Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

The child was laughing just now, but suddenly he was crying.

"Han! If my sister-in-law is awake, she definitely doesn't want to see you like this." Zhuo Shu said coldly, obviously wanting to punch him awake.

Xiao Mohan turned around, his silent black eyes without any warmth.

"If it weren't for giving birth to him, Chuchu wouldn't be like this." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. He took a half step back, obviously wanting to stay away from the child, and said, "I shouldn't have let him come into this world."

If she hadn't been pregnant for no reason, how could she have almost lost her life?

"Cold." Zhuo Shu listened and was about to say something. The door was opened, Xiao Nan came in, hugged the child, and dragged Zhuo Shu away.

"Grandpa Xiao, I haven't finished speaking yet," Zhuo Shu said.

Xiao Nan glanced at him and said: "Forget it, he feels sad, please understand. Let him be quiet..."

He had tried the pain of losing a loved one.

Second floor, baby room.

Xiao Mohan had milk sprayed on his face, so he turned around and pulled out a tissue to wipe his face.

"Xiao Yijue." Xiao Mohan called in a deep voice, seeing him lying in his arms obediently, as if he was taking a nap after drinking enough to get ready for bed?

After a while, Xiao Yijue fell asleep.

Xiao Mohan froze on the spot, looking at this pink little girl,

He was about to throw the child on the bed, but when he saw the child breathing smoothly, Xiao Mohan touched the child's pink face with his fingertips. His sleeping expression was so similar to Gu Chuyan.

Xiao Mohan turned around, carried Xiao Yijue towards the balcony, and walked back to the bedroom.

"Chuchu, open your eyes and look, he is the child you worked so hard to give birth to."

"Chuchu, I gave him a name. Do you like it?"

Unfortunately, Gu Chuyan was lying on the bed, motionless.

Her lips were white and bloodless, and her whole body was lifeless, like a ceramic doll with no sign of life.

"Chuchu." Xiao Mohan stood beside the bed, his silent black eyes looking at her little face with fascination, his voice became hoarse and bitter.

He placed Xiao Yijue lying beside the bed, bent down to look at Gu Chuyan, and reached out to hold her little face.

"As a man, how can I let you suffer like this? Chuchu, get up and hit me and scold me. You shouldn't punish me like this." Xiao Mohan's voice was choked.

It is said that a man has tears and does not shed them lightly.

But Gu Chuyan was the string in his heart that was holding on for no reason. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much.

"Wow." Xiao Yijue cried suddenly, stretched himself out, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and grabbed his little hand with great strength.

"Whoosh!" Xiao Mohan felt that a column of water was spraying towards him.

Spray onto the side of his face and pour into his ears.

Xiao Mohan turned his head silently. The "water spring" hadn't stopped yet and shot towards his face. Water droplets dripped from his face to his lips and seeped into his clothes.

"..." Xiao Mohan stood there silently.

"Damn it." Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand and touched the water drops on his face.

He was soaked from head to toe.

He just bent down to talk to Gu Chuyan, but she didn't get any splash on her, but it soaked everything from his face to his clothes. A faint, indescribable smell filled the air from his body.

"Is this what you should do?" Xiao Mohan became angry and said coldly.

After Xiao Yijue finished urinating, he lay on the bed with a comfortable look on his face. He turned his pink face sideways, glanced at Xiao Mohan, grinned, raised his fingers, and stuffed them into his mouth.

"..." Xiao Mohan stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.

Her cheeks were stained with milk, which had curdled. The moisture soaked his hair and clothes, and his entire elegance was destroyed.