Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

His heart seemed to be punched, and the dull pain made him clench his fist.

Yan Huan saw Li mingjue standing outside the door, and his surprise was fleeting.

"Haven't you slept yet?"

As soon as she spoke, she was frightened by her voice.

Hoarse and dull, like a dying old man.

"Not sleepy."

Hearing the man's answer, Yan Huan pulled out a light smile.

She knew that he probably waited for her here on purpose.

Once upon a time, when she was angry with Mu Shixun, she would run back to her apartment and cry. He was the one who rang the doorbell the next morning.

Once she was so angry that she wanted to go out and get drunk. As soon as he opened the door, he stood at the door like the door god and guarded her.

After that, she knew that as long as she cried, he would guard himself somewhere.

However, she did not expect that five years later, the man still adhered to this habit.

"Rest early."

She faintly said, and the clear breath disappeared.

She couldn't help raising her head and looking at Li mingjue's indifferent back, she shouted.

"Li mingjue!"

The man immediately stopped and turned to look at her, looking indifferent and unable to see his emotions.

The sentence "congratulations on getting married" got stuck in my throat and couldn't say it.

She stammered and finally only said, "thank you."

Then she lowered her head and dared not look into Li mingjue's eyes.

She was afraid that if she looked up at this time, she would rush up and question him.

Why do you take her in and even pick up her mother when you are getting married?

And... Why are you so good to her?

"Yan Huan, I lied to you before."

She was shocked by the man's words, and she suddenly looked up at him.

"What did you lie to me?"

"The way you cry is really ugly."

Yan Huan's forehead was jumping abruptly. She gritted her teeth and said, "then you said it was beautiful!"

The male voice was flat. "If I tell the truth, you will cry harder."

Yan Huan resisted the impulse to hit him, but the man's tone suddenly softened.

"So, don't let me see you cry again..."

Yan Huan met his gentle eyes in a daze. At that moment, the surroundings seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

She suddenly looked forward to his next word, but Li mingjue turned and walked away.

Looking at his back, the feeling of loss and joy made her involuntarily touch her heart.

Now, she doesn't want to admit it.

She seems to... Really like him.

……

Yan Huan lay on his back, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Li mingjue's face would pop up in her mind for no reason.

She has never felt this way.

In the past, she was infatuated with Mu Shixun, not to this extent. At most, she was affected by him, but now... Li mingjue, a man, quietly occupied her whole life.

She turned around and looked at her sleeping mother with gentle eyes.

Instead of being unable to sleep, she talked about her marriage to Mu Shixun. At last, her voice became weaker.

"Mom, I like someone I shouldn't like."

"You know him too, Li mingjue. It's the bodyguard my father forced to come to me."

"He was very kind to me. When I was desperate, he took me in, and mom, he was the same when you had an accident..."

Her voice did not fall, but she heard a "bang" behind her, and the window was blown open by the strong wind.

Yan Huan was stunned. Unexpectedly, the rainstorm came.

She hurried out of bed to close the window. Raindrops fell on the window and made bursts of noise.

Turning back, a flash of lightning fell, illuminating the dark shadow by the bed.

Wu Peiqing was standing on the ground with disheveled hair.

Yan Huan's face turned white for two points, "Mom?"

Wu Peiqing raised his hand stiffly. "Come here."

Her voice was cold and did not contain a trace of temperature, but it made Yan Huan ecstatic.

"Mom! Do you recognize me?"

She rushed over and was about to hold Wu Peiqing.

"Pa -" a slap fell head-on and hit her left face.

Yan Huan tilted his head and his mouth was full of blood.

She looked at Wu Peiqing in shock.

Wu Peiqing suddenly went crazy and punched and kicked her.

"I'll kill you!"

"Mom, I'm huan'er! Mom!"

Yan Huan didn't fight back, so she had to keep retreating.

Wu Peiqing, however, was unwilling to let go, and his strength became more and more ruthless.

The pain on her body could not offset the pain in her heart. She cried out, "Mom, I'm huan'er. I'm your daughter!"

"You're not my daughter!"

Wu Peiqing grabbed her arm and twisted it hard.

Yan Huan's eyes burst into tears with pain and hid straight back.

Her back waist suddenly hit the corner of the table. She bent down in pain and heard the sound of the vase falling to the ground.

She knelt in the middle of a piece of broken porcelain and endured the raindrop like fist.

"Stop!"

There was a roar of anger.

Yan Huan looked up slightly and vaguely saw the figure of Li mingjue.

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Wu Peiqing was even more crazy when she saw Li mingjue coming in. She rushed up and was about to hit someone, but she was knocked unconscious by Li mingjue.

Yan Huan's heart tightened, "don't hit my mother!"

"Don't worry, she just fainted."

Li mingjue comforts her, carries her to the bed and carefully examines the scars on her body.

When she saw the bruise on her arm, her black eyes were angry. "She was cruel enough."

"Don't blame her." Yan Huan's eyes were astringent.

"She's crazy. She doesn't know me."