He nodded absently.

Lan Xianshu slowly sat up and looked around the room, "What about my brother?" ”

Kou Jing held the lunch box in her hand, "I'm out, I'll come back and pick you up later." ”

I opened the lunch box, took a bowl, poured some porridge, and then put the lunch box on the low cabinet next to the bed, and glanced at a man lying on the bed, "The porridge is here, you can sit up and drink it yourself." ”

Ye Zhichen pouted, "Are you my own mother?!" ”

Kou Jing didn't even reply to her face, "Is it your own mother who feeds your own daughter?!" ”

Feeding?

The woman on the bed, who was still squirming, opened her eyes suddenly, sat up, and looked in the direction of Kou Jing, "Auntie......"

Kou Jing turned around and blew on the porridge in the spoon, "What's wrong?" ”

Suddenly I don't know how to speak, can you tell her, the habit that she has cultivated?

"Mom, Lan Lan recognizes people when she eats."

What the man said was very casual, and it made people listen to it, maybe it was just a habit of autistic children being educated by their mothers.

Kou Jing nodded nonchalantly, "That's fine, it's good to recognize people." ”

The panic between the words, such a cautious appearance, Lan Xianshu was even more miserable when she saw it.

They weren't supposed to be such strangers.

In the bed, the man's hand clenched hers.

Every time, every time faced with such a situation, a woman's heart is always as sad as if she was pricked by a needle, and the scenes of the past are like a movie like a lingering nightmare, lingering in her mind.

The warmth and familiarity of the man's arms can't stop the tears in his eyes.

I don't know why, after meeting the man, her tears became so easy.

Biting your lip to keep your whimpering sound from overflowing.

Over there, seeing Lan Xianshu like this, Kou Jing was nervous and didn't know what to do.

She has been away for three years, and they don't know what kind of pain she has suffered in the past three years, and what kind of pain she endured to give birth to Xiao Lanlan, but, but looking at her like this, she suddenly understood a lot, even if she didn't say it, she could feel it......

The woman's tears were short, short, so short that the man began to wonder if the wet touch of that moment belonged to hers.

It's been three years, and she has a strength that he doesn't know, a strength that he doesn't know whether to rejoice or hurt.

When Lan Ruohao came over, Lan Xianshu was sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on her shoes.

The bed is small, and the man occupies a large part of the position, and there are very few places next to the bed, and the man is half-sitting, holding the woman's belly with his hands, afraid that she will accidentally fall.

Looking at them like this, it seems that they have returned to three years ago, they were like this three years ago, even if they are just young couples, they look like they have lived as a couple for half a lifetime, with a smile and a smile, full of sweetness accumulated over the years.

At the beginning of Lan Xianshu's return, many times he wondered if there would be another man in this world who could make her so heart-to-heart and so deeply in love, like a perfect match between a lock and a key.

During the time when Bai Che was there, he was also observing, and the relationship between them was plain, simple, and quiet.

In fact, there is really nothing bad about her and Bai Che like that, there are not so many winds and waves in life, and there are more such blandness.

So at that time, supporting Bai Che was not just Shen Zhiqiu's insistence.

It's just that looking at them now, sure enough, people's hearts are biased in a certain direction, there is no hesitation or hesitation, and they have already made up their minds at the first glance......