Mr General doted on his sweet wife

His mouth, issued a babbling sound, as if calling this long lost mother.

Chu Zhuohang was vomiting some milk on his body while taking care of his little son. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Mood is gloomy, has not been good, even when taking care of the little son, it is difficult to smile.

Gu Yunchen there has been no good news.

Chu Zhuohang is used to accompany his little son at this time of day, and sometimes takes him to see Su MI, hoping that Su MI can wake up early in the voice of her little son.

However, two months have passed, and everything has not gone in a good direction.

Chu Zhuohang washed his hands and turned back. When he leaned against the door, he saw a beautiful figure standing in front of his little son's crib.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows. Recently, he did often have such illusions. Sometimes he would see Su Mi wake up, sometimes he would see her smiling at himself.

It's just that hallucinations often occur in the morning and at night, rarely at noon as they do now.

He laughs at himself, the corner of his lip is just slightly pulled up, and he immediately puts it down.

Then he went to the crib and looked down at the baby.

The youngest son is babbling, big eyes flexibly looking at the high place, and Su Mi's figure is still bent over in front of the crib.

Su Mi raised her eyes and looked at Chu Zhuohang. He didn't seem to look at himself at all, nor did he look at himself. It seemed that he was just a nihilistic existence.

For a moment, she was even a little flustered and thought that her existence was an illusion.

But she soon felt that when chuzhuo terminal was by her side, when the corner of her dress brushed on her face, there was substance. When she was close to him, she would also feel the heat.

Chu Zhuohang did not take the initiative to avoid seeing Su MI.

However, many times, he thought it was true, but the reality let him down. When he came back to his senses and went back to the master bedroom, Su MI was still lying in bed.

So now he doesn't care about the existence of the empty figure around him. The more hope he has in his heart, the more disappointed he will be.

Su Mi whispered: "husband."

Chu Zhuohang's expression was obviously stiff.

Finally, he slowly turned his head to see Su MI. In his previous illusory dreams, Su MI was silent, but now, he heard the crisp sentence from her husband.

His eyes are like the prelude to the storm, rolling with different colors of ink.

Sumi threw herself into his arms, leaned against him and hugged him.

Chu Zhuohang hugged her with his back hand and buried himself in her shoulder socket. His back was very straight. This time, the illusion was a little too real.

He was too indulgent to believe it.

"Husband." Su Mi leans in his arms and confirms the reality of this moment.

His arms, still so generous, comfortable and down-to-earth.

Chu Zhuohang looked at her again, and her little son in the crib cried and woke up the two embracing people.

Su Mi quickly pushed Chu Zhuohang away, reached for her baby and whispered, "baby, don't cry. Mommy is here. Be good."

Chu Zhuohang stares at Su MI, who holds up the baby. He is stunned for a moment and rushes to the master bedroom of him and Sumi. There is no one on the bed, no one at all!