"Mommy!" Lu Zhiling bit the spoon, and the little fat hand waved at her happily, "Come and eat with Zhiling!" ”

Jiang Qian walked over, pulled open the dining chair next to the baby chair, and saw a cup of hot ginger soup on the table.

Lu Qingshi picked up the rice that Lu Zhiling dropped with a tissue, and didn't look at her, but said, "Drink the ginger soup, beware of catching a cold." ”

She stretched out her hand and held the cup containing ginger soup, the warmth passed from the cup to her palm, Jiang Qian only felt that the temperature seemed to be burning all the way to the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you."

She lowered her eyes and took a sip.

"Mommy, Uncle Lu's cooking is delicious, Zhiling wants to eat Uncle Lu's cooking every day in the future, and when you and Uncle Li Yao get married, then we can all eat Uncle Lu's cooking, right?"

The ginger juice in Jiang Qian's mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and she held it in her throat violently, and the ginger juice was spicy, making her suddenly blush, and coughed sadly.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A napkin was handed to her in time.

She didn't care about being polite, she directly covered her mouth and nose, and coughed several times.

"No," Jiang Qian directly shattered her illusion, "Uncle Lu is very busy, everyone has their own life, we have been very troublesome to him these days, Uncle Lu made you something delicious, did you tell him thank you?" ”

Lu Zhiling's little face instantly pulled his hips.

Because in her cognition, generally saying "thank you" means separation.

Sure enough, after Lu Qingshi finished cleaning up the rice she dropped under the baby chair, he stood up from the chair, "It's not early, you guys rest early." ”

Lu Zhiling's mouth pursed.

That look was like he was about to cry.

"The rain is so heavy, Uncle Lu, don't go!" Lu Zhiling was in tears, and the little fat hand tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, "Zhiling will be unhappy!" ”

"Zhiling, don't be like this," Jiang Qian touched her head, held Lu Zhiling's little hand that landed on Lu Qingshi, and tried to make her let go, "Didn't Mommy tell you that Uncle Lu has his own life, you can't ......"

"Woo whoa, wow mommy bad!" Lu Zhiling pushed her away, tears flowing, "Mommy is a bad person!" Zhiling likes Uncle Lu, such a heavy rain, Mommy is ungrateful to drive Uncle Lu away, Zhiling doesn't like you anymore! Don't want Mommy either! ”

The blood in Jiang Qian's brain rushed straight up.

"Say it again."

Lu Zhiling cried aggrievedly, and her big eyes like purple grapes glared at Jiang Qian, "Zhiling doesn't want Mommy anymore!" Zhiling hates Mommy! ”

Jiang Qian felt that there was nothing in this world that could pierce her heart more than these two sentences.

She felt like she had been stabbed twice in the heart.

I take care of the baby who grew up like a jewel, but I hate myself.

She stood there, she didn't know what her expression should be, her throat was hard.

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't, but there was a moment of wetness in her eyes.

"You can't say that about Mommy," Lu Qingshi held Lu Zhiling's hand and looked down at her, "Mommy is the person who loves you the most in this world, and Mommy will be very sad if you say such things." ”

Jiang Qianhui looked away.

I took a deep breath, but the tears still fell unexpectedly.

was quickly erased by her.

But Lu Zhiling was also emotional, his little hand was firmly grasping Lu Qingshi's arm and refusing to let go, and the tears seemed to be endless, "Then Uncle Lu, don't go, don't go, okay?" If you don't leave, Zhiling won't hate Mommy......"

Jiang Qian didn't know what he was feeling in his heart.

The bitterness is boundless.

Lu Qingshi sighed in his heart and stroked Lu Zhiling's head, "Uncle can't stay, it's not good for you and Mommy for Uncle to stay, but Uncle can promise you that when you get out of kindergarten tomorrow, Uncle can come to pick you up, and then make you your favorite egg yolk pumpkin." ”ap.

Lu Zhiling is only a three-year-old child in the end, although she doesn't understand why her uncle stays and it's not good for her and Mommy, but Lu Qingshi said that she can accompany her tomorrow, and she suddenly felt less sad, as if she was half coaxed.

She let go of the little hand that was tugging at his arm, stretched out a finger aggrievedly, and looked at him with a blank eye, "Then uncle, let's pull hook, you must come to the kindergarten tomorrow to pick up Ling...... Otherwise, Zhiling will cry very sadly......"

Lu Qingshi stretched out his hand and solemnly hooked her.

Lu Zhiling was willing to accept her tears, and she was coaxed.

Jiang Qian sent him out.

Lu Qingshi's car was parked in the garden of the villa, and there were only two parking spaces in the basement of the villa.

"The child is still young, don't take your words too seriously," Lu Qingshi comforted her, "You are sensitive, don't think too much, for Zhiling, you are her most important person." ”

Jiang Qian walked beside him, his tears had already been put away, and he pulled the corners of his lips, "I know, I won't rest assured, I just feel a little sad, you have only met her a few times, and she wants you not to want me." ”

Lu Qingshi's footsteps paused slightly.

His gaze gently fell on her tear-stained little face.

"I'm sorry, if you mind if I get close to her," Lu Qingshi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his tone was apologetic, "In the future, I will try to have as little contact with Zhiling as possible." ”

Jiang Qian shook his head, knowing that he had misunderstood.

"I didn't mean that," she smiled, "I'm not so stingy, she likes you so much now, and if I don't let her see you, she'll only hate me more." ”

Lu Qingshi looked at her.

"There is nothing wrong with you putting Ling Ling above all else, but you are still young, you should not sacrifice everything for your children, you should have your own life."

Jiang lowered his eyelashes.

I want to laugh, but I can't.

She has heard this kind of thing I don't know how many times.

Seventeen said, John said, even Lu Zhenting once told her so.

But where does she have a life of her own?

The life she wants, from beginning to end, is just a Lu Qingshi, but God will not fulfill her.

Lu Qingshi was unwilling, what could she do.

"Well, I see," she nodded, not wanting to say much to him, so she took a black umbrella from the porter and gave it to him, "It's raining outside the door, I won't send you out, brother, goodbye." ”

Lu Qingshi looked at the umbrella she handed over.

After a moment of silence, he took the umbrella, held it in his hand, and said goodbye to her politely.

The lights on the first floor of the villa were not turned on, and as he opened the door, the light from outside the porch poured in, covering his long and tall figure.

Jiang Qian stood in the center of the living room, only the light outside the door and the non-stop sound of wind and rain in her field of vision, engulfing the figure of the man she was destined to not be able to keep for a long time.

She stood there again for a long time.