"Go away! I don't want to see you!"

Li Jin gave up, "Go down and eat."

"Don't!"

He refused simply and decisively, his whimpering voice was even more bleak, and in his low hoarseness was a forbearant suppression:

"Mom, I want Mom ......"

The little devil's crying has always been as loud as he wants, and sometimes even if Li Jin is present, he can shout and scream, and all kinds of rebellious words can be spoken.

Li Jin's harsh words stopped when he came to his mouth, and finally put his hand on his back and stroked it gently, and his hoarse voice was mellow and melodious: "Beibei......"

"If Mom knew about you now, she wouldn't like you."

"Nonsense!" He suddenly got up from the pillow and looked at Li Jin angrily with a pair of tear-stained eyes: "Mom likes me the most!"

Li Jin's brows furrowed slightly, and he took out two pieces of paper from the table and threw them into his hands: "Wipe your tears."

Babe sobbed as she wiped, "Mom...... Mom's favorite is me......

"My mother liked me first...... It's not you!"

Li Jin: "Mom has a baby in her belly, and when her younger brother or sister comes out, she may not like you when she sees you so unbehaved."

Beibei's eyes widened violently, how did he forget about this?!

Li Jin glanced at the pillow that was wet with his tears, "You look so ugly crying now."

"Do you know why Mommy likes you?" A smile squeezed out of the corner of Li Jin's mouth, "Because you're good-looking."

Once you're ugly, you probably won't like you anymore.

Bei Bei also knows this, her mother has always liked good-looking things, and even people are not surprised.

Li Jin took the tissue in Beibei's hand and gently wiped it on his face.

I could see the emotions in Li Jin's eyes up close, Bei Bei seemed to be able to see himself reflected in his eyes, his little brows were also wrinkled, and he asked a little weakly, "Dad, are you crying?"

"Dad didn't rest well," Li Jin lightly covered up the past, "It looks a little haggard, so you have to eat and sleep obediently, so that you can have a good body, and wait for your mother to wake up and see a healthy baby."

——

Li Jin was busy with the major decisions of the company and the consortium, as well as the major decisions of Shengtuo and Xinqing, as well as paying attention to Xi Zhenzhong's illness and the judgment of Xi Mingyue.

The next day, the Dark Guard retrieved the ring in pieces, and since the news was released, it didn't take much effort to find it.

In the huge office, Li Jin looked at the neatly placed ring fragments on the table, and the ink pupils were like a thousand-year-old cold pool, deep and bottomless while exuding bursts of coolness.

Seeing this, the dark guard also left, and there was a slight sound of the door closing, and the surroundings fell silent again.

The ring was split into five parts, and the small diamonds set on it were also cut off by someone with a heart, and the center diamond was also a lonely one, which looked monotonous and lonely.

There is also a ring ring set with small diamonds, on which the cut marks are most visible and visible.

Dilapidated.

Just like Xi Mingyue's current situation.

The tip of Li Jin's nose was sour, and he trembled and wanted to put it together.

The small diamond was pinched in his hand, and he tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't put it together.

Knowing that it would not be possible to put it together and that he needed tools, he still worked tirelessly to put it together.

The face hung down couldn't see clearly, only the hand that couldn't stop trembling.

It was contagious, and my shoulders began to tremble.

Then a small transparent flower bloomed on the white tabletop, and the tears collided with the tabletop, making a very low sound.

Immediately followed by the hand, followed by a stoic and helpless cry.

He held the diamonds and rings tightly in the palm of his hand, and the knuckles of his hands were white.

The other hand was between the hair, and he lowered his head in pain, his heart was like a knife, and the pain was incomprehensible.

He cried only a handful of times, but every time it was because of Xi Mingyue.

Just think of the girl who used to be alive and kicking, and now she is lying in bed like brain dead.

The heart is like being cut by a rusty knife, and the flesh is cut with a knife.

It was a long and endless torment of his nerves.

——

When he got home, he was full of alcohol and went back in the early hours of the morning.

I'm afraid of waking up Beibei, so I'm careful when I go upstairs.

The light was always on in the room, and he was afraid that when Xi Mingyue woke up, he would see that it was pitch black, and he would be afraid.

The warm orange light shone on the girl's face, silently cutting out the soft arc of her contours, and her pursed lips were slightly watery.

He arranged his own medical team to take care of Xi Mingyue during the day when he was away.

His steps were a little messy, he sniffed the wine on his body, and stopped walking towards the girl.

"I'm sorry, I drank the wine," the corners of his mouth cracked bitterly, "it must have smoked you, right?"

He sat a little farther away from her, his eyes were out of focus with the smell of alcohol, confused and sad, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Next time I won't drink, I know you hate it."

His brows couldn't help frowning, his voice was no longer hidden, and he sobbed intermittently: "I didn't control it, I'm sorry......

He sniffed deeply, crying, "I won't drink anymore, wake up......

