Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Zhou Chongguang sent Gu Mei back to the apartment, and Gu Mei behaved very normally.

She thoughtfully asked him to go to the hospital to accompany the child, saying that it didn't matter that she was at home.

Zhou Chongguang's eyes were deep, falling on Gu Mei's face for a long time before he smiled lightly: "Then I'm leaving!"

He even reached out and gently touched Gu Mei's cheek, and Gu Mei's eyes were filled with joy.

Zhou Chongguang didn't say anything, just confessed a few words, don't leave.

When he opened the door and walked out, his face was already covered with gloom--

Gu Mei is acting!

The so-called postpartum depression is pretend.

Zhou Chongguang closed his eyes slightly, his fingers clenched his fists.

How could she sacrifice her son for this false marriage?

Does she have humanity in the end?

She is sure that he will feel soft, and that he will ease his attitude because of her illness, right?

Her flaw is that she knows him too much, and everything is acting according to his wishes. The acting is a bit too much, but it is not true.

It's not that he has never seen someone who is depressed. Just like Qin Mu, who was 14 years old, Qin Mu had no look in his eyes at that time, but she had never harmed others. A little bit of careful thought can make her happy.

None of these can be pretended.

And Gu Mei... Zhou Chongguang smiled softly.

She really doesn't have to be like that, she really thinks too much.

Zhou Chongguang's thin lips tightened, but he didn't say anything and drove directly to the hospital.

He was tired, exhausted beyond words.

But the road has to go, life has to go on...

However, he could not find a trace of happiness.

While driving, he did not put out a cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head, and took a long sip. The smoke that he spit out was blown away by the night wind...

There was a cigarette between his slender fingers, rising and falling, and his eyes were deep and moist.

In my mind, in my heart, there was nothing else except Qin Mu.

When he arrived at the hospital, he looked at Mizuki's soft little face and watched Xiao Mizuki smiling at him, his heart softened slightly.

He unexpectedly found Qin Mu's shadow on Shuimu's face.

Zhou Chongguang didn't know if this was his own illusion or hope. In short, he felt that the longer Shuimu was, the more he resembled his Mu Mu.

Mizuki-Mu!

Perhaps it was originally his and Qin Mu's child.

At that moment, Zhou Chongguang felt that the person who suffered postpartum depression was himself.

He stroked his forehead, smiled slightly bitterly, and bent over to tease Mizuki.

Aunt Zhang on the side smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, the baby knows you. He laughed as soon as you came. She had a little face stretched for a long time before."

Zhou Chongguang smiled softly: "My son."

Aunt Zhang also laughed, bending over to tease the little guy: "Little Mizuki!"

When Aunt Zhang called this name, Zhou Chongguang smiled lightly, feeling unspeakable satisfaction in his heart.

He finally found a touch of comfort and a touch of balance in this unsatisfactory marriage.

He seems to be living outside Gu Mei's life, he has his own spirit.

He, Mu Mu, and their Xiao Shuimu lived together.

(Mr. Zhou, this is a disease. If you have a disease, you should be treated!)

Aunt Zhang, who didn't know the inside story, was still screaming at Xiao Mizuki and she didn't notice Zhou Chongguang's strangeness.

This evening, Zhou Chongguang stayed in the hospital for one night, and Aunt Zhang also slept in a small room to guard.

In the early morning, Qin Chen came over, still looking like an extremely noble, refined and elegant male god.