"Extra" Si Si is emotional: One in a million love. "Extra" Si Si is emotional: One in a million love

Recommended background music: It's Not Your Fault - Ding Dang.

No matter how painful it is, I can't cry tears in exchange for a little touch. I don't blame you, it's not your fault.

No matter how deep my affection and tolerance are, I can't make you fall in love with me. I don't blame you, it's not your fault.

You just don't love me, you just don't love me.

My world, without you, might be vaster, but it ends here.

Wrong, so what.

——Inscription.

Aunt Li smiled kindly: "Yes! My wife makes it for you every night, but she doesn't want you to know, so she asked me to give it to you."

"My wife will iron the clothes that my husband will wear the next day before going to bed every night, and then ask the maid to bring them to you in the morning. My husband's breakfast is specially prepared by my wife from a nutritionist, and I make it according to the nutritional menu every day.

He eats it, although he often leaves without eating breakfast..."

Lan Ruixiu was stunned, his back straight, very straight, and his sharp eyes kept staring at Aunt Li.

"What else has she done?" Lan Ruixiu pursed her lips, her voice almost coming out from between her teeth.

"My wife is a very good person. I have never seen her lose her temper." Aunt Li was full of praise when talking about Su Weixi. "Although she is not her biological child, she will talk to her every day no matter how late or tired she is after get off work." , playing games until the lady was so tired that she fell asleep... She also bought a lot of parenting books. She said she had never given birth and didn’t know how to take care of a child, and she wanted to learn more..."

"Once, my wife came back from get off work very late, and the young lady fell asleep; but she still insisted on staying with her until the young lady woke up and saw her for the first time the next morning. She said that no matter how busy she is, she must spend time with her children. Only in this way can children feel less lonely and feel valued.”

Aunt Li smiled and recalled, her voice was very soft, but for Lan Ruixiu, it was very heavy, "My wife likes to watch her husband working the most. Every time my husband works in the study, my wife hides outside the study door and reveals the truth."

Looking through the gap to see you working..."

Before she finished speaking, Lan Ruixiu raised his heavy arm to indicate that she didn't need to say any more.

Aunt Li looked at him with strange eyes.

"You get out."

"Sir, you should go to bed early." Aunt Li turned and left, and the door was gently closed.

He was the only one left in the whole room. The air was thin and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were getting darker...

He never knew that she had done so much silently.

It is no exaggeration to use the words "good wife and loving mother" to describe her; such a woman is most suitable for a wife, quiet, well-behaved and obedient, caring for her husband, educating her children, and raising her children...

If he hadn't met Si Lan, he would have definitely not hesitated to choose such a woman as his partner, because marrying someone is not about marrying him, so why not marry someone who is quiet and easy to worry about.

It's just that fate destined him to meet Silan, and it destined him not to willingly get married, have children, and live a normal life.

Now, Su Weixi is pregnant with her child; if he chooses to keep her, they will be bound together for the rest of their lives.

child!!

The two little faces in the nursery flashed in Lan Ruixiu's mind. They were handsome. At a glance, he knew they looked like Lan Sichen. He was extremely handsome and could conquer a country.

Being an uncle and being a father are two different feelings; the former is happiness and joy; the latter is excitement and complexity, which is a direct blood relationship...

How to choose, Lan Ruixiu couldn't make a decision for a while.

****

Lan Sichen asked the nurse to bring the two children from the oxygen tank so that Silan could take a look.

Twins, the two boys look exactly the same. Even Si Lan and Lan Sichen can't tell which one is the eldest and which one is the second; they can only rely on the birth cards tied to their feet, which have their birth times engraved on them.

to distinguish.

The baby was just a little bit bigger, with delicate skin that was tinged with red. His eyes as black as basalt rolled around, as if he was sizing up Si Lan. When he saw her, he smiled, with small dimples on the corners of his mouth.

The smile is extraordinarily sweet.

Silan held her little son in her arms, and couldn't help feeling wet in the corners of her eyes. Pregnancy and giving birth were different feelings. At this moment, holding her and Lan Sichen's child, she was filled with joy and emotion that was indescribable.

Lan Sichen held his eldest son in his arms and stared at Silan with tender eyes, "Asi, thank you for your hard work."

All of Silan's attention was attracted by the baby in his arms and hers. Looking at her beautiful son, especially the dimples at the corners of his mouth, she couldn't help but kiss him again and again.

Lan Sichen thought she was too moved, with a smile on his face. He handed the child to the nurse and said to her: "As, the child needs to go back to the oxygen tank."

