Qingwu still cried under the misty rain column in the bathroom.
After wiping off the deep fog on the mirror, you can see the dense rose-colored hickeys on her neck, earlobes, and chest.
It was just as ridiculous as the two shocking wounds burned by cigarette butts on her belly button.
She didn't believe that Ling Yansen didn't see it, but he didn't say a word. His body neither stiffened nor paused, but continued his animalistic behavior.
This shows that he doesn't seem to care at all.
It is indeed very similar to his cold temperament, indifference and turning a blind eye. Fortunately, the bastard taxi driver only dripped red wax on her body three years ago. Three years later, only the severely injured areas still have some light pink.
The scars, dot by dot, surrounded her dark sadness.
Ling Yansen, who was at the peak of his desires, did he ignore these things as a matter of course?
After washing her lower body carefully and running scalding water over her body several times, until only the fragrance of the shower gel was left on her body without any aftertaste, she turned off the water and put on a huge bathrobe.
The cheongsam was stained with water and couldn't be worn anymore. She accidentally opened the cupboard before entering the bathroom, and was surprised to find that the maternity clothes or professional clothes hanging on it still looked like they had not been touched three years ago. It was her.
My favorite brand, I even have Fruit Ninja pajamas.
In addition to the pillow he mentioned before, Qingwu really couldn't understand it. She felt very suspicious. Xiao Manyin was now his wife. With that woman's jealous character, how could she tolerate the smell of his ex-wife still lingering in this house?
, keeping his ex-wife’s things?
There is only one possibility. Ling Yansen explicitly prohibited Xiao Man from touching anything here.
She shook her head, sneered, and laughed at him. Doing these boring things would not change anything at all.
After changing clothes and coming out, Ling Yansen followed the instructions and hugged the sleeping Duoduo over.
When Qingwu saw that little body wearing a red bellyband lying quietly on the bed, tears immediately filled her eyes, and she was so excited that she almost suffocated.
In fact, the floor was covered with a precious carpet from the Elizabethan royal family, and her feet made no sound, but she still stood on tiptoes and walked cautiously, fearing that the slightest sound would disturb the lovely smiling face in her dream.
Finally, her body reached the edge of the bed, and she slowly moved to the middle of the small piece of blanket on the bed. On it lay the baby she had not seen for a long time, her son, who was very small and thin, but seemed to be smaller than the last time at the wedding banquet.
I saw it had grown a bit longer.
His little hands were sparkling and tender, and they were hanging at the corners of his mouth that was formed into a shallow arc, as if he wanted to suck or not. His eyes were closed, with a slit slightly exposed, and his thick and curled eyelashes like feather fans hanging under the eye circles.
, only a faint dark shadow was added, making his pale face look even more lovely.
Qingwu just stared blankly, unable to stop her tears, so that the tinkling drops of water hit the legs of the little man on the bed, and she woke up with a start.
She quickly wiped away her tears, but there were so many grievances in her heart. She obviously had a son who lived in the same city as her, not far apart, but she couldn't see him. No matter how hard she tried, it was of no avail. Finally,
In the end, it can only be exchanged with the body.
She even began to complain excitedly now, how great it would be if that demon Ling Yansen was not his father...
But then she accepted her fate, as if the fact that he was Duoduo's father was not a fact, but a creed that she was destined to abide by.
Her hand caressed his small, white and soft face. His delicate eyebrows were exactly the same as hers, but his nose was exquisite and straight, a replica of Ling Yansen. The same was true for his small, bright red mouth, which was very thin and had flowing lines.
Smooth and beautiful, a feast for the evildoer Ling Yansen.
It is not difficult to imagine how this child will confuse all sentient beings when he grows up. Qingwu can only pray secretly that Duoduo's temperament will not be like that devil.
Ling Yansen held a glass of milk in his hand, opened the door, and walked in. What he saw was such an extremely warm scene that had only appeared in dreams.
She was glowing softly, with green hair on her face, and a motherly glow on her fair face. She was lying next to her son with a smile on her face, her eyes narrowed, loving their child with her eyes, and touching his little face.
, the smile is so kind and satisfying.
He looked a little crazy, but he also had mixed feelings in his heart.
It would be great if this scene could be staged here every day. Duoduo had a father as well as a mother. Duoduo's childhood was beautiful and healthy.
It's a pity that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and people don't follow their wishes either.
He walked over and put the milk on the bedside table at Qingnu's end. He glanced at her who ignored her, softened his eyes, and his expression was somewhat awkward after passion, "Drink a glass of milk, you will sleep well."
Better.”
Qingwu pretended that he didn't exist and didn't even look at him. She just found a place beside Duoduo and lay down. She gently patted Duoduo's round and bulging belly with her hands, and her movements were a little jerky.
She is a mother, but she has never done what a mother should do. This is the first time she has coaxed her baby to sleep tonight.
Thinking of this made her feel sad, and she hated even more the devil lying opposite her with his burning gaze on her face.
Neither of them spoke, and the room was quiet, with only the warm light shining on their faces in circles.
Before Qingwu fell into a deep sleep, she seemed to hear Ling Yansen speak.
His voice was very low, too depressed and gloomy, as if he was trying his best to endure and blame himself for something. He asked her, "Ah Wu, those two deep scars on your stomach...were they caused by being bullied in prison?"
Was it caused at that time? There are also many, many small red marks on the root of your left thigh, which are..."
Before he finished speaking, Qingwu was decisive and interrupted his cautious inquiry in a cold voice, "I'm very sleepy. You can either get out or shut up."
Ling Yansen was stunned, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat. When he threw himself on her and kissed her, he saw those scars, and his heart suddenly shook, and then there was dense pain. He immediately wanted to listen and ask her
, but he also knew that it would only bring trouble to himself, affect her mood, and would not help.
In fact, it's useless to ask now. What he said is just nonsense.
Qingwu was a little surprised at her irritability, but she closed her eyes when he didn't make any more noise.
In the daze, she seemed to hear him sighing for a long time. She moved, buried her head under Duoduo's armpit, and threw her face into the soft quilt. Soon, a large area of the quilt was soaked.
Ling Yansen, did you know that there are four words in the world: it's too late?
I love you so much that I forget to love myself, and I hate you so much that I have no strength left. Let this sweet dream last a little longer tonight. At dawn, it will be a different situation.