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Chapter 27 Honored (2)
Chapter 25 Honor (2)
As if he didn't hear what he said, Su Xiaomu continued on his own: "I always knew that you had no feelings for me, so I didn't want Xiaoyao to be your burden. If it wasn't for a sudden illness, I wouldn't rashly appear in front of you. In front of me. But I have neglected my own greed. When I look at you every day, I hope you will treat me better. If you treat me better, I hope you will love me more. When you love me more, I will hope You can love all of me, this kind of greed is endless, but I can't control myself, and I'm afraid that you are only responding to me with pity, this is not what I want, do you understand?" Keep giving If she didn't get anything in return, she would be tired and not in pain, but if he responded to her and found that it was all in vain, then it would be an embarrassment she couldn't bear, and she no longer had the strength to bear the failure.

What she said was almost the same as what he had guessed. According to her gentle character, she reappeared in front of him after so many years. Besides being so stupid, what other reason could there be?

"You're wrong, why don't we have feelings? Your concern for me is real, and my concern for you is not fake." He kissed her forehead and murmured in a low voice, "We just passed by It’s just the age when love is talked about. I always feel that words are not as real as actions. I’m not a passionate person, and I won’t catch anyone who treats her well. I also hope you understand this, don’t Don't be awkward with me, I was always happy when I met you, where are there so many tears?"

Whenever I come home and find that it is no longer dark, and there are hot meals with her and son, I will have a warm and comfortable feeling—it should be her.

Sweet words can never be too much, she raised her head in his arms, her eyes were bright, she was a little less anxious, and a little more looking forward: "Then... you are not afraid that I will make more progress?"

He smiled faintly: "Of course I'm not afraid, that's my honor."

……

I don't know if it's because of Dr. Chen's immediate treatment or because of Su Xiaomu's good state of mind. In short, her condition improved quickly, and she could be discharged from the hospital within two weeks of observation.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, Jing Yan completed the formalities, took the medicine and went back to the ward to pick up Su Xiaomu. There was her packed luggage on the sofa, but her people were not there. A nurse came in to tidy up the room, and she smiled when she saw him Said: "Mr. Jing, your wife should be in the newborn area on the fifth floor now. The nurse in our department has a baby boy, and everyone is congratulating from above."

It turned out to be the case.

"Thank you." Jing Yan nodded politely, then left the ward with his light luggage and walked towards the elevator.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he heard the loud cries of children on the floor, and he paused in embarrassment.I asked the person at the nurse's station, and soon found out where she was, in the first room around the corner.The door was not closed, but he had stopped politely and stood leaning against the door.Looking inside, there are many people around. Su Xiaomu is sitting on the chair beside the crib, lowering her head and teasing the child. Some strands of her casually rolled up hair hang down on her shoulders, and a warm smile is curved on her pale lips. , like a lily, even the eyes are smiling.

He pursed his lips, feeling indescribable for a moment, and couldn't help but wonder, was it the same when she gave birth to Xiaoyao?Compared with the lively room now, how did she get through it alone?

The head nurse was reminded by her husband, turned around and greeted him warmly when she saw him: "Hey, Mr. Jing, hurry up, please come in!"

Hearing the shout, Su Xiaomu also caught a glimpse of him, the smile on her lips widened, and she said to him very satisfied: "Look, he is cute, right?"

In fact, the newborn baby's face hasn't opened yet, his eyes are closed, and his hair is very little. He doesn't see anything cute, but he still says in her words: "Well, it's very cute."

As if thinking of something, Su Xiaomu took out a red envelope from his pocket and put it next to the child's quilt, and said with a smile, "According to the custom in our hometown, we give red envelopes when we meet."

The head nurse was polite: "Xiao Su! Why are you being polite to me? Dr. Ling is also so far away in Japan, and even asked someone to send a red envelope..."

"I'm not being polite, and it's not for you, it's for the baby." Su Xiaomu gently touched the child's pink face, teasing him with a crooked smile, "Little baby, are you right?" Huh?" Everyone was amused by her childish behavior, and even Jing Yan's expression softened instantly.
They didn't stay for long, she got up quickly and said, "It's getting late, let's go first."

Jing Yan stood aside, waiting patiently for her to say goodbye to everyone.

