atlantis

"Flawless?"

"The pinnacle of evolution is perfection, the more perfect the more deadly..."

"Perhaps, there really is a mysterious power in the dark that dominates the fate of all living beings, and even we cannot escape?"

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The chaotic words murmured coldly in the dream, like maggots biting the firm will, lingering in Morris' ears.He walked in the deep passage, he couldn't see the way he came from, he couldn't see the way to go, under the more and more slow footsteps, there seemed to be a cold thick fog rising from the ground, lifeless silence, lifeless depression.

"Suddenly I feel scared..."

"Would you be afraid, Maurice?"

"Would you be afraid, Maurice?"

The voice of nothingness echoed in the deep world, Morris clenched his fists hard, his bones and fingers turned white, but he still couldn't suppress the gloomy cold that filled his heart.He felt afraid, and his whole heart seemed to hang high above the cliff.

"Morris?" Gently pushed open the bedroom door, only to find that there was only a dim lamp on, and Morris was lying on the four-poster bed, and seemed to have fallen asleep again?

Han Jing sat by the bed, stroking his sleeping face as usual, and suddenly felt dense sweat oozing from his smooth forehead, and Morris' breathing was a little short.

"Morris?"

"Morris?" Han Jing called softly, saw the person in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, Fang Nuannuan smiled, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"It's not a nightmare..." Supporting his heavy body, Morris calmed down, let Han Jing wipe off his thin cold sweat, and sat up slowly.

"It's just that I didn't see you in the dream, and I felt a little flustered." Maurice hid his thoughts, and said lightly, "How is today? Help me squeeze my back. It's very uncomfortable. I don't know how long it will take?"

"Come on, isn't Marco predicting, just two or three weeks?"

"More than half a month? My back has been sore for the past two days. I really want to give birth quickly and get rid of it as soon as possible." Morris couldn't help complaining. Getting more and more upset.

Han Jing kneaded the acupoints to relieve Morris' discomfort: "Day by day, it passes quickly, why don't I take a vacation early? When I'm done with this week, I'll come back to be with you, and you won't be so hard by then. ?”

"No, work is important." Morris refused lightly, and got out of bed with Han Jing's support, with a round belly.

"This stomach is like a blown balloon. It changes every day, and even the stairs are almost invisible." Holding the rotating handle, Morris frowned and sighed, taking every step with extreme caution.

"We... temporarily move the bedroom to the downstairs guest room?" Han Jing supported Morris, looking at the round and tall belly, but he was actually very nervous.Although Marco said that the child is developing well and is not particularly big, Morris is not like other pregnant women. He is not bloated at all, and his belly that looks like a hill is much bigger than ordinary pregnant women.

"It's noisy downstairs. I don't want to bump into the part-time workers at home." Morris refused again, and finally went downstairs, let Han Jing serve him, and sat at the dining table calmly.

Han Jing took off his military uniform, turned on the bright lights, heated up the dinner he ordered from the Gaea Hotel, and brought it up.

The two sat facing each other, chatting about warm and trivial matters. Halfway through eating, Han Jingfang said hesitantly: "Today, my mother called and said she wanted to come and see, worried that I didn't take good care of you."

"You brought me up like this, who dares to say it's not good?" Morris smiled a little lightly, and there was still a lingering haze in his heart, thinking about the morning, Cymo's unintentional words, but the trouble fell into a dream.

"When will your mother come?" Morris asked with a smile as he calmed down.

"It should be next weekend." Han Jing paused, "I know you don't want to see outsiders, but she is my mother, I hope you can bear with it. I will persuade my mother to stay for two days at most."

"She wants to live here for a long time?" Morris raised his eyebrows, and Morris caught the details in the words.

Thinking of the phone call just now, the joy and persistence shown by his mother, and then meeting the sharp eyes, sapphire eyes, Han Jing was so entangled that he had a headache.

"My mother is worried about your childbirth, and she wants to stay in Aiwei to take care of you herself." Han Jing tried to relax as much as possible, "She also loves you, and she is afraid that you will be alone, and no one will ask you, so she wants to come over and help."

"I'm not alone, I have your care."

"But I work during the day, and I've been so busy working overtime lately, and you're going to give birth soon, and you don't want to be hospitalized, and you don't have any relatives at home, so I'm always worried." Han Jing rarely insisted, trying to persuade.

Morris immediately emphasized his tone: "You know very well that I don't want outsiders to see. On weekdays, when there are part-time workers, I don't even go out the door of the study, just because I don't want people to bump into me in such an embarrassing manner."

"But my mother is not an outsider." Hearing that Morris classified his mother as an outsider, Han Jing couldn't help frowning.

"I've only met your mother once, and besides, it's not natural to see my father in this state. I don't agree with this matter." Thinking that when he was giving birth, Marco's presence was already the limit, Morris responded very strongly .

