"I've always wanted a daughter...... Yang Mengyao remembered the elf and cute little girl she had seen on Wen Yi's mobile phone, and her delicate facial features were deformed for a moment, which was extremely hideous.

She grabbed Ji Heng's sleeve.

It's okay.

She and Ji Heng will have their own baby.

Ji Heng's expression moved, his eyebrows stretched, his expression became very gentle, and the image of the little girl hidden in his heart surfaced again.

The current Wen Qiao is only annoying, but the Wen Qiao when he was a child ......

A faint smile hung on the corner of Ji Heng's mouth, and there was a hint of distraction.

He will also have such a lovely daughter, and then spoil her to heaven.

Ji Heng sighed silently, it can be regarded as making up for a regret.

Yang Mengyao leaned on Ji Heng's body with satisfaction, let him pick himself up, and returned to the wide big bed.

She will definitely be able to get Ji Heng's heart......

The corners of Yang Mengyao's mouth hooked, and she put on a plausible smile.

Just be patient enough.

The lights were dim, and the curtains were fluttering, obscuring the spring color of the room.

………………………………

"Ahh

In a hospital across the ocean.

Wen Yi sat up violently from the marching bed, clutching his chest, his face pale and sweating profusely.

She suddenly had a palpitation, and woke up from a nightmare, and her heart hurt so badly that it seemed as if an iron hand was there trying to dig it out.

Wen Yi gasped for a while, remembered his little daughter, woke up, and looked at Wen Xi on the hospital bed.

The little girl on the bed was pale, and her body was still tied with various instruments, and her original full apple-like cheeks had lost a lot of weight.

Wen Yu felt a sadness in her heart, covered her heart with one hand, and slowly walked to her daughter's bedside.

The night in the hospital was very quiet, only the equipment was still running quietly, keeping Wen Xi alive.

Wen Yi struggled to stand up, touched her daughter's forehead, took her little hand, and said softly, "Sleep, baby." ”

The night wind blew in, the curtains shook violently, and there was a noise.

Wen Xi frowned uneasily, his lips were no longer rosy as before, he cried quietly, entangled in a nightmare, and couldn't wake up: "Mom, Mom." ”

Wen Yi quickly walked over, carefully pulled the window, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, baby, it's the wind." ”

When he looked up, he was startled by the woman reflected on the glass.

Why are you crying again......

Wen Yi twisted his head unnaturally, quickly wiped away the tears on his face, returned to Wen Xi's hospital bed, hummed a soft ballad in his mouth, and patted Wen Xi gently, "Baby, mom is by your side." ”

Wen Xi felt the warmth from her mother, and her furrowed eyebrows slowly loosened, and she fell back into a sweet sleep.

Wen Yu was still immersed in the nightmare just now, his heart throbbed for a while, and Ji Heng's face flashed in front of his eyes again.

She smiled wryly and leaned down to kiss her daughter, wanting to get some strength from Wen Xi.

I dreamed of him again...... Almost every time I dreamed of Ji Heng, after waking up, the pillow was wet.

It's exactly the same as in reality.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to stop thinking about him.

The moonlight fell gently, but Wen Yi never felt sleepy, and held her daughter's little hand like that, and she couldn't sleep all night.

………………………………

Maldives hotels.

A drop of water slashed from the tip of his nose and fell to the ground.

"Ji Heng?" Yang Mengyao said dreamily.

After the tall man came out of the bathroom wet, he stood in front of the door and paused, and Yang Mengyao's red skirt flashed at the door.

An ambiguous wave was left behind.

There are gentle lights, and there is a wife waiting for him in bed, which should be a veritable gentle township.

Ji Heng turned his head indifferently, passed through the bedroom lightly, and went straight to the balcony.

He casually took off his coat, and his right hand habitually reached into his inner pocket, and took out a small tin box.

Ji Heng was holding the small iron box, and the expression on his face was complicated.

That thing was extremely simple, and it didn't match the cold temperament of Ji Heng at all.

inexplicably added a touch of warmth to this man's eyebrows.

He had wanted to throw this tin box away many times, but for some reason, this thing had been stubbornly kept by his side for three years, and he never left.

Ji Heng hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, with a gloomy expression, and opened the iron box, revealing a familiar face.

The pen is gentle, the author seems to be extremely familiar with the person on the paper, and every stroke is full of love.

None other than himself.

…………………………………………

Three years ago.

Ji Zhai.

"Lao Wang, that thing can't be thrown!"

