Cute baby coming: president daddy show love again

Seeing his angry look and hearing the instant volume rise, Xia Rong was startled and apologized: "I'm sorry."

Aware of his gaffe, Shen didn't speak. He just raised his head, stepped on the accelerator and drove on.

Along the way, Shen Mocheng and Xia Rong never talked again. Worried about his anger, Xia Rong quietly shut up. Looking out of the window, Xia Rong thinks that she has never met Shen Mocheng's father since she got married. At the beginning, the two did not hold a wedding, but simply invited relatives.

At that time, father Shen did not appear. Is he dead? Erase this idea, as far as she knows, Shen Mocheng's father did not die. Just don't know what happened, so that Shen family rarely mentioned to him.

Back home, in front of the living room, Xia Rong was about to speak when he saw that Shen Mocheng had passed her and went directly to the study. See this situation, Xia Rong honestly swallow all the words back.

Seeing the door of the library closed, Xia Rong murmured to herself in a low voice: "it seems that we can't mention his father in the future, so as not to make him angry." With this in mind, Xia Rong opens the door and walks into the living room.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Xia Rong came out of her bedroom and saw that Shen Mocheng had not come back. She was worried: "did what I just said remind him of something unhappy?"

Thinking of this, Xia Rong can't help blaming herself. Out of the living room, Xia Rong went downstairs to the kitchen.

In the study, Shen Mocheng sits at her desk, her fingers dotted with smoke. There were many cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him, but he didn't seem to notice. He still frowned and looked at something in a confused mood. Xia Rong's words successfully remind him of some things he has been neglecting.

The whole person is trapped in the seat, Shen Mocheng's eyes are fixed on the ceiling, his lips are pursed. A picture of years ago appeared before his eyes. In the picture, a tall man walks to the entrance with his luggage. The young child stood at the door, stubbornly grasping his clothes. He didn't speak, just looked at him with pleading eyes.

The tall man took a look at him. After all, he took the young child's hand away and left without looking back. The child ran out so fast that he could only watch the man drive away. The child stood there for a long time, until he was frostbitten, which was brought back to the house by his family.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and Shen Mocheng looked heavy. He knows that some things are not forgotten, but hidden in the heart, unwilling to touch.

The knock on the door interrupts Shen Mocheng's memory. Open eyes, Shen Mo Cheng hoarse mouth: "come in."

Xia Rong, as usual, came in with a glass of milk. Into the house, the strong smell of smoke came. See, Xiarong milk on the table, and then open the window ventilation“ Smoke inhalation injures the body and lungs. " Xia Rong said with concern, "Mo Cheng, smoke less."

Shen Mo Cheng answered with a faint hum. He doesn't like smoking, except when he's upset.

"Put it down and go out." Shen Mocheng spoke lightly.

Xia Rong hesitated for more than ten seconds, walked up to him, bowed to him deeply, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mo Cheng. I said something I shouldn't have said in the evening."

Seeing his sincere apology, Shen Mocheng got up, put his hand on her head and said hoarsely, "it's OK."

Smell speech, Xia Rong looks up at him. Looking closely, Xia Rong can clearly feel the deep sadness in his eyes. That kind of suddenly, suddenly is not the taste.

Xia Rong didn't speak, just opened her hand and held him: "Mo Cheng, you're not alone."

With his pupils open, Shen Mocheng stands blankly, looking at the person in his arms holding his waist. For a long time, Shen Mocheng put down his hand and gently fell on her back. He didn't speak. He just held him.