After entering the elevator, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "That Dr. Ling, do you know him well?" He had heard too much about this name here these days, and even she, every time someone mentioned this person, her face was full of tears. Smiling lightly, he had to admit that he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, it was a strange feeling.

Su Xiaomu didn't think much about it, and explained naturally: "Ziqi? He is not only my attending physician, but also my friend. He takes good care of Xiaoyao and me, but he has gone to Japan. I will wait for him to come back next time." Introduce you to each other."

"Well, we'll talk about it when we have a chance." The elevator arrived soon, and he stopped the topic just in time.

Jing Yan's driver had been waiting at the door, and when he saw them coming out, he opened the car door. Su Xiaomu got in the car first, and the temperature inside the car was adjusted, which was much cooler than outside. Just as Jing Yan was about to get in the car, the phone rang, so he simply stayed outside Finish the call.Across the translucent car window, his profile is like a sketch drawn with a simple pen, the lines are simple but condensed so that no one can ignore them.

After waiting for a while, he sat in, touched the temperature in the car, frowned slightly and raised the temperature up again, and put his coat on her shoulders, and said slowly: "Go back to the company first, wait I will sign a document and go to dinner with you."

With her familiar smell lingering on the warm coat, she nodded obediently.

At this time, it happened to be during rush hour, and the car stopped for a while, and the traffic jam made people panic.After getting out of the car, Su Xiaomu was afraid that walking alongside him would be bad, so she deliberately walked very slowly. After a while, Jing Yan realized that she was quietly keeping a distance from him, so she stopped silently, and simply reached out to her. She made a move without saying anything, which made her expression a little cramped. Looking at his deep facial features, she hesitated for a long time before taking his hand.

The employees who came in and out greeted them respectfully: "Mr. Jing, Mrs. Jing."

However, the embarrassment that Su Xiaomu thought would appear did not appear, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

They took the special elevator to the top floor. Jing Yan went directly to the meeting room. The secretary took Su Xiaomu to the lounge of his office: "Mrs. Jing, please take a rest here first. If you have any orders, you can call me inside."

Su Xiaomu thanked: "Okay, thank you."

The secretary left quickly, and Su Xiaomu walked around the room. One side was a book wall, and there was a soft sofa chair next to it. Jing Yan should often read books here.She finally fixed her eyes on a small photo frame by the bedside. The photo on it was a bit old. It was Jing Yan when he was young. The woman standing behind him with a gentle smile was probably his mother.

She stroked the clear smile on the photo with her fingertips, and couldn't help thinking, since when did he not like taking photos or smiling?

Before he knew it, it was almost time for Jing Yan to finish the meeting. Under the signal of the secretary, he walked into the lounge slowly.

Su Xiaomu seemed to be asleep. The room was very dark, and the curtains were all drawn. Only through the light from the half-open door, she could be seen lying curled up beside the bed, holding the photo frame in one hand, and resting the other hand on her forehead. She was very relaxed and natural. sleeping position.He stretched out his hand, just about to touch her, and took it back again. He saw himself in the photo in her hand.Not long after the photo was taken, his mother died of illness, and the person she wanted to see most did not come back to see her for the last time.

He raised his eyebrows, his tall figure looked unusually lonely in this place, and stretched out his hand to tuck her in the quilt. She had always been in a light sleep, but soon woke up, looking at him with sleepy eyes and asking, "Huh? You're back?"

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he put the photo frame in her hand back to its original place, and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Are you hungry?"

Su Xiaomu shook her head, and waited and waited until the meal time was over, so she didn't feel hungry. Looking at his face, she remembered something, and said softly: "It is said that sons are like mothers, and daughters are like fathers, but Xiaoyao looks like Unlike me, I was carved out of the same mold as you, and I found out today that you didn't follow your mother, it seems that this is hereditary."

He narrowed his eyebrows and murmured faintly: "I wish he was more like you."

Su Xiaomu smiled indifferently: "Okay, he can be like anyone, I just hope he grows up safely and happily." She got up and opened the curtains, and the long georgette left behind the performance invitation he had just casually left beside the bed .

She and he bent over to pick it up at the same time, and were startled when they saw a sentence printed on the elegant cover.

——Love doesn't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.

(End of this chapter)