little wolfdog love me again

"Mo Xiaohe."

He Yiting walked to the door of the kitchen, and seeing that thin figure tidying up the kitchen, she suddenly felt sorry for the child.

Although she felt a little guilty in her heart, she couldn't just let go of the pain in her heart. If she could, He Yiting didn't want such a thing to happen.

Her eyes were a little red, and she still felt sorry for her son. Although Mo He was sensible and obedient in the past, he was like an ordinary child, hoping to get the love and care of his parents and express himself in front of them.

At times like this, Mo He would always be a little proud to ask for praise, which was completely different from the current Mo He who was doing these things silently.

Seeing that the child had to become stronger overnight, He Yiting felt pity in her heart, and she forced such strength.

She clearly knew what to do in her heart, but her body seemed out of control, and she couldn't face Mo He squarely. Even though He Yiting knew that it was useless to escape, she would still hide involuntarily like a tortoise. Protect yourself in a hard shell.

When Mo He heard He Yiting calling himself, he immediately stopped what he was doing and looked back at He Yiting, "Mom...Mom? What's wrong?"

When he called out "Mom", he was very nervous. He didn't know if He Yiting wanted to hear him call her mother now, but besides this name, he didn't know how to call He Yiting. No one calls mother's name directly.

But to Mo He's surprise, He Yiting didn't have any strange expression when she heard his name, but walked in front of her very calmly.

Mo He seemed to be sure that he could continue to call him this way, and called again in a softer voice than before, with a little crying sound, "Mom?"

He Yiting looked at her child with tears in her eyes, and called her mother timidly, she felt a throbbing pain in her heart.

She stretched out her hand to touch her son's face, but she was afraid that the indifference towards Mo He during this period would make him disgusted, so she didn't dare to touch his son's face rashly.

Seeing He Yiting's half-stretched hand, Mo He immediately raised his hand to grab it, and then brought her hand to his face, "Mom..." Mo He lowered his head, and gently rubbed his face against the warm hand.

He knew that these warm hands hadn't touched him for a long time, and Mo He missed being touched like this. Only then did Mo He realize that no matter what he had experienced, he longed for the warmth of this person.

Because this person is his mother!The biological mother who gave birth to him at ten months of pregnancy!

When Mo He first grabbed her hand, He Yiting was stunned for a moment, but seeing his head lowered and his shoulders trembling slightly, he couldn't bear to pull his hand away just like that.

She rubbed Mo He's face with her fingertips. Mo He was still a child. His skin was very smooth and creamy. It was the kind of skin that people couldn't put it down.

She stroked gently again and again, but suddenly there was some dampness on her smooth face.

He Yiting paused for a moment before realizing that Mo He was crying. She was crying as Bao Zai's beloved son since she was a child.

Seeing Mo He crying, how could He Yiting not feel uncomfortable?But it was also because of her that Mo He did this. It was because she didn't do what a mother should do. It was because she couldn't cross the threshold in her heart that Mo He was wronged.

"It's mom who's sorry for you...it's mom who's sorry for you...I'm sorry..."

The son cried, and He Yiting was also infected by Mo He's emotions, and the tears fell straight down like an unstoppable faucet, and she couldn't stop no matter what.

Mo He raised his head and looked at the crying mother, then raised his hand to wipe the tears off her face, "Mom, it's okay, Mo Xiaohe is fine, I will be more sensible, and I won't put any burden on my mother , I will wait for mom."

Hearing what her son said, He Yiting only felt that the recent neglect made Mo He, who was still very childish, mature a lot, but this kind of maturity was forced out.

"No, it's okay, Mo Xiaohe, you don't have to do this..." He Yiting also raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Mo He's face, "Mo Xiaohe...listen to your grandfather from now on..." He Yiting paused, looked Looking at Mohe's suspicious eyes, she hesitated whether to say the rest of the words.

And Mr. He, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, knew what his silly daughter was going to do after hearing He Yiting's words. After all, he had raised this daughter for decades, so why didn't he understand this daughter's personality.

Seeing He Yiting's hesitation, Mr. He immediately pushed He Yiting away from Mo He's side. He Yiting, who was suddenly pushed away, stared at her father with wide eyes.

"dad!"

"mom!"

What responded to them was the sound of closing the door. After entering the room, Mr. He locked the door. He heard Mo He knocking on the door, and then desperately calling "Mom", how could his heart not hurt?But in order to prevent He Yiting from doing stupid things, he needs to be cruel.

For his grandson, he needs to give this stubborn daughter a good reprimand.

He Yiting, who was dragged to the room, looked at Mr. He with a gloomy face, and shrank unconsciously towards the corner of the wall. Mr. He turned his head to look at He Yiting, and lowered his voice to express the doubts in his heart.

"You want to leave Mo Xiaohe?"

"I……"

Mr. He knocked on the wall, "Did you ignore what I told you just now? Do you really want to cast a shadow on Mo Xiaohe's childhood?"

"No, Dad!" He Yiting grabbed Mr. He's hand. He poured a lot of strength into that blow just now, and his hand was already red with just one blow, and his skin was a little torn. ……want to……"

Mr. He shook off He Yiting's hand, "What do you want? Don't you just want to leave Mo Xiaohe?"

