Even until Death, the Scum Gong Thought I was a White Lotus

Xie Mu was taken to the training center.

The people in the training institute knew him, and the working little girl standing at the front desk remembered this young father who always came to see the children.

Every time he came, the young girl laughed and laughed, "Mr. Xie came to see the baby again, he is the happiest child in our house."

But this time, she noticed that she was obviously stunned after seeing him, with a slight sympathy, "Mr. Xie, let the festival change ..."

Grief changes smoothly ...

Xie Mu's body shook, his eyes turned black for a while, and he almost did not fall to the ground.

The night behind him quickly supported him, and his hands fell intimately on the young man's waist. The distressed Wen said, "Xiao Mu, does it matter?"

Xie Mu could hardly hear anyone talking to himself. He was white-faced and striding, and under the leadership of the staff, he saw his child.

He has been away for three days. In these three days, he has been lying in a cold bed, waiting for his relatives to visit him for a final look.

Not the family members could not go in. The staff stared at the thin young man who could not bear and knelt beside the crib, sighed, pulled the door up, and left the unqualified father and son alone.

At midnight, he asked the staff to open a glass window by the door, stand there and look at Xie Mu in the house.

The young man knelt on the ground and gently pulled up the little child's hand on the bed. Once, he had imagined that when the child was born, he would also hold his hand like he is now. It might be soft or small. of.

But I never expected that the first time he pulled his hand, it turned out to be so cold and stiff.

"Baby ..." Just spit out two words, as if exhausting all his strength.

He knelt on the ground, holding the child's cold little hand, crying with a headache.

Obviously, everything is prepared ...

Small clothes, small beds ...

I even thought about how to take care of my child when he woke up at night.

No matter how scared he is to become a strange lover, because of his children and his family, he didn't even think about escaping.

Ze Ting has changed. If the baby picks it up, will he be good to him?

But now, there is nothing ...

The sound insulation of the room is still very good. At least in the middle of the night, I can only see the young man's trembling shoulders on his back, but he can't hear the slightest sound.

Xiao Mu is sad.

Long ago, I expected to be sad.

The pretty man's eyes stared at the youthful back inside, his eyes darkened slightly.

Xiaomu who values ​​the family, after this incident, I am afraid that he will never forgive Bai Zeting again.

It's so cute.

I can tolerate the bad treatment of Baidu, but on my relatives, I persisted unexpectedly.

The man standing by the door stretched out his hand and gently fell on the glass.

Through the glass, slender fingers outline the youth's back.

From then on, Xiao Mu could only be his.

***

"If you want to take the child, you need the fingerprint signature of all immediate family members."

When the pale face of the young man hugged the child, the staff kindly reminded, "Do you want your partner to come?"

Xie Mu's eyes moved, his eyes circled redly, and he asked softly, "What about divorce?"

The staff was stunned.

She clearly remembered that the parent who had just lost her child had a good relationship with her partner at home, and every time he came to visit the child, he would learn from them how to cook soup for his partner.

At half a moment, she couldn't help but said, "If the child has not been buried before the divorce, the nursery will confirm who he will leave to him based on the records of the visits to the child.

A self-deprecating wry smile appeared on the youth's face.

The child will definitely be left to him, since Bai Zeting has seen countless visits since he was raised.

It is ridiculous that he would honestly believe that his lover is just too busy, not that he does not love children.

If he really loved, how could he let his little one be allowed to lie in the cold morgue for three days.

If it hadn't been for this night, he wouldn't even know that their child, the child who gave birth to their common blood, is dead.

So, Bo Zeting told him, what is he trying to do today when the child is born?

It was to hold another child to lie to him.

Or, tell him the truth as he waits full of expectations.

He said, "Please wait a moment, I'll get a divorce."

There was a hint of pleasure in the eyes of the man behind Xie Mu who had been silent in guardianship.

Although the process was tortuous, in the end, Xiao Mu still had to return to him.

He stretched out his hand, naturally, embraced the young man's shoulder, his voice was infinitely gentle, "Xiao Mu, don't worry, with me, Bai Zeting can't take you."

Xie Mu nodded wistfully, his voice fluttering softly, like in a cloud, "Thank you."

***

Bai Zeting spent a lot of connections and efforts to find a suitable child.

After a little operation, he let people send the child to the company and hold it in person, so he rarely got home by the driver's car.

Xie Mu loves children so much. With this child, she will never have the idea of ​​leaving again.

The child's body was soft, wrapped in magpies, obediently and quietly, and in the man's arms, he could not see anything, but his black eyes were unconsciously looking at Bai Zeting.

The newborn child's eyes are very bright, dark and beautiful.

The man suddenly thought that when Xie's family hadn't fallen, Xie Mu looked up, full of longing to describe him to the child who was still in the cultivation liquid.

— "His eyes are closed, but his eyelashes are very long, his nose is small, his mouth is slightly muffled, his calf is pinched like this, his small hands are particularly small, and I look at him as if he looks more like me."

Talking, the young man laughed, and his pretty eyes were full of expectations, "I am the smaller one."

Bai Zeting's hand moved slightly.

Yeah, Xie Mu, the smaller one.

their child.

The child, who was scheduled to die before he was born, eventually died.

Obviously there should be no wave in my heart, but why, suddenly a little bit reluctant.

The man hugged the child in one hand and slowly raised the other. The slender, slender hands were pressed against the heart.

It's boring, it hurts.

Why does it hurt?

He sat in the back seat, watching the car parked in front of the house, and got out of the car with the child in his arms, but sharply raised his eyebrows and looked at the wide open door.

Inside the room, Xie Mu sat pale and stood beside him comfortably.

On the table in front were two unsigned divorce agreements.