Tears swirled in her eyes in an instant, others didn't know her, it was okay to ridicule her, if she even disliked her own son, what should she do?

The little persimmon Xu saw her tears, and suddenly stretched out her little lotus arm and rushed towards her, shouting in her mouth: "Cool...... Cool ......"

Yue Jianxi hugged him excitedly: "Stinky boy, I finally didn't raise you in vain." ”

The little persimmon grabbed her chest with his small hand: "Cool...... Eat. ”

Yue Jianxi patted his hand lightly: "Foodie." Then he looked up and asked the nurse, "Haven't you eaten it today?" ”

The nurse smiled: "I've eaten it, I just ate it not long ago, the little persimmon is coquettish with the princess." ”

The little persimmon looked at Yue Jianxi without blinking with a pair of dark and translucent eyes, as if wondering why Liang was covering her veil, and why her mother was not as soft as before.

Yue Jianxi let the people who were waiting go.

Holding the little persimmon and sitting down, he looked at him and said, "Good son, something happened to my mother's body, so I'm getting old now." ”

Holding back the worry in her heart, she removed her veil, revealing an old, wrinkled face.

The little persimmon frowned slightly, stretched out his little hand to touch her face, and shouted: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's cold, it doesn't hurt." ”

Yue Jianxi's tears fell, with such a son, what else did she have to regret.

She knew that her son was intelligent, and maybe even a little precocious.

So she didn't want to hide it from him, and her son had to know what she had become now.

"My mother doesn't hurt, there are little persimmons, and my mother doesn't hurt to do anything." Yue Jianxi hugged him tightly in her arms, and the tears still did not stop.

She had heard before that some mothers had changed their hairstyles and dyed their hair, and when they came home a few months later, the children did not recognize their mothers, which made them cry.

In the past, she thought that those mothers were hypocritical, and the children knew something, and they would know each other when they got along.

But now I know that the mother is really the most fragile creature, and others can hurt her, but the flesh and blood injury that she was pregnant with is the most painful and deadly.

What Lian Yusheng saw when he entered the house was such a scene, the woman was holding her son and crying, as if she had been greatly wronged.

He stood at the door without making a sound, until Yue Jianxi's crying gradually stopped, and the little persimmon shouted: "Dad...... Daddy......"

Lian Yusheng walked over at this time: "What are you crying about, it's hard for the dignified princess regent to be bullied." ”

Yue Jianxi glanced at him: "Who else but you." ”

The little persimmon stretched out his hand to grab Lian Yusheng, and Lian Weisheng gently held his hand: "I haven't seen you for a month, why have you gained so much weight." ”

"He is growing now, and he should be worried if he is not fat." Yue Jianxi sniffed and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

The little persimmon grabbed Lian Yusheng's hand to touch Yue Jianxi's face, and whispered immaturely: "Wipe ...... Wipe. ”

Lian Yusheng's face is dark, dead boy, how can this be what his dignified regent should do, and the woman herself sheds tears and wants him to wipe it?

But in the face of the little persimmon's innocent and expectant little face, he still took out his hand and donated it to Yue Jianxi: "It's dirty, use this." ”

Yue Jianxi held the little persimmon and stuffed it into his arms: "No need, I'll wash it and take care of my son." ”

Then she veiled and walked out.

Lian Yusheng frowned slightly, how could he feel as if he had abused her, and this amnesia was not something he wanted.