Sweet Wife, be Good!

The appearance of Xiao Bao struggling in the water, the appearance of his little hands and feet trying to save himself weakly but unable to escape the uncovered water flow, causing Feng Ling to wake up countless times from his sleep.

At that time, Xiao Bao fell into the water, and she wanted to jump down to save him the first time, watching her son suffer. In her motherhood, she had no other thoughts. She just wanted to save him and want her to be well.

It was people like Shen Fengshan who pressed her tightly and prevented her from saving her son.

She was on the shore with her head pressed to the ground, screaming loudly, weakly watching her son's figure getting smaller and smaller, and less and less movement in the water. She bit her tongue in despair, and used her head fiercely in despair. Hit the ground.

That kind of hope, but being held down by all hopes, turned into a feeling of despair. In the second half of her life, she could not forget every detail, as if it was deeply engraved in her heart. Engraved into the bones of the spinal cord in the blood.

By the time she struggled desperately to fight to death, severely stabbed all the people who held her to death, escaped from these people, and jumped down the river, Xiao Bao had already no trace.

She dived and floated in the river desperately, but never saw her son's little helpless face again.

At that time, what she wanted most was to let herself follow the current and accompany her son...

In the end, she was rescued, but Xiaobao was gone forever.

Xiaobao...It's Mommy I'm sorry for you.

Feng Ling opened her eyes and looked at the yellowed face of the little boy in the photo, her heart filled with hatred again.

Whether Shen Fengshan or Fu Hongxuan, everyone, wait and come one by one.

...

Yan Junhao walked in.

The butler said softly, "Master, the Duke has been alone for several hours."

"Well, you can do it yourself first." Yan Junhao said lightly.

Almost every once in a while, Yan Junhao would see his aunt's sadness for a while.

When he was young, he would ask why, but every time his aunt refused to say.

He sensibly stopped asking, but he knew that something had been pressing on her heart.

Seeing my aunt's expression of sadness, I couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and whispered, "Aunt."

The Duke opened his eyes, his expression in a daze.

"Aunt, I heard that you saw Shen Fengshan, nothing happened, right?" Yan Junhao saw blood on her hand, worried, "I'll let the doctor come over."

"No need. It didn't hurt." The Duke stopped him.

Yan Junhao squatted down and shook her hand, and found that there was no problem before letting go.

He was raised by his aunt alone. He was called Aunty in name. In fact, he completely regarded her as a mother in his heart. She treated him like a mother without any difference.

Seeing him with a deep expression on his face, the Duke smiled: "It's okay, my aunt knows what he is doing. Go and rest."

"Aunt, are you really going to tell me about the past?" Yan Junhao also checked it out. In this world, there is no secret.

Instead, he heard another name, Feng Jue.

The past is gone, and there is not much news he can inquire, but in his heart, he is already worried, worried that his aunt will embark on a path to hurt herself.

"Jun Hao, I'm very tired, so go and rest first."

The Duke's heart was filled with painful memories, and at this moment, he didn't want to say any more.