At night, Wan Qing tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. She walked to the improvised small bed and glanced at Xiaomeng who was sleeping soundly.
This child is quite well-behaved, and he doesn't recognize his birth. During the day, when Wan Qing held her in her arms, her dark eyes turned into crescent moons. After the milk powder was soaked and handed over, she instinctively hugged the bottle tightly and sucked it. Her little feet pushed her feet from time to time, and she swallowed "gurgling" in her mouth. She looked so cute.
By now it was late at night, and Xiaomeng fell asleep so deeply with some milk stains on her mouth. Wan Qing wrung out the towel with warm water, and then gently wiped her face, hands and feet.
Xiaomeng smacked her mouth subconsciously, twisting her head back and forth. Wan Qing's fingertips brushed her lips unintentionally. Although her eyes were still closed, a smile appeared on her small face.
The small bedside, pillows, and quilts were all smeared with a sweet milky smell. This smell is soft, wonderful, and has a trace of tranquility, which is the unique imprint of a baby.
Wan Qing couldn't help kissing Xiaomeng's cheek, and took a deep breath. The smell poured in from the nostrils, and rushed into the lungs little by little, arousing the latent maternal love in Wan Qing's heart.
In fact, Wan Qing has been expecting her child for a long time. Ever since she and Huai Ru got married, she always hoped that the crystallization of their love would come to this world.
Waiting and waiting, countless ages are innumerable, and finally what we waited for was a paper inspection report from the hospital. Because of long-term high-pressure work, Wan Qing and Huai Ru's physical fitness is not up to standard. The doctor said that both of them need a period of recuperation, and it may be difficult to get pregnant in a short time.
Thinking of this, Wan Qing pinched her palm subconsciously. She raised her head and looked at the moonlight outside the window. It was like a thin layer of hoarfrost, which penetrated into the bottom of her heart little by little, and she felt a little aching.
"Wan Qing, can't you sleep?" Huai Ru heard the rustling sound, scratched his fluffy hair, and walked around behind the small bed with a tired and swollen face.
Wan Qing lightly supported Xiaomeng's head with her arms, guided her to change her sleeping position, then pulled the quilt smoothly, and said sadly: "Look at this child, he sleeps when he's full, how well-behaved. In the end, dear Dad doesn't want her, and my mother is eager to push her away. Dad doesn't love her, and mother doesn't love her. Thinking about it, I feel pitiful."
"It's really strange to think about this world. Some people obviously don't want a child, but it happens that a child falls from the sky and is forced into someone's arms. Some people just want a child to pity and love , but after a lot of effort, I still can't conceive"
Huai Ru knew that Wan Qing was thinking of their own situation, and it was inevitable that they would be emotionally affected by the situation. He listened in silence for a moment, and finally said: "Wan Qing, I'm sorry, the mess caused by the rain actually made you uncomfortable."
Wan Qing lowered her head, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and silently digested all her emotions in her heart. When she raised her head again, the melancholy just now disappeared from her face: "Where is it, there is nothing to be sad about. I just feel that I have a good relationship with Xiaomeng, and I feel very close at first sight. From now on, we will also Treat her well, and never let her suffer any more grievances."
"Well, with us and Dad watching, this kid doesn't dare to mess up again when it rains. It's not been a day or two for him to live in a muddleheaded way. Just this time, let him practice and experience, so he can take care of himself." Huai Ru gently embraced Wan Qing's shoulder and said. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com