"The kid is coming out!" The doctor, who had been paying attention to the situation, called.

Meng Di seemed to understand Wen Xiaoke's words, turned around and strode out of the delivery room.

There were intermittent cries of pain in the delivery room, and soon a loud cry rang out.

"It's raw!" The doctors wiped the sweat from their foreheads and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The mother and child are safe, but the child was born prematurely and needs to be placed in an incubator." The female doctor explained to Wen Xiaoke.

The last one has already been sent, and now they need to send this one as well.

Wen Xiaoke was covered with sweat, as if he had been fished out of water.

She collapsed on the bed with heavy eyelids, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

*

Outside the window, the blue sky and white clouds, the warm sunlight through the window hit the hospital bed.

The man on the bed frowned and woke up slowly.

The pungent and unpleasant smell of disinfectant water filled the room, and Wen Xiaoke opened his eyes and was dazed for a moment.

"Xiao Ke, are you awake?" A warm and surprising voice came from my ear.

"Hmm." Wen Xiaoke's voice was a little hoarse, and her gaze swept over the room.

Suddenly, she sat up from the bed, looked at Meng Di, and asked anxiously, "Where is the child?" ”

The smile on Meng Di's face faded, dyed with a touch of guilt, "I'm sorry Xiao Ke, when I went, she was already missing, and when I found it, she was already ......"

Meng Di didn't bear to say the latter words, but Wen Xiaoke understood.

As if she had been struck by lightning, she sat on the bed in a daze, her eyes wide open and her face turned pale.

Half an hour later, a low whimper was heard in the room.

Wen Xiaoke covered his face with his hands, and tears kept falling down his fingers.

"Why?"

Why did she not save her baby all over again?

The crying gradually became louder, and finally the crying was heartbreaking.

*

Four years later.

"What's wrong?" At the door of a children's clothing store, a woman with a charming appearance is holding a little boy in one hand and making a phone call with the other.

The little boy looked like a pink carving, and he wanted to take the things in the woman's hand with a straight face, but the woman touched his white and tender face, and said softly, "Baby, mother can hold it." ”

He didn't say a word with a straight face, just looked up at Wen Xiaoke.

"Xiao Ke, where are you? I'll pick you and you up when the meeting is over. On the other end of the line was a man's gentle voice.

"Stop!"

"Put down my young lady!"

At this moment, there was a commotion around the corner, and Wen Xiaoke saw several men rushing towards them.

One of the men was holding a female doll in his arms that had broken her voice and wept bitterly.

Wen Xiaoke's face sank, "I'll talk about it later." ”

After saying that, she hung up the phone directly, she pushed Xiao Zimo to a safe place, and threw all the things in her hands on the ground.

"Get out of the way!" The man holding the child ran quickly and shouted at Wen Xiaoke, who was blocking the middle of the road.

Several men were followed by several bodyguards.

Wen Xiaoke stood still as if he hadn't heard it.

The man holding the child saw that she didn't move, and ran into her on a rampage.

Their car was parked a few meters next to Wen Xiaoke, and as long as they got in the car, the business was done.

At the moment when they collided, Wen Xiaoke quickly stepped on the man holding the child, and the high heels stomped on the man's instep fiercely.

"Whew—" The scream sounded, and the man subconsciously wanted to hug his feet.