"Don't be angry, didn't I discuss it with you?" Enduring the unhappiness in his heart, Han Jing took the initiative to give in and stood up, "I have already mentioned this matter to my mother. I will persuade you when the time comes, seeing how you look." Well, I think she will be relieved. Don't worry, the rest will be easy to talk about."

In order to make Morris happy, Han Jing dragged a large box from the living room, which contained several wooden horses and cradles that needed to be assembled.

"It's all delivered today. Look, will our daughter like it?" Han Jing squatted beside him, stroking his round belly, as if talking to his daughter who was about to be born.

Morris lost his temper, and took pictures of real objects, looking at them seriously.

"I buy all green and environmentally friendly solid wood, the top brand you like." Han Jing came over again with a big box, "And these pure cotton baby clothes, ranging from newborn to half a year old, pink, Blue ones, purple ones... I bought them all, and I’ll wait for you to pick them out, and put the ones you don’t like in the storage room.”

"The Vibalon baby milk powder we agreed on last time has several formulas, and I bought them all..."

"And baby bottles of various brands, paper diapers..."

"Special baby body wash, body lotion..."

Han Jing was in high spirits, and presented each item to Morris to decide.The salaries of the two are generous, and even if it is a high-end brand, there will be no heartache or any hesitation.It's just that both parties are very busy. In order to arrange the production period, Morris hardly considered the child's related matters for a long time.After taking a rest recently, his stomach is too big to go out, but Han Jing is getting more and more busy, working overtime frequently, hugging Morris every night after sleeping, getting up again, and working secretly until late at night.

So for the preparations after the birth of the child, Han Jing chose to order directly from the official website. Worried about the difference in the actual products, and wanted to give her daughter the best mood, she bought all the brands she liked.There were several large boxes piled up in front of Morris.

Morris shook his head and smiled, "Do you want to open a baby products store at home?"

"Among other things, your daughter likes these wooden horses very much." Morris supported his back, pointed to the scattered wooden pieces in the box, and deliberately made things difficult.

Thinking of his mother coming next week, Han Jing felt a little guilty. In order to marry Morris, he wanted to follow Morris's wishes as much as possible. There were many things that he changed here, like the part-time job at home, but his mother didn't know , I always thought it was a long-term servant.

Thinking about the child's surname, Morris' father had almost no room for bargaining. Although Morris didn't care about the surname, he had seriously discussed with himself before Grant, hoping to name his daughter Catherine, his mother's name.I didn't even think about it at the time, hugging Morris was a promise.Now, the daughter who is about to be born will be the surname of the Norman family, and it will be Catherine Norman. She really has nothing to do with him. I have to say that Han Jing has a subtle pain in his heart, and he feels uncomfortable as a married woman. .

It's just that Han Jing always felt that he had wronged Morris, and tried his best to give his family the warmth and make Morris feel happy without touching the bottom line.

But about the name, Han Jing wanted to wait for Morris to give birth, and then find an opportunity to discuss it slowly.

How to name it...Han Jing felt a headache, and couldn't think of a way to satisfy both parties.He sat in the living room downstairs, with his legs curled up, holding his optical computer notebook, thinking about the content of next week's meeting.It was raining outside the window, and it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. His thoughts were interrupted by a momentary upset. Han Jing got up from the sofa and went upstairs gently. He found that Morris was in a bad mood, and he fell asleep lazily in the bedroom.

Looking at his handsome face and touching his high belly under the soft silk quilt, Han Jing's eyes were soft and his lips were smiling, the troubles in his heart seemed to be blown away by the spring breeze, warm.

He leaned down and kissed Ying Ting's eyebrows.

Seemingly not sleeping deeply, Morris frowned, dazedly: "What time is it?"

"It's still early, you can go to bed later." Han Jing held his exposed hand, unexpectedly cold.After closing the quilt carefully, Morris curled up and buried his face in the pillow.

"Uncomfortable?" Han Jing's heart tightened.

"No... just want to lie down for a while..." Morris replied lightly, covering his stomach with his hand under the quilt.Since this afternoon, he has been a little uncomfortable, with a dull pain in his abdomen, and his waist is even more sore.He wanted to sleep for a while, as usual, and wait for the pain to slowly ease and subside.

Han Jing sat beside him and watched for a while without noticing.Going downstairs, like the past weekends, rolled up my sleeves, and started to work in the kitchen, washing vegetables, cutting meat, and stewing soup in an orderly manner.

The continuous rain outside the window is gradually fading, and the lights inside the house are bright, reflecting the dim courtyard.

Han Jing had just cut the ribs when he heard someone ring the doorbell outside.

"Who could it be? At this time?" Without time to wipe his hands, Han Jing changed into his slippers, took out an umbrella from the entrance and walked out.He and Morris lived a very low-key life. Except for the postman who delivered the package, almost no outsiders visited on weekdays.