Silan held her son in her arms and refused to let go. When her watery eyes looked at him, she said pitifully, "Let me hold him for a while longer."

"Asi, the child needs to rest, and you should also rest."

"I'm not tired, please let me hold you for a while." Silan's low and hoarse voice was almost pleading. He had been unconscious for such a long time and didn't even see the child for the first time when he was born. Now he just wanted to hold his son for a while longer.

, should you be deprived of even such a simple request?

Lan Sichen was helpless and couldn't bear to refute her feelings, so he just asked the nurse to send the eldest son back to the oxygen tank first.

Silan held the baby in his arms. Although the wound still hurt a little, he could bear it and kept making the baby laugh and talking to him.

Three minutes later.

Lan Sichen said: "Asi, it's time for the child to go back."

"No, let me hold you for a few more minutes."

Lan Sichen explained that he took the child directly from her arms, handed it to the nurse, and ordered her to put the child back into the oxygen tank.

Silan couldn't compete with him for her physical strength, and she couldn't bear to let go, for fear of hurting the child. She just watched her son being taken away, her eyes red, and she was very reluctant to let go, as if someone had taken her son away and wouldn't change it.

It's like coming back.

"I'm in a coma, what can my child eat?"

Silan suddenly thought of this practical problem.

"The hospital has a special supply of milk powder for newborn babies." Lan Sichen said calmly. Basically, what his son eats is not within his consideration. He will not starve to death anyway.

Si Lanjuan's eyebrows furrowed, "It's not good for babies with formula milk, so it's better to drink my breast milk."

"I object!" Lan Sichen decisively refused.

"Why?"

Lan Sichen's eyes fell on her enlarged breasts, he raised his eyebrows and said decisively: "You are mine."

"What does this have to do with breastfeeding?" Silan didn't realize for a moment how jealous Lan Sichen was.

"I don't allow other men to touch you." Especially your breasts.

Si Lan coughed, the wound was hurting, "Lan Sichen, those two are your sons."

"Not even my son." A son is great. Aren't sons men? When I was a child, I wanted to steal his woman. When I grow up, I don't know how to steal it. I firmly oppose them taking advantage of my woman!

Slanyan: "They are just newborn babies."

"It won't work if they have too many organs." Lan Sichen's tone was firm as iron, without any tone of discussion.

If it’s two daughters, that’s it. Let’s not talk about two sons! If you want to eat, you can have milk powder; if you don’t want to eat, then just inject nutrient solution.

Si Lan was speechless. How much do you dislike your two newborn sons? Is it necessary to be jealous of them? (Facts have proved that it is very necessary for Lan Sichen to be jealous. Because before the two future sons get married, they

They are so sticky that Lan Sichen wants to throw them to Africa, out of sight.)

Lan Sichen forced her to drink soup and rest.

But Silan was worried about how Lan Ruixi and Su Weixi could sleep, and just kept sighing.

***

Su Weixi took Mo Pei's mobile phone and finally mustered up her last courage. She pressed a string of numbers that she would never forget from memory. She put the phone to her ear and heard a beeping sound coming from there...

I’m not sure if he will pick it up. If he doesn’t pick it up, this will be the end of his life...

Lan Ruixiu was still sitting on the bed. When his phone buzzed, he almost instinctively took out his phone. When he saw this series of unfamiliar numbers displayed on the flashing screen, his eyebrows knitted together.

My intuition told me that it might be her...

Whether to answer or not, thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind, but when I came to my senses, I had already pressed the call button; her hoarse voice came from the phone call——

"President……"

Su Weixi didn't expect that he would answer her call. Her exhausted eyes looked at the street lights in the distance, glowing with a faint light... Although Lan Ruixiu didn't speak, she could hear his breathing.

It is transmitted clearly into your ears through radio waves.

"I have never asked you for anything. I only ask you this time, don't scold me, don't say so many hurtful words to me, listen to me once, just this time, okay?"

Lan Ruixiu held the phone hard, almost wanting to crush it, but he couldn't... After the phone was broken, he couldn't finish listening to Su Weixi's words...

"President, I'm sorry...I lied to you...I went to bed with you and married you not for your money." Su Weixi's hoarse voice was full of apology, her fingers grasping the green grass, her pale fingertips

Stained by the green juice of grass.

"I know." Lan Ruixiu said solemnly.

The corner of Su Weixi's mouth raised a gloomy arc, and she knew it. That meant that Silan woke up and told him everything...

Including myself and my pregnancy.

"Su Weixi..." Lan Ruixiu's voice was neither cold nor gentle, just deep and deep, "Our child..."
To be continued...