After Those Years of Misery

"How about I invite you to eat outside?" Zilog asked again. He is her great benefactor. People came so far away, so it's wrong for her not to arrange a meal.

"I don't want it. I'm going to taste the dishes you cook. Don't tell me, you don't have the confidence to give it to others."

"No, I'm still confident about what I cook. If you are not afraid of being hungry, just wait for me for a while, I will serve the rice out and cook a little bit."

"No problem." He was willing to wait for as long as he didn't say this, for fear of scaring her sensitive little rabbit away.

"I'll be as soon as possible!" Zellogg said with a smile, and stepped into the kitchen.

He wanted to help her, but was afraid that she would think he was too close.

Take your time, Xiao Baiyu, don't worry.

One day she can feel your love, and she will open her heart to accept you again.

After Zilog entered the kitchen, he was absent.

She thought Xiao Baiyu had found them, but Qiao Yushi didn't find them. Maybe he didn't want to find them.

It's better this way, you can be free forever. It's just that Xiao Baiyu is here, will he stop her from living a free life?

Does this mean he doesn't want to let go? What can she do to make him completely give up?

By the way, she touched her belly and told him that she had Qiao Yushi's child, maybe he would give up.

Thinking of this, she made up her mind, without any burden in her mind, so she started cooking and cooking without distraction.

After half an hour, the food is complete.

Four dishes and one soup, the fragrant homemade rice instantly aroused the appetite of two people.

"You really did this? I'm so lucky!" Xiao Baiyu said in surprise.

She thinks his attitude is really exaggerated, unlike Qiao Yushi, he always doesn't feel much about her cooking, as if she did what she should.

"The tone is too exaggerated, don't tell me that Mr. Murong has never eaten anything better than this." She smiled.

"I really haven't eaten it!" Seeing her disbelief, he took a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth, saying very seriously.

"It's delicious!" He praised, and also took a piece of braised carp and put it in her bowl.

"Did you know? I have hardly eaten at home, even if I eat, I eat the dishes made by the chef. My biggest dream since I was a child is to hope that my mother can have time to cook for me once. Unfortunately, she is too busy. , There is no time to fulfill my wish."

With that said, Xiao Baiyu felt very sad. Since childhood, he didn't know if his mother understood his wish. She never asked, nor did he say it.

He thinks he is a boy, and if he speaks to his mother like a baby and says he wants to eat the food she made by himself, he seems to be unmanly.

It was not until his mother left that he realized that for the mother, no matter what wishes the son said, it was not a manifestation of lack of manhood.

Grandpa once said to him: "Xiaobo, do you know that your mother has always wanted to do something for you, but I have developed her into a boy character. She doesn't know how to show her mother's tenderness to you, and I don’t know what makes you happy."

When he heard his grandfather say that, he desperately suppressed his tears so that his face was expressionless, as if he was not sad.

Zilog stopped chewing, and tears began to accumulate in his eyes.

He always looks so handsome, and the time with him was too short before, I don't know that he is actually sad inside.

Such a kind, strong and fragile man deserves a good woman to love him and care for his hurting soul.

"You, why are you so easily moved? I lied to you!" Seeing that Zilog was about to cry, he almost couldn't control himself, so he joked and continued to eat.

She understood that he was comforting her, where did he make up such a lie?

Many people admire the rich, but don't know their sadness.

Especially for children, many can hardly feel the love of their parents and live in anticipation all day. Hope, disappointment, disappointment and hope to repeat. In the end, some children chose to indulge to numb their battered hearts.

"In fact, I really like to hear you say this. Can you tell me more about your past?" Zillog said softly.

She thought, even if she couldn't do anything else for him. At least she can be a listener, allowing him to express his depression for many years.

People are not afraid of pain, they are afraid that there is nowhere to vent the pain. As long as there is an outlet, after the venting is over, they can be strong and start again.

"Really want to listen?" he asked with a smile.

"Hmm!" She nodded.

"I don't want to talk about it. I always think it's something weak people do, like complaining." He said.

"But I like to listen to it. I like to listen to stories when I was a kid. I like to listen to stories between children and their biological parents."

"What do you mean?" He asked in a puzzled manner.

