My wife has always been timid

During the two days in the Maldives, Su Qingcheng touched every part of Hai Hai Yuan, traveled all over the small towns in the Maldives, and went to see all the places Dai Xiaochun had been to.

Missing is silent.

When she was sitting by the seaside, she would wonder whether Dai Xiaochun would just sit by the seaside and bask in the sun, blow the sea breeze, and stare into the distance like her.

It's just that everything doesn't come back.

The sea breeze blew her long hair with a salty smell, and her skirt, under the warm sunshine, made her look a bit lonely.

There was no other figure beside her.

Maldives is no longer lively.

On the beach, there are no people gathering to laugh, and there are no children pushing carts selling drinks and sodas, and the beach is in a dead state.

She looked into the distance in the wind, her eyes were so gray that she seemed to have lost all color.

"Miss Qingcheng, the helicopter is ready, the master asked when we will go back." The voice of the inquiry was a bit abrupt, and Kong Ang led the people and walked over gently from behind.

Only then did she slowly come back to her senses.

Glancing at the helicopter that was ready not far away, a tall man was standing under the plane, raising his hand and making a phone call, looking in her direction.

"It's time to go back."

She sighed lightly, stood up, and gathered up the long skirt that was blown mischievously by the wind.

Kong Ang immediately led people to follow.

After walking a few steps, Su Qingcheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, her eyes were fixed on the endless sea, the wind inadvertently blew away the mist in her eyes, and her thin lips moved silently, "Xiaochun, goodbye..."

Then she turned and left.

On the beach, Kong Ang, a big man, suddenly felt sore eye sockets, turned his head and looked at the boundless sea, and sighed heavily.

……

It was already night when we returned to Haidu.

The time difference in Haidu is a few hours later than that of Maldives. The pilots were cautious about the speed along the way, and it was already late at night after landing.

Su Qingcheng and Fu Xiuyuan first went to the children's room to see the sleeping child.

The little guy was sleeping soundly while lying on the quilt, breathing steadily, with his two little hands habitually placed on both sides of his head, sleeping like a baby.

"Xiao Hao has behaved very well these two days, you can rest assured." Fu's mother ran out to meet them when she heard the sound of the helicopter in the morning, and now seeing the sleeping child with them, she couldn't help but say a few words.

Su Qingcheng nodded.

She touched the little guy's face, leaned over, and kissed the little guy's forehead lightly.

Of course, I didn't dare to wake the child up.

The strength of her kiss was very light, as if she was kissing a treasure in the world, for fear that she would destroy him with any force.

"Go back, you have been on the plane for so long, go back and lie on the bed to rest." Fu's mother said softly again.

Su Qingcheng didn't stay any longer, she got up and went out first.

Fu Xiuyuan followed closely behind.

The door of the children's room was gently closed, and Mother Fu stood in the corridor, watching Fu Xiuyuan and Su Qingcheng return to the bedroom, thinking of Su Qingcheng's face just now, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Ma'am, it's late at night, you should go to rest quickly." The aunt who was beside her reminded her.

Only then did Mother Fu look away, and she couldn't help feeling: "Did you find out that Qingcheng girl won't laugh when she comes back this time. It's just ridiculous. The whole bunch of people in the Mo family did all kinds of things. They despise their family background. Uncleanness is not on the stage, and this method of forcing a woman who has just given birth to death must not be on the stage."

She heard about the Maldives.

Who would have thought that the handsome young master of the Mo family would get involved with the oiran, a chess piece raised by the Shen family, in private, and even forced him to death.

This was not a rare thing at first.

Having lived for decades, sitting in the position of Fu's mistress, she has seen many absurd, dark and unreasonable things.

What is reason?

In the dark place, the strong are the reason, and the weak can only be bullied.

It's just that the target is different this time. The girl named Dai Xiaochun is a good friend of her daughter-in-law.

Fu's mother couldn't help but glanced at the direction of the master bedroom again, and said worriedly: "A good friend around me passed away suddenly, and in that way, that girl Qingcheng has always been emotional, so she must be very sad this time..."

The aunt also sighed: "The children and grandchildren have their own blessings, Madam, don't want them, you should rest early."

"..."

Mother Fu looked at her and said nothing.

"Eh, Kong Ang?"