"Mingyue, I beg you......" His eyes were scarlet, and his voice was restrained and suppressed: "Look at me...... Open your eyes and see if I'm okay......

During the long night, the wind from the balcony was like a sharp knife, piercing him to the bones, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

He tugged at his tie and leaned against the corner with a depressed gaze, listening to the wind outside, pursing his thin lips without saying a word.

The gloomy expression seemed to have nothing to move him again, and it was as cold as a bright poison.

A few hours earlier, he had poured himself wine desperately, holding the fragmentary ring tightly in his other hand, bottle after bottle like boiled water.

There was a knife lying beside him, bright and cold, even colder in the moonlight.

This taste of living like a year, he really felt difficult for a minute......

What he thinks in his heart, he does in action.

After a while, the call from home came, and it was Bei Bei who called to ask why Li Jin hadn't come home yet.

He regretted it, bandaged his wounds, and slowly went home.

He looked down at the bloodied bandage on his wrist, the sorrow in his eyes was nowhere to speak, and he clenched his back molars.

Thinking back to all kinds of things with Xi Mingyue, frame by frame flashed in my mind.

How beautiful it was at the beginning, it made people want to stop time in that moment.

No, he can't be decadent.

He closed his eyes deeply, leaning against the corner and trying to calm his emotions.

Then a phone call disrupted his thoughts, and it was a frosty one.

"I already know about Mingyue." The voice on the other end of the phone was also hoarse, and his voice was trembling.

Li Jin: "Hmm."

"I can't let Xi Mingyue be discharged from the hospital now, she can't give birth on her own with her child, and her body is even weaker, and she needs the help of medical equipment."

"She said she hated hospitals......

Duan Hanshuang took a deep breath: "You calm down, no one can guarantee whether Mingyue will wake up, but you and I know how much she wants to keep this child, if this child is lost again, the possibility of her wanting a second child will be even more slim."

Li Jin choked up in his throat and couldn't speak, only looking at the girl's side face from a distance.

Duan Hanshuang flipped through the medical book in his hand: "There have been cases of awakening, we can't give up, and Xi Mingyue won't give up, so don't cheer up quickly!"

Duan Hanshuang heard his choked sobs through the screen, and the purpose of this phone call was also to give him hope.

Li Jin looked at the girl, it was only a few steps away, but it felt like a thousand miles away.

Let him heart

His mouth was tight and painful, his eyes were sore and swollen, and the tip of his nose was constantly moving.

He suppressed his choked voice and said in a deep voice, "Good ......."

"I'll take her to the hospital......

Duan Hanshuang wanted to say something, but the other party had already hung up the phone, and only a busy sound was left.

Li Jin put his phone aside and shifted his gaze to the canopy outside the window.

There was not a trace of starlight in the black sky, all of which were covered by dark clouds, and only stingy to let the moonlight show a little.

He tilted his head and swallowed, his obvious Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Tears spilled from the narrow tails of the eyes, sliding through the sideburns and seeping into the hair.

Hot tears seemed to burn his skin, and then cold to the bone.

The heart was tightly choked by the invisible hand, and it was breathless.

"I'm sorry......"

He should have realized that something was wrong that day, he shouldn't have allowed himself to make such a low-level mistake.

It shouldn't be.

Li Jin fell into deep remorse, the ring in the palm of his hand was about to be embedded in the flesh, and when he released it again, the palm of his hand had been squeezed by diamonds and bled out.

But he didn't feel any pain, no matter how much it hurt, it couldn't withstand the pain.

——

Imphal.

Song Yishen watched Duan Hanshuang standing on the balcony alone, looking down and reading something, and walked over and wrapped around her waist from behind. Chinese Net

"See what?"

Duan Hanshuang was frightened, and his hand shook and fell.

Then he faced a pair of dark eyes downstairs.

Song Yin also stood at the gate of the courtyard, reading online along the place where the book fell.

Duan Hanshuang's back stiffened slightly, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice, "What are you doing?!"

Song Yishen's tone was fluttering, "Can't you let my brother see how we love each other?"

Duan Hanshuang's eyes darkened, and he gave up the struggle in secret, "Okay, whatever you want."

"What are the basic qualities of an actor?" Song Yi blew in her ear angrily, "What about your cooperation?"

Duan Hanshuang's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked away from the fiery gaze downstairs, then turned his head and wrapped his hand around his neck, his head slightly tilted to the side.

From the perspective downstairs, it looks like the two are kissing.

But in fact, the two are still separated by a fist.

"Is that okay?" Song Yishen asked rhetorically.

"Just get the effect."

Song Yishen had a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't let Duan Hanshuang get his way.

His hand groped for her leg and hugged her horizontally with a slight force.

"Song Yishen!" Duan Frost's warning roar.

Song Yishen leaned down, and the distance between the two could be clearly seen from this angle on the side.

From far to near.

Just when Duan Hanshuang was about to tilt his head, Song Yishen said, "I just want to achieve the best effect."