Qin Chupei had already put on his coat, he glanced at Wang Qiu, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart, and said softly: "Smoking less cigarettes is not good for your health." ”

Wang Qiu paused, then got up and pressed the fine cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

With the sound of the door closing, Wang Qiu slowly got up indifferently and stroked the messy hair behind him with his hands.

After eleven years of marriage, Wang Qiu has lost the slightest temper, and lives every day like a zombie that can walk and breathe, but when Qin Chupei was about to leave just now, his heart couldn't help but fluctuate.

For a moment, she wished he would stay.

Then he felt that he was very funny, except for the day he gave birth and he stayed to watch himself all night, the rest of the time, he never belonged to himself.

It's funny that after so many years, I still have a trace of fantasy about him.

Wang Qiu returned to the room, and as soon as he sat on the bed, the door creaked open.

Qin Muheng stood at the door: "Mom, can I go in and talk to you?" ”

Wang Qiu was a little surprised, but he still patted the bed beside him with his hand: "Come on." ”

After Qin Muheng sat down, Wang Qiu said affectionately: "What do you want to say to your mother?" ”

"Mom, my dad went to find that woman."

Qin Muheng's voice was not loud, but it was enough to make people's hearts tremble clearly in this silent and empty room.

Wang Qiu looked at him incredulously, and then smiled with relief, yes, he is eleven years old, and he is no longer the child who only knows how to cry and look for his father.

Tears flowed down her cheeks unconsciously, Wang Qiu covered her face with her hands and cried, she didn't want to cry in front of her son, but at this moment she couldn't help it.

It's like a secret that I have kept for a long time by myself, and it is suddenly revealed, that kind of panic, dazed, and then at a loss.

Wang Qiu just silently wept and did not speak.

Although it was already past ten o'clock, the street outside the window was still full of traffic, and from time to time there were drivers honking their horns, which made people's hearts impatient.

Qin Muheng felt a little unbearable in his heart, he squatted in front of Wang Qiu, looked up at her eyes, and gently wiped her tears with paper.

spoke softly, and in the gentlest voice, he said the words that made Wang Qiu like a knife: "Mom, leave him, you are still young." ”

Wang Qiu's shoulders trembled, and she could see that she was crying fiercely, but she could only hear a slight sob.

Qin Muheng leaned his face on her right leg and continued to speak slowly: "Mom, you don't have to feel guilty about me, I'm used to it, I'll start school in a few days, and I'll come back once every two weeks, I'm not worried about you." ”

"Mom, I'm afraid you'll cry secretly at night again."

"Mom, no matter what, I'll always be by your side."

"In the future, I will inherit my father's mantle and become the controlling person and chairman of Junsheng, and I will work hard."

After a long time, Wang Qiu raised her head, she looked at her son on her lap, and stroked his hair with her hands in distress.

Qin Muheng raised her head, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and she felt a little uncomfortable at the moment: "If you are unhappy, I will not be happy either, leave him and find someone who loves you." ”

Wang Qiu asked him in a daze: "You, will you hate him?" ”

In fact, Wang Qiu still wanted to ask, do you hate me, but she didn't dare to ask.

Qin Muheng put his arms around her waist: "I don't hate, I know he loves me, I also know that you love me, I don't hate anyone." ”

Wang Qiu nodded: "Okay, I'll think about it." ”