Kong Ang, who had just confirmed that his master and Miss Qingcheng no longer needed him, planned to go back, when Fu's mother called him, and turned to see Fu's mother still standing in the corridor, he quickly turned around to say hello to show respect: "Ma'am."

Mother Fu nodded, "Let me ask you, is Dai Xiaochun really dead?"

"Eh..." Kong Ang subconsciously glanced at the direction of the master bedroom, and said in a low voice, "Miss Dai committed suicide by jumping into the sea after giving birth. The waves in the Maldives happened to be rough in those two days. Although the body was not found, but... most people It's gone."

"..." Mother Fu fell silent.

A woman who just gave birth jumped into the sea, and her scalp tingled just thinking about it.

"Madam, you'd better not ask Miss Qingcheng about these things, so as not to mention her sad things. The acting lady is very important to Miss Qingcheng. Although she is not compared to Miss Gu Jia, she is still comparable."

"Of course I know, how could I touch that girl's sadness at this time."

"It's the subordinate who overstepped." Kong Ang smiled humbly, looked out the window, turned his head and opened his mouth: "It's late at night, ma'am, you should go to rest."

"...Rest, rest, rest, you will know to let me rest, let me sleep to death!"

Bang!
After the words were finished, Mother Fu stepped on her house shoes and went back to the bedroom, slamming the door heavily.

Because he was worried about Su Qingcheng's emotions in his heart, and was also angered by Mo's, he gave Kong Ang a displeased look before slamming the door.

Kong Ang: "..."

The door wind blew the hair on Assistant Kong's forehead, and he couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitching. Well, now he is not only going to be angry with the master and Miss Qingcheng, but even his wife is beginning to be uncertain.

……

Back in the bedroom, Su Qingcheng couldn't fall back asleep for a long time, perhaps because she had already slept all the way, or maybe because her mind was full of the baby's face.

She wondered if she had done something wrong.

The child lost his mother, and if he was raised in her hands, he would be able to share the mother's love and father's love with her son, but now he can only follow his father, and that father...does not welcome her.

Originally, the child could enjoy the wonderful life, but she crushed this opportunity with her own hands.

"what happened?"

Fu Xiuyuan noticed her emotions, grabbed her shoulders, and hugged her tossing and turning into his arms.

The familiar smell instantly permeated into the nostrils, the man's embrace was always warm, so warm that Su Qingcheng couldn't help hugging his neck, longing for this inexplicable peace of mind.

Fu Xiuyuan had sensed the girl's emotions a long time ago, and raised his hand to stroke her soft hair: "Still thinking about the Maldives?"

"No." Su Qingcheng shook her head.

"That is?"

"Child." Su Qingcheng buried his head in the man's neck, sullenly: "Do you think Mo Shaoqian will treat that child well?"

"Don't worry about that."

Fu Xiuyuan gave her the answer with certainty.

"Luckily it was a girl, fathers usually love their daughters."

In their circle, relatively speaking, they love their daughters more. Sons are used to inherit the family business. This truth.

Although the child's background was unpopular, she was a delicate little girl after all.

Mo Shaoqian also said when they were young that he liked daughters better, and if nothing else happened, he would raise that little girl into a little princess.

Su Qingcheng fell asleep after listening.

Hearing Fu Xiuyuan say that the child will be taken good care of, the string in her head gradually loosened, and she also fell into a light sleep.

The man next to him and Mo Shaoqian have been brothers for many years, and knowing each other, what he said can naturally be trusted.

The moon is bright.

After a while, there was a sound of steady breathing in the bedroom. The man looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms, stretched out his hand to brush away the hair that ran to her face, and lowered his head slightly to kiss her white and tender forehead.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep and wake up tomorrow, maybe the sadness will not be so clear.

……

The next day.

The strong sunlight shone through the window on the sleeping girl's face, and the slightly hot feeling made her frown uncomfortably, and reluctantly opened her eyes.

The sun is more dazzling.

The bed beside her was gone without the man who hugged her to sleep last night, replaced by a small figure, crawling, holding her arms, sleeping a little more soundly than her.

Su Qingcheng couldn't help feeling warm in her heart.

The little guy didn't know what he dreamed of, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth was about to overflow.

She took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the saliva from the corner of the little guy's mouth. Who knew that this simple action woke up the little guy.

