steal a cute baby

Chapter 37 Hate Deeper Than Love

Thinking of the many entanglements after the reunion, thinking of his near and far away, thinking of his concern, thinking of his tenderness, thinking of every whisper he whispered in her ear.

Did he do it on purpose?Doing those things to her on purpose?To make her feel sad on purpose?Deliberately bringing back many memories of her, and then let this wedding give her a big blow?

His hatred...his revenge...she suddenly felt weak all over, and finally, she couldn't help falling into his trap.

She suddenly closed her eyes in shame and slapped herself: "Why are you so drunk, you idiot, idiot!"

Just scold yourself so mercilessly, scold yourself awake.

Yang Yang stood at the door and watched Mommy twitching his mouth, frowning puzzledly, and his voice became much quieter: "Mommy, why did you slap yourself in the face? Did you do something wrong?"

She suddenly realized that this little guy came to the door at some point, and opened his mouth suddenly, not knowing how to answer his son's question.

"Could it be that there are mosquitoes?" The little guy blinked his big innocent eyes, looking pure and innocent.

He Zui was finally teased so that he couldn't laugh or cry: "Baby, a big mosquito landed on mom's face just now, but it has already been beaten away by mom, let's go back to the room!"

As he spoke, he knelt down and picked up his son and went back to the room.

That night, He Yang fell asleep very early because of a fever, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Seeing her son sleeping peacefully, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he saw Yang Yang ?
Will he be scared to death?
He hated her so much, he must never have thought that she would give birth to a son for him.

Gently sweeping away the broken hair that covered his son's beautiful forehead, how could their father and son look so similar?
Could it be that God wants her to forget that man day and night?
Yang Yang's dark and clean deep eyes are like the eyes of that old-fashioned young man many years ago. They even like the food they like to eat, and even their eyes are so similar...

Fu Xinhan drank with He Fan in the bar at night, of course he knew that He Fan must have asked him because He was drunk, but he knew what He Fan was going to say and still went to meet him for no reason.

The two men started talking after a few drinks, and He Fan said, "She hasn't had a good life these past few years!"

Fu Xinhan smiled slightly, probably only she knew if she was doing well or not.

But what he knew better was that it was all her own fault.

Yes, he hated her, hated what she said to him, hated her sudden disappearance, hated that she left his world without giving him a little time to adapt.

So he only gave himself three days to clean up that relationship, and then started his career.

He felt that he was walking on this road fairly smoothly, but he also knew that the emptiness and loneliness he had experienced in the past five years could not be filled by her return to the country.

She came back, and at the same time brought him such a big surprise.

"What are you laughing at? Don't you believe that she's having a bad life?" He Fan frowned, displeased with Fu Xinhan's indifferent attitude.

"I told you how much I loved her, right? Now I'll tell you how much I hated her!" Fu Xinhan took a big sip of wine, pondered, then looked at He Fan with cold eyes: "More than love There must be several times more hate!"

That hatred has spread from the ground to the sky.

"Her father was sentenced to prison just after you broke up. Do you know how she felt at that time? In that situation, she had to leave home alone and go to a strange country to start a new life. At that time, she faced the situation alone. There are unfamiliar faces, and she still..." He Fan almost said it.

The delicate fingers pinched the crystal cup vigorously, holding back.

Fu Xinhan has always had a question, originally wanted to ask He Fan, but after thinking about it, she still felt that it would be most appropriate for her to explain it to him in person, so the two talked a lot and drank a lot that night, but in the end no one mentioned it that matter.

In the morning, she fell asleep drowsily, and the little guy had already started to grope in her arms. She couldn't help laughing, squinted her eyes and raised her hand to gently touch her son's forehead, and then she felt relieved: "Stinky boy, come on again!" Eat Mom's tofu!"

"Mommy, Mimi is out of water..."

He Zui opened his eyes all of a sudden, as if he suddenly remembered that he had grown up: "He Yang!" He yelled, quickly tidied up his clothes, and then blushed, "Don't touch Mimi and Mimi again!" How many times have you said that!"

He Yang poked his own little face with one finger and said in a low voice, "Mommy, your face looks like a rear butt..."

She wants to die but can't. Having such a little friend is really a blessing she has cultivated in several lifetimes: "He Yang, I warn you, touch it once, and you are not allowed to sleep in my bed in the future."

"But Mommy is on Yangyang's bed!"

After going to work, I had a meeting first, and the foreman said: The occupancy rate of the room department is 100% this week, and almost all the guests in the room have booked in advance before checking out.

He Zui nodded: Arrangements must be thoughtful and subtle, and mistakes are most likely to occur at this time.

The deputy manager added: "The turnover has been getting higher and higher these few weeks. I wonder if we can take some time to celebrate together? Our department has not had a party for a long time!"

She thought for a while and then nodded: "You make up your own mind about this!"

The work should be properly delegated to the people around you. No matter how brave a person is, he can't do everything.

The deputy manager nodded, and then she said: "Later, you and I will go to inspect the situation in each area, and everything will be resolved early. The busier we are these days, the more we need to score 120 points. spirit."

Just as she was about to go to inspect with the deputy manager after the meeting, PY Xue came to her with a gift box: "Manager He!"

Before everyone dispersed, they turned their heads curiously when they heard a delicate female voice, and saw PY Xue in a pure white dress, looking for He Zui with a small gift box in his hand.

He Zui groaned inwardly, but turned his head and nodded and smiled at her: "Miss PY, what do you want me to do?"

PY Xue casually glanced at the surrounding people, and immediately smiled: "Yesterday, my friend sent me two bottles of freshly released perfume from France, and I will give you one bottle if I can't use it up myself!"

Speaking of raising the slender white lotus root arm, Qianqianyu pointed to the black bag hanging on it, He Zui lowered his eyes slightly: "Sorry, I never use perfume."

Nodding his head, he went to inspect with the deputy manager, without giving PY any face.

Surprised, the people around were guessing wildly, but they all quietly left to do their own things. They were all curious about PY Xue's attitude towards He Zui, and why He Zui was so indifferent to PY Xue?

The two of them reached the floor below and the deputy manager asked her: "You are the one who dare not accept the gift from Ms. PY! Of course, she doesn't seem to have given gifts to anyone else in the hotel!"

(End of this chapter)