It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when He Xiyan got off work, and she was walking alone on the pedestrian street of Shenzhen with a handbag. Many of the shops on both sides of the street are decorated with festive decorations, and it is crowded with people.

Before you know it, it's the end of the year, today is January 27th, December 25th of the lunar calendar, it's almost the end of the year, and even their company is on holiday. Internet companies are good at this, paying attention to humanization in management and efficiency in work. This Spring Festival holiday is earlier than that of companies in other industries.

She went to a women's underwear store to buy herself a set of home clothes, and then went to a mother and baby store to buy some things for pregnant women, such as radiation protective clothing, bras for pregnant women, special toiletries and so on.

Just as she was about to reach for a set of toiletries, another woman's hand suddenly fell on it.

It was a woman who looked a few years older than her, with shoulder-length hair and pregnancy spots on her face. Not a very good-looking woman, but her face is full of happiness.

"This is the last set, can you give it to me?" The woman nodded politely at He Xiyan.

He Xiyan's gaze turned from the woman's face to her hand, and at this time she realized that the woman's other hand was tightly held by a man, it was an ordinary-looking man, even a little fat, and the man's eyes looking at his wife were full of love and doting, and there was a little boy standing next to the man, a family of three.

The man also nodded politely at He Xiyan, "I'm sorry, this young lady, my wife has been using this brand of toiletries since she was pregnant, and she is not used to other brands, there is only one set here, can you give it to her?" ”

After that, the man smiled at his wife, full of love.

He Xiyan just looked at the couple's clasped hands, and the man's doting love for his wife, as if she had been electrocuted, she quickly withdrew her hand.

It's just that the moment her hand was withdrawn, her heart twitched, and there was a slight pain.

She stroked her still flat abdomen, a ripple slowly formed in her eyes, and after a few blinks of her eyes, a tear rolled down.

She is also a pregnant woman, but she does not have the man who accompanies her, and no man has ever spoiled her like that, loved her, and even walked with her.

Her baby is even more pitiful, the baby will have no father, and he will not get that father's love for the rest of his life.

(I'm sorry, baby, it's mom who is useless and can't keep your dad.) ）

She said to herself.

Back home, she is still living her own life, lonely and quiet.

She made herself a nutritious dinner and soaked a glass of milk by the way.

This is her life, eating alone, shopping alone, laughing alone, and crying alone.

The phone rang several times.

It was a WeChat message sent to her by one of her former seniors, Yang Mingyu.

She pursed her lips and looked at the messages lightly:

- Xiyan, you have to take care of yourself, don't do stupid things.

- Don't think about Mo Yixuan anymore, that man doesn't deserve you like this.

- You are a good girl, and you will be very happy in the future.

He Xiyan looked at this information like this until the screen went black. She did not respond to these messages. She was tired, as if she wanted to forget the people she knew before, whether it was friends, classmates, or colleagues.

Because they still care about themselves, but every time they call or send a message, it reminds her of the past, and then she can't help crying bitterly.

So she's afraid to get in touch with them now. It's really scary.

The doorbell rang at this time.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of her eye, then turned and walked to the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Ye Hao holding an LED light in one hand and a ladder in the other.