Marriage in crisis

I suddenly raised my head from Wei Qingchuan's arms. I looked at Wei Qingchuan with pear blossoms in my eyes. After being stunned for a long time, I said dullly, "I have to go see him!"

Chi Xi looked at Wei Qingchuan. I was struggling to get out of bed. Chi Xi ran over immediately, "Sister, you'd better rest more!"

"I have to see him!" I thought to myself, this Zhao Mingzhen's child was the one who separated me from my mother and son.

Without him, how could I be separated from my flesh and blood.

I remember clearly that when I gave birth to my third baby, the doctor held it in his arms and showed it to me. He also said with a smile, "What a beautiful boy, weighing 7 pounds and 4 taels. Listen, he cries with so much strength and energy." ! ’

But since when will he be by my side? So where is mine?

No wonder everyone says he’s not like me, he’s nothing like my children!

I stubbornly got out of bed, feeling as if I was in the clouds, light and top-heavy.

Chi Xi supported me and went to Sanbao's special care ward.

He was crying, but his cry was very small, like a cat's.

I walked over and he saw me immediately, and the next second he started crying loudly, shouting, "Mom!"

Just this sound made my heart hurt. I leaned over to look at him and looked at his face carefully. The more I looked at his face, the more it looked like Zhao Mingzhen's. Tears blurred my eyes, Mom! But I'm not his mother!

"Mom! Mom... the baby is afraid!" He cried, feeling aggrieved.

He said he was afraid, but would he be afraid if my son was not with me? When he was laughing and acting coquettishly in my arms, what was my part doing? Will there be places where I can act like a spoiled child, and I will be cared for.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I turned around and walked out.

But when Sanbao on the hospital bed saw that I was leaving, he immediately struggled and cried, "...Mom, mom, the baby is in pain and wants mom! Mom won't leave..."

I collapsed completely. I squatted down and hugged my head. Then I knelt on the ground and raised my head. "...What should I do? My son, where are you!"

The three treasures over there were also crying, "Mom, baby, be good, don't let the baby go... I won't cry! Mom..."

He was crying and counting his mouth. The special guard wanted to hold him down, but he stretched out his little hand towards me and shouted at the top of his lungs.

I still couldn't hold it back, so I turned back to look at him, and saw that he had struggled to sit up, and the special nurses couldn't hold him down. He was looking at me pitifully, crying as if he was about to die.

My heart softened, and I quickly got up, rushed over, and comforted him. He held me tightly with his small movable hand, for fear that I would leave again. His little appearance was simply too pitiful, and his face was covered with snot from crying. Tears.

I leaned down to his face, and my tears met his.

His injured arm was so swollen that even half of his body seemed to be swollen because it was tied to his body for fear of him moving around.

I also feel that mother-son connection, after all, he calls me mom. I cried and coaxed him, "Stop crying...son...zi...stop crying! Mom is here!"

The sound of "son" really made my whole body hurt, but what can I do? He is still a child, and he must suffer for his mother if he offends anyone. In his heart, I am his mother.

I still remember the scene at the top of the mountain, where he hit Zhao Mingzhen and said she was a ‘bad silver’ and he wanted ‘mother’!

"Child, do you think your life is good or bad?" I murmured, took a breath, and smiled at him, "Stop crying. Mom is here. If you cry anymore, you will be bad. Mom doesn't like crying. baby!"

Sure enough, he stopped crying little by little, sobbed, stretched out his pink tongue, and licked the snot on his lips.

I quickly stretched out my hand, and Chi Xi immediately handed over a tissue, and I wiped it clean for him.

His small eyes stared at my face tightly, as if he was afraid that I would leave again, and looked at me pitifully.

"Mom... Baby, be good..." He choked and shook his little hand that could only move, "No... don't cry!"

"So good..." I touched his head, but I started crying. He stretched out his little hand and wiped my tears, "Mom, don't cry, be good!"

I couldn't control my emotions anymore and hugged him. She pressed her face against his, "Mom, stop crying! My child! Mom will never leave again!"

But where is my child? Will he also be able to wipe my tears?

I can't imagine what kind of situation he is in, and whether he will be able to meet a kind-hearted person and take care of him again.