Seeing Qiqi's bulging belly, Mu Chu's heart was immediately torn to pieces and blood.

Why did he suddenly become so selfish?

If she was still Mu Qiqi, if this body was still owned by him, he would have no hesitation to remind her of the past.

But now, this body is Murong Qiqi.

Murong Qiqi does not belong to him, Murong Qiqi is Chu Xuanchi's...

If she evokes her memory, what else does it mean to her besides pain and entanglement?

He couldn't let her live in pain and dilemma for the rest of her life.

Can't……

The big palms on her shoulders were suddenly released.

Qiqi also slowly woke up in the loss, looked up and the door opened and he left.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain spread from the bottom of her heart and spread to her limbs, making her chest feel stuffy.

Why do some confused scenes appear in her head when she is lost?

She leaned beside the man and looked at the stars in the sky with him.

He asked her: "Do you know what kind of flower is the most beautiful flower in the world?"

She shook her head, not knowing how to answer.

But the man told her with a smile, "It's Qishenhua, I've seen it in my dream."

Seven wounds...

Is that scene true or false?

Why are they so familiar and so close, but they become so far away at that moment?

She slowly stood up, walked to the door, and looked into the front yard.

Fortunately, Achu is still there.

He stood under the tree, and the wind blew by, blew his little black hair. The slender and tall figure was still so lonely, and this time it added a bit of depression and sadness.

Sad, sad...she felt sad and distressed, but she didn't know how she could relieve his pain.

How could she really open his heart again, let him return to everyone's arms, and reorganize a home with them?

He stood under the shade of the trees from morning to dusk.

Qiqi tried to go over and call him back several times, but when he was always approaching him, he stopped his pace again.

He was hesitating, thinking, or losing himself in his consciousness, wanting to choose something, but unable to choose the answer he wanted most.

He wanted to make a choice, and she always knew him so well, so she didn't dare to get close to him and didn't want to affect his decision.

No matter what he wants to choose, no matter whether it is related to himself or not, at least, she respects him.

The sunset shines on him, and the light is shining brightly, clearly with a luster. The heart under the luster is always dull.

Mu Fan has a second class today, and Baoer insists on waiting for him to come back before coming back, so it's a bit late.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the figure under the shade of the tree. Baoer immediately let go of Mu Fan's hand and ran over: "Dad!"

The figure that had been stiff under the tree for a long time finally moved slightly under this call.

Until Baoer rushed to him and hugged his legs, then opened his arms and looked at him: "Dad's hug."

Mu Chucai seemed to have suddenly returned to reality from another world.

When he lowered his head and saw Baoer's sunny little face full of attachment to himself, he was so sad that he almost shed tears of heroes.

My children have long love and longing for so much that I almost forgot everything around me.

I forgot how much joy Baoer's "Dad" brought him, how much touching Qiqi's "Achu" brought him, and how many faces he always likes to fight each other, but once something really happens, I can still ignore his life and death, and how much noisy fun they have brought him.

He... really forgot a lot.

The slightly trembling long arms stretched out and picked up Baoer.

Baoer hugged his neck, and his tender voice immediately wrapped around his ears and couldn't dissipate: "Dad, He Xiaomei bullied me again today! She pulled my skirt, it was so annoying."

"Then have you bullied her back?" His voice was hoarse, he didn't speak all day, and suddenly he was about to speak, but his voice was a little stuck in his throat, almost unable to come out.

"I...I'll go and tell the teacher..." Baoer pouted at his fingers, and when he looked at him, his eyes were full of begging: "Dad, don't tell Dad."

"Why?" Mu Chu looked at her.

Baoer muttered again, looking aggrieved: "If my daddy scolds me, I know to ask for help from others. I don't know if I'll call him back, and I'm not domineering at all."

"Your dad is savage, we are civilized people, if we don't learn his style, we will tell the teacher that it is right..."

At the door of the hall in the distance, Qiqi leaned against the door, his hands fell on his belly, and he unconsciously caressed him.

Achu... was finally willing to speak again, and finally was willing to laugh again.

That night, after Mu Chu coaxed Baoer to fall asleep, he knocked on Qiqi's door.

Wuming has not returned yet, and Chu Xuanchi is still at Dongfang International.

After taking a shower with Qiqi, Tongtong went to prepare the ingredients for breakfast tomorrow morning.

When Mu Chu entered the door, there was only one person left in the room.

Seeing that her hair was not dry yet, he consciously walked into the bathroom, took a dry towel out, walked behind her, and wiped her hair bit by bit.

Qiqi was reading a parenting magazine. At this time, the person was behind her, but she didn't know how to talk to him.

The magazine was placed on his knees, and the words inside him could not even read a single word after he entered the door.

"These few days have made you sad." The man behind him suddenly said softly, and his long gentle fingers fell between her hair, passing by little by little.

Qiqi wanted to look back at him, but she had an inexplicable feeling that if she turned around, it would destroy the rare peace and warmth of the present.

This is the first time since he came back, the two of them have found this warm feeling.

"In the future, I won't make you sad, let alone make you embarrassed."

His voice fell, and a trace of seeped into her heart. The slight sour feeling slowly began to spread to the limbs and bones in the heart. In the end, every tendon and vein in the body was sore and painful.

A kind of pain that I couldn't even explain clearly, and all kinds of feelings filled my heart at that moment.

"Achu..."

"I didn't know where I went in those months. Maybe I just had a long dream. It was very long, so long that I had to wonder if everything was just a dream."

She shook her thin lips, but didn't know what to say.

He still wiped her hair, his movements as soft as before.

"But after all, it's just a dream. Now that the dream has woken up, everything has passed."

Holding her long hair in her hand, looking at the strand of black hair in her palm, something flashed in her eyes.

If you accidentally, the tears fell into your palm and melted into her hair.

There is a kind of tenderness that I just want to see you laugh. If you smile, even if I smile, I will laugh too.

There is a kind of tenderness, as long as you know that I will always stand behind you, if you turn back, I will be your harbor, if you don’t want to turn back, I will be your shadow, and every day from now on, I will be wherever you go.

There is a kind of gentleness, when you first meet, it is like a spring breeze, when you see each other again, you will never leave your life and death.
Chapter completed!