The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 556 Birth away (5)

"Where's your son?" Yan Danqing looked at the man in front of him, and when he opened his mouth, tears flowed out.

Where is the son?
And her son!
"Don't cry." Emperor Yao reached out to wipe her tears in a panic, but wiped more and more, and his heart was about to break. He wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her cheek, but all he could do was wipe her tears Tears, nothing can be done: "Don't cry, you are in confinement, you can't cry, you know, I will find a way, he will be fine, Qingqing, please, don't cry."

"Emperor Yao." Yan Danqing didn't know who else she could trust, and who else was worthy of her trust. She just looked at him, looked at him quietly, and even cried silently: "Emperor Yao, save me!" Save him, save him, he is our son, save him!"

their conversation.

She heard it all.

It was all because of her, all because of her, that the baby was poisoned.

"Don't cry." Emperor Yao's voice was hoarse, he didn't know what to do, his body was shaking violently, and he wiped away the tears on her face with his big hand: "Qingqing, don't cry, I beg you, don't cry."

He thought she would scold him.

He thought she would hate him.

But at this moment, she just cried, helplessly, desperately crying to him to save her son.

At the foot, there was a sound of breathing, and her mother's unique sensitive nerves made her look over.

Both kids are there.

Regardless of Emperor Yao's dissuasion, she crawled over and looked at the infant child seriously.

Both are her babies.

but.

Why is the difference so big?

A white and fat baby with a ruddy complexion, one can tell at a glance that he is a very healthy baby.

But the other one has a small body, a small face, with an unhealthy purple color, and a small fist that is not as big as her own finger. She dare not touch the small face.

How can it be so small.

How could it be so weak.

So small that one could mistake him for a fragile puppet doll.

Why is his complexion so bad.

She wants to hug him, wants to kiss him.

But her hands trembled, and she didn't dare to touch him, for fear that he would shatter if she touched him.

tears.

Sliding down without a sound.

Her throat was sore and swollen, her heart softened, and the pain made her twitch.

"Emperor Yao, what did I do wrong? It's fine if God punishes me. Why did you do this to my child?"

She didn't know what she did wrong, God wanted to treat her baby like this.

Quan Kongyu has already entered, looking at the crying Yan Danqing: "Brother must go, Qingqing, I know you know everything, I don't need to explain to you, this matter is not your fault, nor anyone else's fault , No one knew it would be such a result, if you want to blame it, blame me, if I can find out in time, maybe it will not be such a result."

Yan Danqing raised his eyes, his eyes were red and swollen, and looked at him seriously, as if to confirm whether what he said was true or not: "Can it really be cured? Can sending him to Northern Xinjiang cure him?"

"If you don't send it to Northern Xinjiang, there is no hope." Quan Kongyu knew that she was in pain. As a mother, who would not feel sorry for her own child, who was born in October of her pregnancy, how could she be willing to part with it.

"Okay!" Yan Danqing's hand gently touched the little guy's face, biting his lips, afraid that his tears would fall on his face and body.

Soft to the touch.

It made her heart melt.

His facial features are small, but it can be seen that he looks good. He must be a handsome boy when he grows up.

(End of this chapter)