Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Mu Wanqing was in a daze, with tears of grievance in her eyes, staring straight at: lying on her side on the wide and soft big bed, leaving her only a man with an indifferent back.

In the end, she didn't say anything more, but walked forward slowly, and then moved lightly, not daring to make a sound and lay down on the sofa that only allowed one person to sit on.

She curled herself up as hard as she could, curling up on the sofa.

I don't know if it was because her body was folded too hard, her stomach was squeezed, or for some other reason, she suddenly felt her stomach squirming violently.

Mu Wanqing quickly raised her hand to press her stomach, very pleasantly surprised, very surprised, this is the first time she did not pass through the equipment, so clearly felt: the existence of her child.

Mu Wanqing wanted to cry for no reason.

Happy, sour.

Before, she checked the fetal movement on the Internet, and pregnant women can feel it when they are four months pregnant.

She read some posts on the Internet, many expectant fathers and expectant mothers are pinching the time, looking forward to talking to the baby when the first fetal movement, and then cultivating and cultivating the relationship.

but……

In the darkness, Mu Wanqing's cold little hands comforted her stomach over and over again.

She didn't know if she was too sad and had hallucinations, or... the child in her stomach had spirituality.

In the silent night, she could clearly hear a small and extremely weak childish voice asking her: "Mommy, Mommy, does it mean that Daddy doesn't like me?! He never greeted me, and never told me Talk, don't sing to me, Mom, I want to hear Dad's voice, I'm four months old, but I haven't heard his voice..."

"Mom, mom, does dad hate me?! And I, destined to be a child who is not liked by dad?! Mom, the angel of heaven told me that a child without dad's love is the most pitiful, mom, I don't want to be a poor child ..."

"Mom, it would be fine if I wasn't born, because, in that case, there will be a short period of sadness, and I can find a father and mother who loves me again..."

Hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Mu Wanqing's heart ached unbearably, she raised her hand, and tightly covered her mouth, not to let her sad cry leak out.

She kept saying to the child in her stomach: "Baby, Dad doesn't love you, but Mom loves you very much, really loves you very much, don't choose to leave your mother like your sister, okay?! In that way, really It's too cruel. Mom promises you that when you are born, she will love you more, love you more, and spoil you even more. Even if there is no father, mother can give you the brightest life, so... Please, don't be so Cruel, leaving mother alone, okay?! Baby, baby, baby..."

Mu Wanqing thought that if she didn't dig or touch some wounds, she could heal them; if she didn't think about or mention some pains, she could treat them as non-existent.

But, that's just self-deception.

After all, she couldn't forget or erase it. Three years ago, when she found out that she was pregnant, she searched for him all over the world in desolation and despair.

She couldn't forget that she was lying covered in blood in the taxi that rolled over under the cliff, feeling her daughter being pulled away from her body bit by bit.

That was the first time she really felt the coming of death.

She cried, she yelled, she begged God not to take her daughter away, but the result was: she cried all her tears dry, her voice became hoarse, and her daughter went away anyway.

She spent a long, long time in self-hypnosis, and that painful memory was nothing more than a dream, a terrible nightmare.

In that dream, she gave her daughter a very cute, nice-sounding, and very meaningful name: Admiration Ni.

Admire Ni, admire you.

Yang Mofan, do you know how much I love you, how much I have loved you since I was a child.

What's the heart, what's the deep-rooted, I love you so much that I don't want my life.

But, you don't care about anything, you don't know anything, and you don't want anything...

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