The happy life of crossing

Chapter 8

In the haze, she saw a little pink dumpling standing beside the bed, his big moist and bright eyes looked at her unblinkingly, his obsidian-like pupils flickered, he bit his little lip in some confusion, stretched out The chubby little hand seemed to be about to touch the wound on her head, but when it was about to touch it, it was retracted timidly, and the little head was lowered, thinking about something at a loss.

Xia Anan regained consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes, and the person standing in front of him was indeed the kid Qianyu.

He was wearing a white printed short sleeve, revealing a part of pink and tender, like a chubby arm made of tofu, and his two chubby little hands were twisted into a ball. The guy is struggling with something.

He lowered his little head, and from her gaze, he could only see his flushed pink face and fleshy white neck.

This tender noodle dumpling is too cute, right?So cute that she wanted to hug him and take a bite.

A certain part of Xia An'an's heart was unbelievably soft, she took a deep breath, and called out softly: "Qianyu." She was afraid that if she made it a little louder, she would frighten the little baby.

Hearing this voice, Huo Qianyu hurriedly looked up and saw that his mother had woken up. His eyes lit up and he walked towards her with a smile, but after only a few steps, he seemed to suddenly think of something. After a pause, he took a few steps back, the smile on his face suddenly dimmed, and he asked her timidly, "Mom, does the wound hurt?"

Xia An'an looked at his lost and pitiful face, and suddenly felt very distressed. How could she be so ruthless in this life that made this son always cautious when facing her, wanting to get close but not daring to get close?
For so many years, because she was immersed in her own pain, she ignored this child.It can also be understood why this little guy is always timid and pitiful as long as he faces her.

Xia An'an's eyes turned red, and she stretched out her hand to pull the little guy closer. She raised her hand to caress his little face. His brows and eyes were similar to Huo Mingxuan's, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, which was very charming, but his lips were moderately thick, unlike Huo Mingxuan's. It looks a little cold, but it looks like her.

This is her child, a child with half of her blood flowing, a child kneaded from her flesh and blood, a child with her mark engraved all over her body.

The more Xia An'an looked at him, the softer her heart became. No matter what her attitude towards him was before, she will love this child well from now on.

Huo Qianyu obviously didn't expect his mother to take the initiative to approach him. The moment her hand touched his face, his whole body froze, and he stared at his mother with wide eyes in astonishment.

At this moment, my mother's face was unbelievably soft, as if a sunflower had grown on her face, bright and majestic, it was no longer the cold look when she saw him before.

Mom's hands are so soft, she has never touched his face before, so he moved his little face closer to her palm so that it could be more closely attached to her palm.

Although Dad said that little men should not cry, but now he really wants to cry.

Seeing Qianyu's eyes seem to have tears shining, Xia An'an felt extremely uncomfortable. She simply sat up from the bed, picked him up and let him sit on her lap, and pinched his little face with her thumb. , softly comforting: "Qian Yu, good boy, how about a hug from mom?"

Mom hugged him! !

He was not dreaming, his mother really hugged him.

At this moment, he suddenly didn't want to be a little man anymore, he plunged into his mother's arms, stretched out his tender hands to hug her waist tightly, and cried out loud.

"Mom, don't you hate me anymore? Mom, are you willing to hug me?"

The little hand tightly grasped his mother's clothes, so afraid that he was dreaming at this moment. It was like this every time he dreamed. He was hugged tightly by his mother, but when he opened his eyes, there was nothing.

With tears in her eyes, Xia An'an sniffed. She gently stroked his little head, and said softly, "How could Mom hate you? Qian Yu is my baby."

"But my mother used to hate me so much, she didn't even want to see me."

Xia An'an felt so guilty, she really couldn't imagine that she would be so ruthless and treat her son indifferently.

"No, mom won't hate you."

The little boy poked his head out of her arms, his whole face was wet with tears, and he wiped his face with his two little hands indiscriminately. He asked her expectantly and nervously: "Mom said Is it true?"

Xia Anan smiled softly at him, and carefully wiped away the tears on his face, "Of course, mother is not a lie."

After getting his mother's affirmative answer, he finally showed a smiling face, and his tender little face rubbed against her cheek, and there was a sweet milk fragrance on his body, and the warm breath on his body rushed towards her together with the milk fragrance. At the tip of her nose, she felt as if her whole heart was being grabbed by him, and she just wanted to love him with her life.

"Okay, let's go down and see if Auntie has finished the meal?"

Qian Yu nodded against her cheek, Xia An'an had already fallen in love with him, and carried him all the way downstairs.

But he didn't expect to run into Huo Mingxuan who came back from get off work just as he came downstairs. Seeing her holding Qian Yu in her arms, Huo Mingxuan was obviously stunned.

(End of this chapter)