured by the pain for at least three hours, and finally the blood dried up, and finally swallowed his breath.

When the police arrived, they found the little baby curled up, sitting in a pool of blood on the ground, his clear eyes like a puppet.

The numbness and emptiness made the hearts of those who saw it ache for a while.

The police sent him to the police station, and because Mommy was dead, they started to help him find his biological father.

Later, the Qi family got the news and immediately sent someone to pick up the exiled grandson.

Su Xiaoya didn't know that in fact, Xiao Baobao was only taken back to the Qi family after she died.

Then that day, he missed his dead mommy so much that he sneaked out of Qi's house and came to the place where he used to live, wanting to quietly feel the breath that Mommy still remains.

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