Her expression changed, and she subconsciously turned away, as if she was looking at the tree in the garden, but in fact her eyes were blank.
If you miss it, keep him safe!
Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
Who has she missed? Who does she want to protect?
Xia Yucheng breathed hard and took a deep breath, the scent of laurel flowers filling her nose.
She is clear that as long as she touches the most profound things in her lost memory, she will feel strange. She is just afraid of getting a headache, so she usually does not try to remember it.
But just because you don't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen.
Biting her lip, her body trembled slightly, and the dream appeared in her mind again.
The roaring helicopter, the cold sea water, the man holding her, and the low growl: Breathe in!
Uncontrollably, Xia Yucheng's hands clenched into fists, and her mind was racing.
"Sister Cheng, please give birth to another son for your eldest brother!" An Nuo didn't know what Xia Yucheng was thinking, so he continued, "From now on, it's best for the Feng family to give it to your son. He can easily become our wife in May.
That’s it, don’t worry, we won’t treat her badly?”
Annuo said happily, as if his children had grown up and were talking about good things.
After shaking her head for a moment, Xia Yucheng stretched out her hand to touch the fragrant osmanthus beside her, put aside her messy thoughts and said slowly: "Originally, I didn't understand this matter very well, but the rules of the Feng family are
Just right there, the Feng family is the most proud in Hao's heart. I am his wife, what else can I say? In the final analysis, the most grateful thing is that Yan Hui is back."
"Then give birth to a son and hand over the Feng family to him. This way, I can let Yan Hui truly return to the Yan family."
Annuo's generous and open-minded thoughts made Xia Yucheng less entangled in this matter. She held Annuo's hand and said, "That will happen in the future. It is the children's own choice. We were also old at that time."
Now, I can’t control that much anymore.”
After saying that, Xia Yucheng also sighed, hoping that her children would not blame their elders in the future.
But speaking of it, she really hopes that her next child will be a boy, and he will probably be as handsome and smart as Feng Hao.
On the way back, Feng Hao received a call from home, saying that Xia Mingyou had rushed back from Africa.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Hao put his arms around Xia Yucheng's shoulders and said softly: "Chengcheng, your brother is back. Over the years, he has been looking for you everywhere and misses you very much..."
"My brother?" Xia Yucheng recalled those photos, remembered Xia Mingyou's appearance, and said happily, "Is he my brother? That's great, but why doesn't he come back sooner?"
"He feels sorry for you and doesn't want to stimulate you too much, so he would rather suppress his desire to meet you."
"My brother...is so kind to me!" Indeed, it was too much stimulation and she couldn't bear it.
"Your brother has always been very kind to you. He would risk his life for you."
Suddenly, Xia Yucheng was moved by these words: "Hao, my departure must have brought you a lot of pain."
Feng Hao pressed her forehead against hers and sighed softly: "It's not a lot, it's a lot, a lot..."
Often a person's disappearance can cause more harm to loved ones than death. This is the difference between long-term pain and short-term pain, and this is the difference between endless concern and sadness.