Cute Baby: Buy one get one free

When song Huaiyu heard these two words, her expression also changed subtly, and then she gave a faint smile, "I'm at this age, what's the divorce? After a while, all these things will settle down, and then... "

Make the big thing small, make the small thing small.

For so many years, song Huaiyu has endured so much.

She is a typical good wife and mother. She is willing to devote her life to her family and children.

When Dao Mingzhe gave her some sweets, she was so happy that she forgot the scars before. many a time.

This time, song Huaiyu really understood and realized.

But divorce

Like she said, at such an old age, what are you doing.

"Just think about it for yourself, mom."

Song Huaiyu was silent.

Seeing her mother's silence, daobeiting knew what she thought. It's hard to say about her feelings. Maybe over the years, even if there is no love between them, there should be family.

However, daobeiting only gives opinions. The real choice depends on Song Huaiyu.

"No matter how you choose, I will support you."

Song Huaiyu nodded, saying that her daughter is her mother's intimate little cotton padded jacket, but when her son cares about her mother, it may not be worse than her daughter.

"Can we go to dinner now?"

After talking with her son, song Huaiyu was not in such a bad mood, so she nodded.

While walking outside with song Huaiyu, the mobile phone in daobeiting's pocket rings. It's wechat.

The man takes the mobile phone out of his pocket and cuts it open. It's a verification message.

Dr. Pei.

"Beiting?" Seeing that daobeiting didn't catch up, song Huaiyu turned to look at daobeiting.

"You go down first. I'll give you a message." Dao Beiting accepted Pei Yongan's request to add friends.

Song Huaiyu went downstairs first.

News from Pei Yongan will come soon.

Dr. Pei: how is the star today?

Dao Beiting thinks that Pei Yongan is the ideal type of mother, and frowns slightly.

Daobeiting: Yes, her mother just came back. I've been bothering you a while ago.

Dr. Pei: that's very good. Children of this age just need their parents to accompany them.

So in fact, most of the time, daobeiting doesn't like to send wechat and text messages, and even doesn't want to make a phone call, because it doesn't know what the other person's expression is like at the moment.

Daobeiting: Thank you for your concern.

Dr. Pei: then you can go and be busy. There should be a lot of funerals, so I won't disturb you.

When daobeiting was about to put away his mobile phone, Pei Yongan sent another one.

Dr. Pei: pay attention to your health. Take a rest when you are tired. Don't rely on sleeping pills.

Daobeiting: Thank you.

Dr. Pei: I'm a doctor. I'm an occupational disease.

This is the end of the conversation. Daobeiting puts his mobile phone back in his pocket. As soon as he wants to walk downstairs, he feels stuffy in his chest.

Most of all, Pei Yong'an said it, tired, tired.

He is indeed standing at the top of the pyramid, so that his caring people can come back to him when they are tired.

But what they probably don't know is that he will be tired sometimes.

Tired to take sleeping pills every night can not sleep, a sleep on nightmares, palpitations sweating, do not know where so many problems.

Dao Beiting pressed his chest, trying to press down the pain, but for a long time he didn't get along.

The man stood in the room trying to calm down his emotions, but did not expect that the door of the room opened at this time.

It's too late to adjust your breath and expression. Chi Huan sees the slightly pale face of daobeiting.

"What's the matter?" Chi Huan originally wanted to ask Dao Beiting to have a meal, but when he opened the door of the room, he saw that Dao Beiting's face was very bad.

"It's OK, but my chest is a little stuffy."

"Is it a recurrence of old wounds?" Chi Huan is nervous and says that he is going to take off Dao Beiting's shirt. I remember this morning, he took off the gauze on his chest. Chi Huan only saw the scar and the bullet hole.

Normally, it should be OK. How can it hurt?

"Chi Huan, stop it!" Dao Beiting doesn't let Chi Huan untie his shirt, which is just like Chi Huan wants to pick Dao Beiting's clothes.

"I just want to see your wound! It's really worrying about you Chi Huan didn't make fun of daobeiting. His expression was serious. He had to see daobeiting's wound.

Know not to let Chi Huan see, today just can't pass, Dao Beiting can only let Chi Huan untie the button.

But late Huan saw, the wound of Road North Court is good, have no haemorrhage also have no how.

But that long surgical scar, or deeply stinging the heart of Chi Huan.

Hands, gently on the chest of daobeiting, her fingers cold, touch his hot skin, two people seem to have the general feeling of electric shock.

"Does it hurt?" Chi Huan's eyes covered with a layer of water vapor, thinking that it must hurt, so long a scar, and an obvious bullet hole.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Liar."

"Really." Dao Beiting was afraid that Chi Huan would be sad to see his wound again. She caught her hand from her chest and said, "it's OK to see the wound. Should I rest assured?"