Sweet Wife, be Good!

In his mouth, there was a babble, like calling this long-lost mother.

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

My mood is depressed, and I haven't gotten better, even when I'm taking care of my little son, it's hard to smile.

There has been no good news from Gu Yunchen.

At this time of the day, Chu Zhuohang was used to staying with his younger son, and sometimes took him to see Su Mi, hoping that Su Mi could wake up early in the voice of the younger son.

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

Chu Zhuohang washed his hands and turned back. When he was leaning against the door, there was a bit of light in front of him. Maybe it was an illusion. He saw a pretty figure standing in front of his little son's crib.

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

It's just that those hallucinations often appear in the morning and evening, and rarely appear in the noon as they are now.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, the corners of his lips were pulled up a little, and he immediately put it down.

Immediately, he walked to the crib and looked down at the child.

The youngest son was babbling, looking at high places with big eyes flexibly, while Su Mi's figure was still leaning 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 him. It seemed that he was just a nihility.

For an instant, she was even a little panicked, thinking that her existence was an illusion.

But she soon felt that when Chu Zhuohang was standing next to her, when the corners of his clothes fluttered on his face, it was substantial, and when she was close to him, she would also feel the heat.

Chu Zhuohang didn't take the initiative to avoid seeing Su Mi.

Rather, he thought it was true many times, but the reality disappointed him. When he recovered, Su Mi was still lying on the bed when he returned to the master bedroom.

So now he doesn't care about the existence of the emptiness around him, fearing that the more hope in his heart, the more disappointment.

Su Mi yelled softly: "Husband."

Chu Zhuohang's expression was obviously frozen.

He finally turned his head slowly to look at Su Mi. In his previous illusory dreams, Su Mi was silent, but now, he heard the crisp sentence of her husband.

His eyes were like a prelude to a storm, with different colors of ink surging.

Su Mi rushed into his embrace, leaned against him tightly, and hugged him tightly.

Chu Zhuohang hugged her tightly with his backhand, buried his head in her shoulder, his back was straight, and the illusion this time was a bit too real.

He couldn't believe it for a while, but indulged in it freely.

"Husband." Su Mi leaned in his arms, confirming the truth of this moment.

His embrace is still so generous, comfortable and practical.

Chu Zhuohang looked down at her again, the youngest son in the crib cried and awakened the two embracing people.

Su Mi quickly pushed Chu Zhuohang away, reached out her hand to pick up the child, and whispered: "Don't cry, baby, Mommy is here, behave."

Chu Zhuohang stared at Su Mi who was holding the child in a daze. He was taken aback for a moment, and rushed to his and Su Mi's master bedroom. There was no one on the bed, nothing at all!