He didn't look at Qiao An during the whole process, holding Shen Tao in his arms, full of indifference.

walked without nostalgia, as if the woman in his arms was his real wife.

He came and went faster, and in an instant, Joan was the only one left in the bathroom.

Joan stood in place, trembling uncontrollably.

The pain in her lower abdomen became worse and worse, and her heart sank.

looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled all the desolation: "Joan, Joan, this is the result of your breaking up, and retribution is coming." ”

Song Yichen called her "Tao Tao", and would talk to Shen Tao gently, but he never said a word to himself in such a gentle tone.

Maybe......

That's the difference between loving and not loving

What is it like to marry a man who you love very much but who doesn't love you?

It's as if you're covering a piece of ice, and all you can do is get a scar.

That's all.

She picked up a handful of water and slapped it on her face, looked at the embarrassed woman in the mirror, and suddenly smiled: "Leave him." ”

If you don't love it, it won't hurt anymore.

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It's night.

She had gone to bed early, and Joan was still busy in the kitchen.

She is preparing the ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast, loves to drink millet and red date porridge early, likes to eat medium-rare boiled eggs, he likes pure milk at about 40 degrees, a sandwich, and loves to read the financial weekly newspaper while eating breakfast.

Thinking about it, somehow, thinking of the man again.

After five years of marriage, she used to leave a light at the door, afraid that he would not be able to see it if he returned late, and this habit was five years.

Tonight......

Maybe that person won't come back, right?

The hour hand was already pointing to twelve o'clock, looking at the dark night, Qiao An smiled bitterly: how could the beloved woman remember this place when she came back?

I got out of the couch, turned off the light, and went back to my bedroom.

Turn on your computer and look up the format of the divorce agreement.

From the moment she saw him leave with Shen Tao in her arms, she figured it out: the twisted melon is not sweet, and Song Yichen has not fallen in love with her for five years, so why waste your efforts!

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At 3 o'clock in the morning, I suddenly burst into tears.

Joan didn't bother to put on her shoes and ran into the child's room, "Early, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Mama, I'm not feeling well, I'm so uncomfortable......"

The child was lying on the bed, his little face was red, and his hairline was already wet with sweat.

Joan reached out and touched the child's head: "It's so hot!" ”

"Early, you have a fever, mom will take you to the hospital!"

Hurriedly put on a coat, wrapped it in a small quilt early, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the hospital.

The child was born prematurely, and minor illnesses continued.

When she was more than eight months early, she was alone in the villa, and when she went downstairs to pour water at night, she didn't care, she fell and couldn't hear the fetal heartbeat when she was sent to the hospital, so she had to choose a caesarean section.

Because the child was born too thin and small, she lived in the incubator for a month and a half, and she only saw her child as a mother.

Congenital deficiency, early heart and lung function are not sound, so as long as the child has a fever, she will stay awake all night to take care of the child.

It's the first time I've encountered it like this.

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Joan went crazy and sent the child to the emergency room, and watched the child be pushed into the operating room before sitting down.

She gasped for breath, like a fish out of water, barely alive.

Although the attending doctor told her that the child would come out soon, she still half-knelt and half-sat on the tile at the door of the operating room, and her mouth was full of words.

"Early, you must return to your mother safely."

"If I didn't have you, I wouldn'...... Not alive anymore. ”

"Buddha, please bless my child, if there is retribution, please retribution on me."

All that responded to her was the cold sound of the wind.

"Yichen, I'm out of breath, can you hug me?"

The voice came, and Joan was excited.