Xiao Huang's face was anxious, and she couldn't wait to take the initiative to snatch the thing in Steward Wang's hand, she couldn't help but raise her voice: "That's our wife's baby!" ”

Steward Wang's face turned grim: "Our Mrs. Ji has gone back to her parents' house, do you know what you are talking about?" ”

Xiao Huang shrank for a moment, but still stubbornly refused to retreat: "You obviously know that I am talking about ......"

She gritted her teeth and pleaded, "I know you don't like that person, but, but she used to be nice to us...... These things are really treasures that she has treasured for a long time, you, if you throw them away like this. ”

Xiao Huang's tears were about to flow, and he actually reached out to snatch the things in Steward Wang's hand: "In case Wen Yu comes back to find ...... in the future How sad she must have been! ”

Steward Wang stomped his feet, argued with her, and hated iron and steel: "That person has been gone for a year, why are you still so ignorant of current affairs!" ”

"What are you doing here?"

A cold voice sounded from behind.

Steward Wang was startled by this sound, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the box fell to the ground, and the contents rolled to the ground with a clatter.

Ji Heng frowned and said in a deep voice, "What is this?" ”

Steward Wang turned around stiffly and smiled: "Sir, you're back." ”

He coughed, squatted down, and quickly stuffed the scattered things back into the box, "It's nothing, it's all old things that can't be used, we're going to pack them up, and then we're going to ......throw them away."

Ji Heng slowly squatted down, his eyes were firmly fixed on the things on the ground, his movements were a little slow, and he picked up a piece of sketch paper before Xiao Huang.

The sketch paper was crumpled, as if it had been torn apart, and had been carefully fitted by its owner, recreating a handsome side face.

The corners are folded, and there are traces of tears.

Xiao Huang simply let go, stood up in an uproar, gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, I know you hate Wen Yu." ”

She even wanted to cry out for the woman: "But you can't throw these things away – especially this painting, which she picked out of the trash can in the middle of the night and put it together bit by bit!" ”

She wanted to snatch the painting from Ji Heng's hand, but was avoided by the man.

Xiao Huang was stunned and looked at Ji Heng in surprise.

In a trance, she seemed to see cherishment and pain on Ji Heng's face.

How is this possible?!

She subconsciously rubbed her eyes, Ji Heng hated Wen Yu, this is known to everyone. And this hatred has almost reached the point where you will change your face when you hear Wen Yu's name.

Besides, when he kicked the man out of the door a year ago...... But there was no emotion left.

Sure enough, after Ji Heng stood up, he returned to that expressionless appearance.

He didn't say anything, turned around and left indifferently, but he was still holding the sketch tightly in his hand, and Xiao Huang looked for it for a long time, thinking that he had thrown it away.

Unexpectedly, it was actually put in this iron box by Ji Heng.

The night wind stirred, messing up Ji Heng's heart.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, a hand reached over and took away the iron box in Ji Heng's hand: "Who drew this?" ”

Yang Mengyao frowned: "The painting is too bad......"

Ji Heng's face was not very good-looking, and he said in a deep voice: "Give it back to me." ”

Yang Mengyao paused, pretending to throw the box out of the window along with the sketches inside: "This painting is not good-looking, forget it here...... I'll paint you a new one—ah! ”

Ji Heng grabbed her wrist, his face was gloomy and scary: "You dare!" ”

Yang Mengyao breathed a little, and was tightly held by the man's wrist, unable to move, and her face turned red: "Are you angry with me because of such a trivial matter?" ”

"Ji Heng! It's just a painting! ”

Her tears rippled, but Ji Heng was unmoved, his face was cold, and he withdrew the box from her hand and put it back in the inner pocket of his underwear.

Yang Mengyao's crying voice became louder and louder, and she could barely stop. She sat on the ground in embarrassment and grabbed Ji Heng's trouser leg: "Did you never love me at all?" ”

Ji Heng frowned, paused, realized his gaffe, took a deep breath, and barely suppressed the anger.

stretched out a hand and helped Yang Mengyao up: "Mengyao, go back to sleep." ”

He paused and turned his head away a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. ”

Of course, Yang Mengyao could hear that Ji Heng was already a little impatient.

Why?

Why does that woman still have a place in Ji Heng's heart?

She just wanted to chop up that painting with its owner!

Ji Heng's voice was low: "Not in the future." ”

She gritted her teeth and forced a smile, suppressing the crazy jealousy in her heart.

"I know."

She smiled hypocritically and glanced at Ji Heng's coat: "You've been too busy with work lately...... That's why I'm in a bad mood. ”

Ji Heng responded lightly, Yang Mengyao gritted her teeth and stood up, and the husband and wife returned to the bedroom one after the other, listening to the never-ending waves outside, obviously lying on the same bed, but they had different dreams in the same bed.