steal a cute baby

Chapter 281 Mommy Was Wronged (3)
He didn't dare to say, how long these ten days were to him?

The formerly tall and stable man was already as thin as a stick. She refused to wake up and was in danger several times.

He got out of the car and carried his son to the hospital: "Your mommy is very ill, go and wake her up, huh?"

There was something forbearing in his voice, as if he was about to cry, but he would not cry in front of his son.

Just took her son to find her.

The corridors of the hospital are so long, so resentful, so silent and lifeless.

When the two of them walked to the door of the ward, he put his son down: "Yangyang, your mommy is too sleepy, go and wake her up."

I can't wake her up, maybe you can.

He didn't dare to say anymore, he knew clearly that his son was still too young, and he shouldn't tell him directly that his mother might not be able to wake up, but there was nothing he could do.

I begged her forgiveness over and over again in my heart, with such sadness in my eyes: Xiao Zui, forgive my selfishness, you must miss him too, right?

He watched his son walking towards Xiao Zui's hospital bed alone.

The light in the ward was not very good, she lay quietly on the bed motionless, as if she was in a light sleep.

There was no trace of pain on her face, so calm, so calm that he thought she had given up, had figured it out, and had chosen to end.

However, that young child, Yang Yang was afraid in his heart. He didn't understand, but after walking a few steps, he turned back to look at his daddy. Seeing the serious expression on his face, he continued to walk, and then walked to Mommy. Beside him, his hands rested on the edge of the bed lightly, and his hands were tangled.

A pair of big black eyes stared at Mommy's face. He hadn't seen Mommy for a long time. He counted the days with his fingers up. He didn't know where Mommy had gone, but the atmosphere at home was very bad these days.

The eyes couldn't help being moist, and the watery under a pair of long black eyelashes, he couldn't help but look down at Mummy's hands, and then a pair of small hands seemed to take a lot of courage to hold them.

"Mommy!" That childish, cautious voice.

As if afraid of disturbing something, the whole ward was so quiet, so quiet and lifeless.

But the little guy gradually couldn't help feeling more and more sad, scared, and nervous, and then he couldn't hear Mommy's response, tears finally fell down, he turned to look at Dad standing behind: "Daddy, my mother What the hell happened to her?"

That trembling voice was childish but full of helplessness. He stepped forward, and finally couldn't help but wet his eyes. He sat gently beside her, and hugged his son: "She promised Dad that he would be better than you!" will die!"

I don't know whether to comfort my son or comfort myself.

So firm, I don't know if it is too confident or too uncertain.

The ward was gloomy, and there was no trace of anger.

"Why did Mommy die? Mommy promised that Yang Yang would take care of Yangyang for the rest of his life!" Yang Yang raised his head, seeing Dadbi's sad expression suddenly become stubborn, his voice was a little loud, he was angry, he didn't believe that Mommy would Leave him like this.

But Fu Xinhan just hugged him tightly: "She won't break her promise, she definitely won't break her promise!" He touched his son's head, then gently hugged his son's shoulder: "You Call her a few more times, maybe she will wake up!"

The little guy ran up to her and looked at her pale face: "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, you said you would take care of Yangyang for the rest of your life, you said you would take Yangyang to the grassland with your little sister, Mommy, wake up, Mommy..."

The white curtains fluttered gently with the wind, his back was a little decadent, he would not give up, but he was so powerless, it had been a week.

If she was tired, she should have had enough rest. Even if she woke up reluctantly, the one who was awake could never sleep well.

"Mommy, Daddy just reunited with us, Mommy, don't leave Yangyang behind!"

"Mommy, Yang Yang doesn't like little sister anymore!"

"Mommy, Mommy..."

"Mommy, why are you still awake?"

"Mommy, Daddy is crying...Yangyang is going to cry too!"

then……

Suddenly, the child's most stubborn cry came from the ward, and the small hand grabbed the big hand and squeezed it non-stop.

The person lying on the hospital bed seemed to be unable to hear anything, just lying there without moving.

"Mommy, Mommy..."

"I want Mommy, I want Mommy!"

"I hate little sister, Mommy, I want Mommy!"

"Dad pays back my mommy more than you, and pays back my mommy..."

"Mommy..."

The flat eyebrows are slightly furrowed...

"Mommy..."

The little guy was startled, and quickly raised his hand, wiping the tears on his eyes vigorously with his little hand: "Mommy..."

Those sad phoenix eyes instantly enlarged: "Xiao Zui!"

There seemed to be a breath of life in the quiet ward.

On that deep, gloomy afternoon...

It was the birthday of Yang Yang and Xiao Zui's classmate.

She has returned home, but is still very weak.

That night, the family was lively for a long time, all relatives and friends were present, and Yang Yang finally stopped hating his sister.

The little cute guy who received N presents was so happy that he chatted with Feifei in the yard.

Xiao Zui leaned weakly on the sofa, seeing that everyone was happier than her, only then did she suddenly realize that rebirth after a catastrophe is such a state of mind.

After going through this scene, An Yi became much calmer, and the only thing she cherishes is the people around her.

There is also the man who has been with her all the time, he has been beside her, with one hand on the back of the sofa behind her, and the other holding her hand.

Her deep black eyes were full of her indifferent smile.

It seemed that he wanted to keep her deeply in his heart, and he had never been so satisfied.

But it seems that is not enough.

He wanted his cheerful and lively Xiao Zui to come back, and he wanted his Xiao Zui who would act coquettishly, be unruly and self-willed to him, and get angry at him to come back again.

She is too calm, she has experienced too much, and she has forgotten who she is.

His heart is still hurting, although he is grateful.

He could never forget the scene of her in the operating room, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life, only holding her hand tightly, only never letting go of her hand.

She raised her eyes to look at him, her heart was shocked by his burning eyes, then she turned her head shyly to hide her inner excitement.

Late night
Finally, there were only two of them, and he gently placed her on their big bed, his scorching gaze never leaving her: "Am I dreaming?"

Such a gentle and deep voice, like the beautiful cello sound, shook her heartstrings.

(End of this chapter)