Passing through the weeping crabapple in the front yard and opening the iron gate, Han Jing was taken aback.

"Mom! Why are you here!?"

"Didn't you say you won't be here until next week!?" Han Jing hastily held up the umbrella to help his mother shelter from the drizzle, and twisted the suitcase with his right hand.

"I just came back from a vacation in Falut, and there happened to be a plane that could transit in Avidu, so I made a special trip to see you."

"I want to give you an unexpected surprise." Mother Han looked at her son's residence. The environment was elegant and she was more satisfied than expected.

"You should notify me in advance so that I can pick you up at the airport."

"I'm not old yet. Didn't I find your place? The environment is very nice. Why did you come to open the door? Where did the servants go?" Mother Han frowned when she walked into the house and found the living room was empty.

With a sudden heartbeat, Han Jing smiled and poured his mother a glass of warm water.

"Pyne has something to do these two days, and I agree with him to go home."

"How can this work? You are busy with everything at home!?"

"Isn't it the weekend? And I hired a part-time worker."

"You usually go to work so hard, you should have a good rest on weekends." Seeing her son with his sleeves rolled up and an apron tied around his waist, and Morris not seeing him for a long time, Mother Han felt a little unhappy.

"Why didn't you see Maurice? He wasn't home?"

"He's a little uncomfortable, just fell asleep..."

"Really?" Staring at the son who grew up under her nose, Han's mother always felt that Han Jing's eyes were a little flickering, and she dared not look directly at herself.

"Mom! What are you guessing!" Han Jing said angrily, "Morris is about to give birth, you gave birth to me and my sister, you should be more considerate of him than me."

"I've already sympathized with him. Until now, no relatives in the family have invited him formally. What kind of marriage is this?"

"Is it because their family doesn't like us? Your father and I suggested several times to meet your in-laws, but you made excuses to postpone it. Can I not doubt it?"

"There's also the matter of the honeymoon wedding, why don't you send me some photos for me, your dad, and your sister to see!?"

Han Mu scolded, although the voice was soft, but every sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing into Han Jing's heart.

Han Jing was in distress, so he could only laugh and said, "It's our fault as juniors, but Morris is too old to move around, and he has a thin skin. What picture."

"Didn't I say that? Morris's father has bad eyesight and has been living in the Berlin Sanitarium. After he recovers, our family will come out to have a good time."

"Are you okay? Mom?" Like when he was a teenager, Han Jing sat beside his mother, not as reckless as he was when he went home last time. The series of twists and turns in his marriage changed his state of mind.

"Okay... I just said some impatient words..." Mother Han patted her son's hand and stood up, "Where is the kitchen? You haven't eaten the food I cooked by myself for a long time, right?"

"Mom, let me come. You just got off the plane. It's a rare time to come outside. Seeing his mother snatching his apron, Han Jing wanted to stop him. Since his family became rich, his mother rarely got off in person. kitchen.

"I'm still sitting on the plane. I'm not tired. You work overtime all day and you lose weight. Go outside." Mother Han felt sorry for her son, so she insisted on lighting the stove and pouring olive oil on it.

Han Jing had to stand by and ask for help.

The mother and son were busy in the kitchen, and Mother Han suddenly sighed: "I haven't burned it for many years. I really don't know my craftsmanship. Will Morris like it?"

"Mom's cooking, Morris must like it." Han Jing answered smoothly.

Han's mother laughed, her heart was very clear, and her son was hiding some things from her.

"Seeing you this time...seems to be a little calmer? Is it because you want to be a father? Do you know that you are not rash?" Mother Han asked tactfully.

Han Jing smiled and said, "Isn't Mom going to be a grandma now? Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy!" Mother Han chopped up chopped green onions and was about to put them in, when she suddenly thought, "Is Morris used to this?"

"He is a Westerner, and the chopped green onion is acceptable, but he is not used to adding chicken essence to the soup for seasoning."

"Mom, you're really careful." Han Jing smiled comfortably, and suddenly felt that his worries in front of him seemed to be too much.

"He eats well, so the child in his belly can be raised well." Mother Han added half of the chopped green onion, "You liked to drink bone soup with chopped green onion when you were young. I think my granddaughter must be like you. She is our Han. The eldest granddaughter of the family."

"I've been thinking about your granddaughter's name for several months with your father. This is a big deal! I went to the temple to ask the eminent monks for advice. Your father has been checking various books in the study room every day for a month, so I want to give you a name. Our granddaughter chooses a nice and auspicious name."

"In the end we decided on several names, and I want you and Morris to choose them together. They are all auspicious and good names."

"Did you listen to me!? Han Jing?" Mother Han put down the spoon and noticed that Han Jing seemed to be in a daze?

Han Jing laughed far-fetchedly: "I'm listening, Mom!"