"Mummy..." The little guy rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up.

Su Qingcheng smiled in relief, raised her hand and patted his little shoulder: "Didn't you get enough sleep? It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

As he spoke, he looked up at the wall clock.

Oh, it's past ten o'clock.

Su Qingcheng glanced at the little guy silently, who knew that the little guy just finished rubbing his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on her for two or three seconds, and then suddenly his eyes lit up with joy as if waking up: "Mommy? Really? Is it Mommy? Mommy is really back?"

Su Qingcheng: "..."

The child thought he was dreaming just now?
"Mommy, hug..." The little guy plunged into her arms without waiting for her reply.

Su Qingcheng wanted to laugh but was helpless.

I don't know how the child came here these days. Everyone came to him, and it was only then that she realized that she was really back.

"Qingcheng, are you awake?"

Fu's mother's voice came from outside, and then she knocked on the door and entered, thinking that even if she was not awake, she planned to wake her up.

"Yeah, are you awake?" Mother Fu saw this picture as soon as she came in.

Looking at the little guy who was in his mother's arms, Fu's mother narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Xiao Hao is so enthusiastic, you can be considered to have seen his mother, right? Qingcheng, you don't even know that during the few days you are away, this child is sleeping When I woke up, I ran to your bedroom, and when I saw that you hadn't come back, I hugged your pillow and slept for a while, I missed you to death."

Su Qingcheng only laughed when he heard that.

But the heart is sour.

After thinking about it, I also know how this child has lived in the past few days. The little guy who just found her has not yet stabilized his sense of security, so they left him at home alone.

Next time, don't do it again.

Su Qingcheng raised her hand and patted the child's back lightly. The child just lay in her arms sullenly, with his head hanging down and not making a sound.

"Okay, it's getting late, hurry up and wash up, and it's time for lunch after some sun exposure."

Mother Fu urged.

It was because she was worried that Dai Xiaochun's matter would affect Su Qingcheng's mood too much, causing Su Qingcheng to be so decadent, so she came to urge her to get up and go out to meet the sun.

People cannot be decadent.

Decadence, once it begins, is intractable.

After Fu's mother urged her, she lifted her foot and left. With Su Qingcheng's personality, she would not do anything disobedient.

At about eleven o'clock, Su Qingcheng washed up and took the little guy downstairs.

Mother Fu naturally asked the servant to cut some fruits and bring them to the back garden, and then called Su Qingcheng to the back garden to bask in the sun.

Haidu is not cold at all.

Compared with the weather in the imperial capital, even Haidu at the end of the twelfth lunar month is not half as cold as God's Capital.

Counting the days, it will be two days before New Year's Eve.

Counting the days, Dai Xiaochun's child was born on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month.

Su Qingcheng ate the fruit, and felt hot all over after basking in the sun for a while, and some slight sweat slowly broke out from the tip of her nose.

Snapped!
Suddenly there was a sound of something being thrown in the main building, followed by an ear-piercing breaking sound, which came from Mr. Fu's room.

"Trash! No one is as good as Aya! Hurry up and invite Aya!"

The sound of cursing also came out.

Soon, a servant hurriedly withdrew from the old man's room, wiping away tears and asked someone to send a message to Xu's house.

Su Qingcheng couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

She forgot to eat the fruit that was handed to her mouth. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Fu's mother inexplicably: "What's the situation? Where's Xu Ruoya?"

"..."

Mother Fu glanced at her.

This glance is secretive, as if there is something unspeakable contained in it.

"Guess where Xu Ruoya has gone."

"..."

Looking at Fu's mother like this, Su Qingcheng only felt a headache. When did the old mother learn to play charades?

"You don't know it when you see it."

Mother Fu sighed, and quickly shifted her gaze to the freshly dug soil in the garden.

The black soil is sprinkled with gray and white chemical fertilizers to fertilize the land so that the flower seedlings can be better moisturized in the coming spring.

Fu's mother pointed to one of them, and suddenly called her: "Qingcheng."

"Yes, mother."

"Tell me, will the flowers grown in this land look better?"

"what?"

"Here, there used to be a three-meter-deep pit. Xu Ruoya was stuck in it for two days and two nights. When the security guards rescued her, she was almost out of breath..."

"...?!"