Unexpectedly, it turns out that he can have the love of ordinary people.
love?
Fu Yanye kissed her, and the sea and sky outside the window were witnesses. He knew that his heart was moved again.
This woman was overbearing, strong and selfish when we first met.
In the evening, he cooked by himself without anyone else interrupting him, and she didn't need to interfere.
Zhuo Jian sat in the back, leaning on the dining table and watching him cook.
I just feel that time flies by and there will be no more ups and downs for them in the future.
Fu Yanye, I love you.
That sentence was about to burst out of my mouth.
However, the appearance of a sound suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
It also interrupted Fu Yanye's careful preparation of dinner.
It's serious.
Fu Yanye was silent for a while after answering the phone, then raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian felt bad and asked him: "What's wrong?"
"That child left."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. He quickly understood and stood up unconsciously.
"I'm going to the hospital."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian nodded, "Well, comfort Brother Yan Zheng."
"I asked aunt to come..."
"Oh, I can cook myself. Go quickly."
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to delay any longer. Yan Zheng always valued feelings, so he didn't know what to do now.
Fu Yanye took his coat and left, and Zhuo Jian began to feel uneasy at home.
And Zhong Mai, I don’t know if she knows.
Zhuo Jian doesn't dare to make random calls now, so she can only wait patiently at home.
When Fu Yanye rushed to the hospital, the child had already been taken away. The child's mother was crying silently in the morgue, while Yan Zheng was squatting outside, blaming himself and feeling depressed.
"Stern."
Fu Yanye walked over with long legs.
Yan Zheng did not raise his head, but felt his presence beside him, turned around and buried his face in his suit pants.
Fu Yanye looked down at his painful appearance and didn't know how to comfort him.
"Yanye, why am I so useless?"
Yan Zheng feels that he is not even worthy of being a father.
"Some things cannot be undone by humans."
Fu Yanye comforted him very lightly.
Yan Zheng stopped talking. He felt that as a father, he couldn't save his child. He was such a waste.
Zhong Mai was wearing high heels and walked to the corner. When he was about to walk over, he saw Yan Zheng squatting on the ground holding his head, probably crying. Fu Yanye was beside him. His heart felt cramped, but he still stepped back.
Maybe she shouldn't show up at this time.
"Stern."
Zhong Mai heard a weak female voice.
Only then did Yan Zheng raise his head.
"Do not blame you."
There is no blame in the woman's eyes, nor is there any desire.
Her whole body was stained with sadness, but she was the only one who was sad.
"I shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place. You can go and take care of your wife and live the life you should live."
The woman spoke calmly.
"You're telling me this now? What is the life you should live? If you hadn't given birth to him, or if you hadn't run away...yes, it's all your fault."
Yan Zheng stood up, full of angry accusations.
The woman lowered her head and did not question.
"I thought it was too beautiful, I thought..."
She thought that God would favor her and would not take away her only light.
But God did not favor her.
Or maybe none of this belongs to her in the first place, and the stolen things will have to be returned to others sooner or later.
The woman looked at him with tearful eyes, "You are right."
"..."
No matter how angry Yan Zheng was, he couldn't yell at her anymore at this moment.
Do you blame her?
She is just a poor person.
She is just a mother who wants to save her child's life.
"After the child is cremated, I will take away his ashes."