"Dad..." He Yiting knew that no matter what she said now, Mr. He would not listen to her. Looking at her elderly father and thinking of her son who was less than ten years old outside the door, He Yiting's heart softened again, but she knew She hasn't stepped out of the threshold in her heart yet, even if she stays here now, she can't treat Mo He well, and she can't live with Mo He well.

Seeing her troubled look, Mr. He frowned, "Why? Why don't you treat Mo Xiaohe well? The death of Bo City is already a shadow in Mo Xiaohe's heart. Are you going to be in his childhood again? To cast a shadow?"

He only hoped that He Yiting could be persuaded to stay, even if it couldn't be the same as before, but at least he would stay by Mo He's side, at least his mother was still by his side, which was very important to Mo He.

"I know...but I want to say that if I leave Mo Xiaohe temporarily, maybe he won't feel so uncomfortable..."

"You're very selfish, do you know?" Mr. He looked at He Yiting, who was bowing his head, "You know that after you leave, Mo Xiaohe may forget you, maybe he will forcefully forget that he once had parents who loved him, and he will Seal this memory in the depths of my heart, so that no one can touch it."

"Man is a self-protecting animal. Because of the pain, he will cover himself up and cover up. Because he doesn't want to be touched by others, he will seal up his truest appearance. You left not for the good of the child. , but harmed the child..."

"If you really want a child, then you shouldn't leave Mo Xiaohe at this time, or you won't have time to regret it!"

"I……"

Mr. He took He Yiting's hand, "Can you think about it again? At least for the sake of the children, don't do things that you will regret easily, think about Mo Xiaohe... Think about it, in that case Did Mo Xiaohe think about you after the incident happened, can't you, a mother, think about your child instead?"

"Dad knows that you are also in pain. After all, Dad also knows the pain of another partner leaving, but does Dad treat you in any way? Doesn't he cherish you more and hold you in the palm of his hand?"

"As parents, we should think about our children at all times, and we should think more about them. No matter what happens, as long as the children are innocent, we should not get angry with them."

"Dad knows that Mo Xiaohe and Bocheng are [-]% or [-]% similar, and understands the pain in your heart, but Mo Xiaohe is so innocent, and now you still want to abandon Mo Xiaohe and go away by yourself. Are you what a mother should be?"

He Yiting looked at Mr. He's clear eyes, and the wrinkles on his face represented the experience of time and many things he had experienced.

There are more wrinkles, the age is getting older, and the scope of seeing things is also wide, not narrowly limited to one piece, because they have already smelled the fragrance of the coffin, and they understand that many things cannot only be considered in one aspect.

Seeing Mr. He's pleading eyes, He Yiting retreated.

"Okay... I'll think about it again..."

When He Yiting left Mr. He's room, she saw Mo He huddling herself on the sofa. Mo He was leaning on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, and the slight snoring sound let people know that he had fallen asleep.

He Yiting walked lightly to the back of the sofa, looked at Mo He who was still very childish, and remembered his stubbornness and strength when he was awake.

He Yiting felt that this child really accumulated a lot of pressure that this age should not have during this period, which made this eight-year-old child have to be strong.

She carefully hugged Mo He. Because of being moved, Mo He snorted and found a comfortable position in He Yiting's arms and continued to sleep soundly.

Seeing Mo He like this, He Yiting felt warm in her heart.

She remembered that when she was still in Cuiyun City, Mo He often fell asleep while watching cartoons. At such times, it was Mo Bo City who carried him back to his room, and every time Mo Bo City picked him up, Mo He He Hui wriggled in Mobocheng's arms, trying to find a comfortable angle for himself.

Thinking of that scene, He Yiting's eyes immediately became much gentler, but seeing the eyebrows and eyes similar to Mobo City, He Yiting felt uncomfortable again.

"If..." He Yiting sighed lightly, "There is no such thing... Mo Xiaohe, it's my mother who is sorry for you, and she will treat you even better in the future. Now let mother trust me, okay..."

He Yiting carried Mo He into his room, put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and gently kissed him on the forehead, "Good night, baby." He Yiting closed the door lightly and left Mo He's room .

But she didn't know that not long after she left, the person who was lying quietly on the bed twisted slightly, and then stretched out his hand to touch the forehead that was kissed just now.

He opened his eyes and looked at the dark room. This was the second time. He Yiting thought he was asleep and did what he would do before. With this warmth, Mo He could hold on, because he knew, mother It's not that I don't love him, it's not that my mother hates him, it's because my mother has her own difficulties, and he knows it, so he understands her.

Mo He sat up from the bed, turned on the night light by the bed, and picked up a diary from the table next to him. Because he doesn't know many Chinese characters now, he interspersed some pinyin, and he detailed what happened today I wrote it out, and then drew a special picture of the place where my mother kissed me in the end. This is his best memory today.

Looking at the full diary, Mo He felt his heart was full, he closed the diary and hugged it to his chest, "Mom, I will wait for you, and when you recover, your Mo Xiaohe has always been Now, I will work harder and be stronger, and not bring you any burden..."

Mo He put the diary in the drawer, then covered her with a quilt and went to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day, no matter what happens in the new school, he will be a good boy, a good boy so that his mother will not worry.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep with a faint smile on his face, but he didn't expect that because of what happened at school today, his treatment in class in the future would be the worst in history.

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The author has something to say:

Mo He: Mom, I believe in you, and all mothers also believe in me, okay, don't be so indifferent to me. (wink)

Author: I can!I want this child! (Holding hearts)