The weather is getting hotter and hotter. On the second day of the high temperature this year, Le Xin called and asked Beibei to go to the Maternal and Child Hospital for help.

When she arrived at the hospital by taxi, Le Xin was waiting outside the clinic. She stopped crying, and most of the trails drawn on her face were dried up, like makeup. The greatness of women is that they can bear much more than they think they are. Le Xin is the same, from a girl to a warrior overnight.

That day, Baoxi was sitting on the bench. He was exhausted, his hair was piled up on his head. Their child was half a year old and he was exhausted. The child almost exhausted all his parents' experiences, making Le Xin more and more courageous, but he became more and more cowardly.

The long corridor was filled with parents of children, men and women, crying like a funeral. Le Xin's sister also came, she was more beautiful than Le Xin. She was not married yet. When she saw her brother-in-law, she glanced with her lower eyelids, then held Le Xin's hand, stood at the door of the clinic, and looked at the door. The door that had never been opened could be seen at a glance.

The doctor came out, and the door was pushed open, followed by a beautiful female nurse, pushing the small car that put the child. Le Xin hurriedly came up. Inside the car, the little girl tilted her head and lay on her back as if she was dead. The front of her clothes was colorful, and everything she vomited was everywhere.

The doctor said that the child's congenital problems were a bit serious. Treatment for such a young child will also affect her future life. She may be shorter than other children and will lag a little behind in all aspects. She suggested that Le Xin wait until the child is older before treatment.

"Doctor, will she always cry like this? Will her face turn blue when she holds it in her mouth?" Le Xin's voice became quieter and softer, and then she started to swear. She no longer expects this child to be the same as others. She just hopes that she can suffer less.

The doctor nodded and patted Lexin's arm: "No one can help her, but this child is very smart. She can cooperate with us at such a young age, which may be a kind of compensation."

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When she took Xiao Changle home, the three adults of the family were approaching the inner room. Beibei went to the kitchen to cook porridge and brought it to Lexin. She seemed to have no appetite, so she forced a little smile, took the porridge bowl, and took a bite of it.

Beibei sat on the edge of the bed and watched. The child was indeed different from others. She seemed to be out of breath and didn't cry so much. She kept moving.

"Babe, I thought she would die." Suddenly, Le Xin said.

"No." Beibei was in great pain. Whenever she faced this child, she felt that all this was just because of herself. Because of what she said, she should have told Le Xin, but she was careless.

"Is she really not right?" Le Xin put his hand on Beibei's arm. She was looking for a positive answer, but they all knew it was just encouragement.

"No." Beibei thought for a while, and she tried to smile as sincerely as possible: "What's wrong with Baoxi? You don't care about him."

"He's not bad, it's not because of him, it's his mother." Le Xin sighed: "He's so cruel."

The child was still lying quietly in the pink quilt, her eyes closed. Her hair and eyelashes were all so creamy, which was very unhealthy, and her little face went from her mouth to her nose. Fortunately, she couldn't understand what the adult said: "She didn't say she didn't want this child anymore, nor did she tell me, so she told her son that it meant that I wanted this child, so I divorced me, I took care of the child myself, and gave me a house or something, so he asked him to find another one."

The room was silent, and even the sister-in-law who had been giggling beside her stopped talking. After a while, Beibei asked, "What do you think of Baoxi?"

"He said he was with me and the child. As long as I wanted her, we would save her." Le Xin's two lines of tears rolled down: "Beibei, this is the only thing that makes me happy now, but I dare not face him. I want to scold him, but I can't scold him in front of him."

A long period of crying, changing patterns, and whipping at various rhythms, Baoxi kept standing at the door and listening to the movement inside without making any sound.

"Babe, do you think she will hate me in the future?" Le Xin gently stroked the daughter's head.

"No." Le Xin's eyes suddenly focused on Beibei's face. Beibei also thought about her questions. Actually, she thought it would not be possible! But she felt that this child might also think it would be better if he didn't come out.

"If she would hate you, you wouldn't be sad. No one can have the whole world, maybe more of it belongs to her in the future."

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Peng Cheng has a place to live and his life is also regular.

The middle-aged man who shared the rent was very busy with work and didn't know what to do. He didn't go home for at least twenty days a month. When he came back, he just stayed for a night and left again, so the house became Peng Cheng's own.

At first, he stayed obediently in his small house and never crossed the line. But after a few days, Peng Cheng discovered that most of the time, he could not wait for the middle-aged man, so when he was tired of watching TV, he was too lazy to change and slept in the middle-aged man's double bed until dawn.

Every other day when Peng Cheng off work, he would go to his house to have dinner with him. They would buy some vegetables and come back. Peng Cheng made it for Beibei to eat. He always said, "Wife, I don't know what to eat if you don't come. Tell me! What do you think you want to eat today?"

Is this called holding it in the palm of your hand? Beibei felt that it was, he insisted on her and insisted on her saying it, it would not be possible if he didn't say it. The girl was well-tooked by his care. Every day Peng Cheng asked her to sit on the bed and wait, and he would take the remote control and choose a channel she liked with her.

"Wife, do you think this is okay?"

He always likes to watch some very old-fashioned Hong Kong movies, such as the rough picture quality, such as the young and dandy, the wind and the clouds, etc., or something else. Bebe has watched all those movies, but she doesn't like watching these. In fact, she doesn't even like watching TV. Anyway, Peng Cheng likes her most of them don't pursue it.

"Then you watch first, your husband wiped the floor." Peng Cheng liked to call himself a husband very much. Although Beibei had never called him once so far, he was happy.

"Wife, take off your shoes and sit on the bed. I'll wipe the floor, don't move anywhere."

He took off Beibei's shoes, hum, he would take off her shoes, and then lift her feet under her nose after taking them off: "Hey, my wife, how sour and sour?"

"You have no taste?" The girl blushed and stepped back to the kang.
Chapter completed!