Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

The small birthmark that caught his eye was like a muffled thunder hitting Xu Yu's head.

How could a child have such a birthmark? Obviously not yesterday.

Xu Yu pursed her lips, hurriedly put the child back on the bed, then bent down and raised her hand to caress the little plum blossom that appeared out of thin air on the child's arm.

The child lay flat on the bed and smiled at Xu Yu, revealing a small white baby tooth.

Xu Yu frowned, a trace of cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and then he fell weakly on the carpet beside the bed.

how could be? How come Chaochao has such a birthmark? Xu Yu was puzzled in her heart. Could it be that she had inherited it from Chaochao?

When Xu Yu thought of this possibility, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

When Taoshan rushed to Nanshan Mansion, Xu Yu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, feeding Chaochao and drinking milk powder.

"Little madam." Momoyama walked over with the medicine box on his back.

Hearing this, Xu Yu turned her head to look at him, worry overflowing in her eyes, "Doctor Tao, you are here."

"Yes." Momoshan nodded, his eyes falling on Chaochao.

The child was holding the bottle in his two little hands and was drinking enthusiastically.

A pair of dark green pupils blinked, staring at Momoyama, and suddenly let out a milky laugh.

Immediately, the child seemed to be full, sucking on the clean pacifier and began to spit out milk.

Xu Yu quickly handed the bottle to Aunt Tong who was waiting aside, took the handkerchief from the maid and wiped the milk powder dripping on the child's chin.

Momoyama looked at the birthmark that appeared out of thin air on the child's arm, frowned, and said after a moment of doubt: "My dear madam, Chao Chao is probably the same as you. This little plum blossom is not a birthmark, but a family emblem. Because Chao Chao is you. bloodline, so the child will inherit this badge with you. This is the most reasonable explanation I can give at the moment."

"It's the family again?" Although Xu Yu's voice was light, there was an unconcealable irritation in his tone.

Her Chaochao was such a clean child, and Xu Yu from the bottom of his heart did not want the child to have anything to do with any force.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. After Xu Yu calmed down, he asked: "Doctor Tao, will it affect the child?"

"Not for the time being." After finishing his words, Momoyama seemed to be confused.

Seeing the expression on his cheek, Xu Yu pursed his lips and held Chao Chao in his arms. The child raised his little hand and placed it on Xu Yu's neck, playing with Xu Yu's collar with his little fingertips.

"Doctor Tao, do you have anything else to say?" Xu Yu asked quietly.

Taoshan sighed in his heart, and suddenly remembered the third master's instructions in his ears, and then shook his head: "No, little madam, I will leave first."

"Yes." Xu Yu turned his head and glanced at Huo Bei, who had taken Taoshan over. "Huo Bei, take Dr. Tao home."

Huo Bei responded: "Yes, little madam."

After Huo Bei and Taoshan left, Xu Yu held the child and walked around the fireplace for a while. The child put his little hand on his mother's chest and gradually fell asleep.

Xu Yu lowered his head and kissed the child's forehead, sighed heavily in his heart, and then carried the child back to the bedroom.

At this time, Fanjing Temple.

Huo Tingsen stood tall and tall in the Zen courtyard. There were green bamboos everywhere. Chanjuans hung high in the sky, and the ground was covered with bamboo shadows.

After a while, there was a "squeak" sound at the door.

Huo Tingsen looked calmly and saw a monk wearing monk's robes walking in.

By the clear brilliance of the moonlight, Huo Tingsen saw clearly that this person was the old man who delivered flowers in the snow that day, and he must be the master Xuankong mentioned by the little monk.

"Master Xuankong." Huo Tingsen nodded slightly to him with respect.

Xuankong walked over with the beads and smiled kindly: "Young man, how is your wife's current situation?"

Huo Tingsen pursed his lips: "Madam has woken up, and everything is normal now."

"Where is the child?" the master continued to ask, his eyes shining with wisdom.

Huo Tingsen continued to answer in a low voice: "The dog is five months old. He had a cough a few days ago, but it's nothing serious."

Xuankong smiled: "That's good."

"Although I don't know why you helped your beloved wife, I, Huo San, have always been clear about grudges and grudges in my work. I have already added 5000 million incense money to the temple in my own name." Huo Tingsen said solemnly.

Xuankong twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, looked at Huo Tingsen, sighed, and said slowly: "Young man, in today's world, money can buy many things, but there are some things that cannot be exchanged for no matter how much wealth is spent. "

Hearing this, Huo Tingsen frowned, and an idea came to his mind: "Master, what do you know?"

"I don't know much." The master continued to twist the beads, "God will send a miracle, so she will be alone for a lifetime. The so-called miracle needs to benefit the world, and she will be lonely for a lifetime."

At this point, Xuan Kong suddenly stopped talking, and then said: "But now, everything has changed. She has a continuation in this world, and when the next miracle appears, she will be freed from the cycle."

"Master, I don't understand what you mean." Huo Tingsen said with a frown, but there was a vague feeling in his heart.

Master Xuankong smiled slightly and did not explain further: "Sooner or later, you will understand that this is a secret guarded by that mysterious sea family for generations."

Huo Tingsen frowned thoughtfully, suppressed all the questions in his heart, and whispered: "I know, thank you, master."

"It's okay." Xuankong's voice was kind and kind.

Three days later, Huo Tingsen returned to city b.

At ten o'clock in the night, a man in a black trench coat walked into the mansion. The lights were still on on the first floor. Huo Tingsen thought that Xu Yu and Chaochao had gone to bed. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the hall, he saw Xu Yu coming down from the second floor with his child in his arms.

The child sat obediently in Xu Yu's arms, holding a teething stick in his little hand.

"Third brother, you are back." As soon as he saw Huo Tingsen, Xu Yu curled his lips happily, walked to him with the child in his arms, stood on tiptoes and kissed Huo Tingsen's chin: "I miss you so much."

Across the child, Huo Tingsen put his arms around Xu Yu's slender waist, lowered his head and covered her soft lips.

The man's kiss was slightly cold, like a gust of autumn wind passing through Xu Yu's heart.

It wasn't until the child between the two started to stretch out his little hand to protest that Huo Tingsen ended the kiss, kissed Xu Yu's lips slowly, and caressed her lips with his fingertips.

A pair of dark black pupils are bright and deep, and the dimness in the eyes is like the most pious refraction in an ancient European church.

Huo Tingsen curled his lips and smiled, then placed a kiss on Xu Yu's forehead, then leaned down and picked up the child.

The child came into Huo Tingsen's arms, stretched out his little hand and patted his father's cheek. A soft smile appeared on his white and tender face.

"pa...pa." The voice was soft, a nice little baby voice.

Huo Tingsen raised his hand and rubbed the child's little head. With a smile in his voice, he asked in a low voice: "Chaochao, can you call me mommy?"