Late at night in the room, Ling Xiaoan slowly opened her eyes and looked at the other side of the empty room. She reached out and touched it. There was no temperature.

Has he been away for a long time?

When did you leave?

Where did he go

It seems that the man who has been lingering with her just now, as if what happened just now, just had a dream.

Wake up, all static.

Her body still has his heat, but her heart seems to be half cold.

She sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, quietly opening her eyes, thinking all night.

Gradually, she had an emotional dependence on him.

But she is not sure that such dependence, is not with a certain degree of pathological... She does not know, such feelings, can be called like.

....

The next morning, Ling Xiaoan came to the hospital. This time, she didn't bring anything to eat.

Looking at her dark eyes and haggard face, Joe could not help worrying: "what's the matter with you, xiao'an? Did you not sleep well last night? "

Ling Xiaoan shakes his head and drops his eyes gently. He hasn't spoken for a long time.

Qiao wanwan knew Ling Xiaoan's temperament well and didn't continue to ask. He tried to change the topic: "by the way, how was the interview yesterday?"

“....”

Looking at Ling Xiaoan's expression, Joe guessed that it was Xiao Han again?

Didn't you pass the interview? Maybe Xiao Han refused to let Xiao an practice?

Well, it must be!

Ling Xiaoan slowly raised his face and swallowed his throat. His eyes begged: "evening, may I ask Mr. Lu something?"

Ask Lu Zhanshen something? Joe's eyes are full of doubts. What does that mean?

At this time, Lu Zhanshen just pushed the door and walked into the ward, coughing, with a freshly sterilized milk bottle in his hand.

"Xiao an, what do you want to ask him?"

Ling Xiaoan stood up, went to Lu Zhanshen, clenched his fist slightly, summoned up the courage to ask: "I want to ask Su Yuan!"

"Mr. Lu, I want to know Su Yuan!"

She wants to know everything about Su Yuan.

Lu Zhan was deeply stunned. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't dare to believe that the girl would make such a request to him directly.

He took a look at his little wife. Then he spoke slowly in a low voice.

He just said a few words, but for Ling Xiaoan, every word was like a knife in his heart.

When Lu Zhanshen finished, Ling Xiaoan's face was gray, and he bit his lip to death, almost bleeding, and his heart was killing him!

Looking at Ling Xiaoan quickly running out of the ward, Joe was so angry that he wanted to smash the pillow: "Lu Zhanshen, what's the matter with you? Why do you talk to Xiao an about that? Why do you say it when you know it hurts so much? "

Lu Zhanshen sat down beside the bed, touched his little wife's head with his big hand, and sighed softly: "words hurt people again, but what I said is the truth. Since she asked, why hide it?"

"Xiao Han's past, she is qualified to understand, don't you think?"

Joe pouted all night. That's the reason, but does he have to be so straightforward?

The first woman?

First love?

To be any woman would be unbearable. What's more, Xiao an is fragile enough!

Lu Zhanshen leaned over and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. His eyes darkened: "it's time for our son to drink milk."

"..." Joe's face turned red at night. Is the luster addicted to that?

"Then you can bring me over. Dr. Cheng said there's no need to use the bottle any more. I'll feed him myself. It can also enhance the relationship between mother and son."

Just this morning, Lu Zhanshen went to Pei Jie and settled Xiao Chenxi in the next room with the consent of the pediatrician.

She said it was for the convenience of looking after the children, but she couldn't understand why she didn't let them stay in the same room directly?

"No way."

Hearing the man's refusal, Joe looked excited: "why not? You won't let me stay in the same room with the baby, and now you won't let me feed him? "

He touched her angry face, tone is very firm: "obedient, let him drink with a bottle, this is also very good."

The little guy is getting healthier day by day, and he drinks milk more and more frequently. He doesn't want her to be too tired. He doesn't want her to get up in the middle of the night to take care of the little guy.

After all, her own body is not perfect.

"I don't want to, I want to feed myself, I want to feed myself!"

"I don't care about Lu Zhanshen. You can't deprive my son of his right to drink milk!"

"..." he couldn't beat her. At last, he took his son over.

It's just the picture

Ah ah, it's really heart beating!

The little guy has a good appetite. He's a soft one. He's in his mother's arms. He seems to fall asleep and doesn't move.

But after a while, the little guy seemed to wake up again and began to drink again.

Such a cute little guy can't get tired of staring at him all day without blinking.

Lu Zhanshen looks at the edge, and his mouth bends unconsciously.

His woman, his son, such a beautiful picture that he did not dare to think of.

When his son finished drinking, Lu Zhanshen carefully carried him back to the sterile room next door.

Looking back, he carefully wiped her little wife and cleaned her clothes.

Staring at her little face dyed thin red, he couldn't help sticking it up and kissing

"You are not allowed to see it in the future!" Joe's face tilted slightly at night, his tone irritated.

"Why don't you let me see it?" I can't eat. Don't you show me?

Well, that vulgar thought flashed through his mind.

But just think about it, he is not so ridiculous as to rob his son's rations.

After a while, he sat by the bed, gently holding her hand, a serious expression: "late, there is something, I think you should know."

"What's the matter?" Joe turned around and looked at him, with a faint sense of what he wanted to say.

However, her eyes did not evade, she waited for him to speak.

"The police may sue her, and my lawyer will follow up, but if you think..."

Suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Her body is just right, her mood is not easy to calm a lot, he really does not want to let her think of those memories again at this time.

But this matter always has to be solved, and he won't hide it any more, and she has the right to know.

Joe bowed his head and was silent.

For a moment, she looked up and asked, "is all that she said true? Including my father... Are those all true? "

But soon, without waiting for him to answer, she took the initiative to hold him, mouth shallow pursed: "how to do, how to do it, my mother has died, in the cemetery... You take me to the cemetery."