"Meaning, my parents are not biological parents. They love me very much, but sometimes I still can’t help thinking. Who are my parents? Why did they abandon me? Isn’t I born to be an innocent person? Do you love someone? You don’t know that children abandoned by their parents will always have a feeling of inferiority and self-pity. No matter how cheerful on the surface, I will still be very sad." In order for him to talk, she herself first talked about her heart .

It's not a lie, she does think so often.

Just as she wanted to pursue the memory she had lost, she often had the urge to find her biological parents.

That is her root. How can she not want to look for it, because she is afraid that her parents will be sad and think that she thinks they are not good to herself.

Moreover, intellectually speaking, she also feels that no matter how many reasons there are, parents should not abandon their biological children.

She is pregnant with the child of a man she hates and hates. She also insists on giving birth, not without this psychological factor.

She must not be a mother who abandons her child, she must bravely assume the responsibility of a mother.

"Fool, how can you be an unloved person? Believe me, you are the most cherished woman in the world. The first time I saw you, I felt this way. Broken crystals need to be held in the palm of your hand."

Her heart was filled with warmth again because of his words, and she laughed at him with a smile on her face: "Oh, you are so sour. I don't want to be a crystal, if I don't hold it securely, don't I be broken?"

I will hold it securely, silly girl, and I will never let it fall to the ground.

He promised in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He changed the subject and said, "Well, then I'll tell you about my childhood."

"I remember that I smashed an antique on purpose. It was a very valuable antique. I wanted to get my mother's attention. Who knew she had heard that I had smashed the antique, so she just said something. It doesn’t matter, it seems that this antique is exactly the same. Mom will buy it again. Do you know how disappointed I was at that time? I wish she could spank me so that I can feel that she loves me. Am I? Very naive?" He smiled unnaturally and lowered his head.

"No, this is nothing naive, I am like you. Although I didn't know when I was a child that I was not my parents, I am very happy. But I often feel a little strange, why don't my parents beat me? Is it because I am too good for them to not spank me? Sometimes I also want to be spanked, so that I can prove that I am being loved by my parents. Therefore, I can understand your feelings." Seeing his head hangs down The lower, as if suppressing sobbing, her little hand hurriedly covered his big hand, comforting.

"Zillog, if my mother is still alive, I must tell her. I want her to spank my **** once, I want her to cook me a meal, I want her to know what toy I love the most. Unfortunately, I never have that chance again, never again." He murmured, and a line of tears slipped down his cheeks.

His crying Zilog was also very sad. She didn't think about anything else, but knew that she was a child who had been abandoned by her mother.

He needs comfort, and someone needs to silently give him strength.

Zilog stood up, walked to him, brought him close to her warm chest, and gently hugged his head.

It's like a mother comforting a child, so holy and so selfless.

Outside the window, a man saw them eating happily together, and saw them hugging like this, clenching his fists unconsciously...

Qiao Yushi's complexion grew more and more iron, his fists creaked.

How much he wanted to rush in and give a lesson to the shameless men and women inside, but he still stood steadily outside the door like he was frozen.

However, the more he faces a strong opponent, the calmer he will be.

Go grab it, if Qiluoge doesn't follow him, he will be on par with Xiao Baiyu in his skill.

What's more, even if he took Zilog away, he didn't want to take it away under Xiao Baiyu's nose.

They just hugged and didn't do too many things, Qiao Yushi thought, after so many days, maybe they have done something hundreds or thousands of times more than this.

The two of them were still holding each other affectionately, and Zillog gently stroked his head. Hell, she never treated him like this.

Damn woman, don't fall into his hands, otherwise he will make her die very, very ugly!

Qiao Yushi kept looking out the window with a hatred of 120,000 points. They couldn't see from the angle he stood. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell from their expressions that the conversation was very harmonious.

Physical contact can bring people closer together. Of course, Xiao Baiyu, who studies medicine, knows this.

His arms lightly embraced Zilog's waist, and his head pressed closer to her. This small movement once again tightened Qiao Yushi's nerves.

At this time, what Xiao Baiyu felt was not only male and female. At this time, he felt a person's love for him, similar to maternal love.

From the first time he saw her, he knew she was a very caring woman. Such a kind face makes her always look so friendly, like a huge magnetic field that attracts everyone who touches her, whether it is a man or a woman.