Chapter 298 Just an adopted daughter
Guangguang hesitated for a long time.
Just don't speak.
Mu Yuan became more and more curious and brought him to sit next to her.
Wen Sheng: "Guangguang, why do you suddenly ask your aunt this?"
The bald little head was drooping, and he was twisting the corner of his T-shirt with Superman printed on it.
Muffled voice: "Aunt, will you leave after the little sister is born?"
His words stunned Mu Yuan.
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Wait a minute, how do you know this is my sister?"
Guangguang raised his head and said in a baby voice, "I just knew it was my sister."
His tone was particularly firm.
Zhao Keqiong, who happened to walk in, heard it and laughed: "Oh, the old people in the countryside used to say that children can accurately identify the gender of the fetus. He said it's a girl, so this baby might really be a girl."
Mu Yuan chuckled: "Okay, that's my sister, but you asked me if I would leave? What does that mean?"
Guangguang asked in a low voice: "After you give birth to a sister, will you leave like your mother?"
Mu Yuan paused.
I heard Guangguang's childish voice again, saying earnestly, "Dad said Mom would come back, but I know she wouldn't come back. She doesn't want me anymore. But I'm a man now, and I won't cry anymore. But aunt, my sister is not a man, can you please not be like Mom and not want her? My sister will cry."
Mu Yuan understood.
I felt endless sadness in my heart.
She held Guangguang in her arms and patted his small back gently: "Auntie promises that she will always be with Guangguang and his sister."
She caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.
Looking up, I saw Zhao Xitao.
His eyes fell on Guangguang, and after a few seconds, he moved his eyes up and gave her an apologetic smile.
She raised her lower lip in response.
After dinner.
Adult chat room.
Guang Guang fell asleep on the sofa with his hands under his face.
Zhao Xitao took off his plaid jacket, covered him with it, picked him up gently, held the back of his head with his big hands, and pressed the little head against his neck.
Say goodbye to them with a smile.
Huo Min followed him out and helped him open the car door.
Mu Yuan stood under the awning and looked at them.
There are problems in the parents' relationship.
The ones who are hurt the most are the children.
Both she and Huo Min had experienced this.
But I didn’t expect that Guangguang, who is usually like a little bully, would be like this.
She believed that Zhao Xitao had tried hard to enlighten Guangguang.
After all, he is a psychologist himself and knows very well that various psychological problems can affect a person's mood and cause depression.
But emotions are such a thing.
It's never something you can control just because you want to.
It is colorless, tasteless and invisible. When it penetrates into people's hearts, they can either feel joyful or suffer a fate worse than death.
"What's wrong?"
She was so absorbed in thought that she didn't even notice Huo Min turned around and came back.
Huo Min held her left hand and squeezed it gently.
Her almond-shaped eyes flashed with thought, and she told Huo Min everything Guangguang had asked.
Finally, she frowned slightly and said, "Guangguang's mother, didn't you come back to see him?"
Huo Min's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "After divorcing Xitao, she resolutely left the country and never came back. At first, Guangguang cried and made a fuss, but later, perhaps she really realized that the woman would not come back, so she stopped crying, making a fuss, and stopped mentioning it."
Mu Yuan felt a pang of sadness in her heart and sighed softly, "I shouldn't have bullied Guangguang before."
Think about it now.
What endless regret.
Huo Min's dark eyes flashed with a gentle smile. "It's okay. That kid probably only remembers you taking him to catch insects and has forgotten everything else. At least now it seems like he likes you very much."
Mu Yuan thought of Guangguang's words and smiled helplessly: "You know, Guangguang firmly said tonight that I am pregnant with a little girl."
Huo Min placed his palm lightly on her bulging belly.
He looked into her eyes, his expression tender and affectionate: "It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl, they are both our babies."
Mu Yuan raised her hand to cover his and smiled: "Well, but, isn't it said that girls look more like their fathers? Now I'm very curious about what she will look like."
Huo Min put his other hand around her waist, which didn't get much thicker even after she showed her pregnancy, and held her in his arms.
He lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a low voice: "It will be soon. In a few months, we will be able to meet her and see what she looks like."
His embrace is so warm.
Once trapped.
She was inexplicably a little sleepy.
It could also be that he coaxed me into eating half a bowl of rice too much at night, and I felt dizzy.
Seeing her yawn, Huo Min's eyes lit up with a cute smile, and he led people back to the house: "Go upstairs and take a shower. After the shower, there are still ten minutes of prenatal education."
Mu Yuan recalled the story he told hermit crabs about moving last night, and her almond-shaped eyes curved slightly: "Little hermit crab, are you moving again tonight?"
Huo Min lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his deep bone structure reflecting soft light and shadow: "Tonight we'll talk about little dolphins."
Mu Yuan didn't know where he found the children's stories.
Change one every day.
I enjoy doing this every night for prenatal education.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her slender fingers entangled with his long, bony fingers: "Are you tired?"
I have to take care of the company and her at the same time.
Running back and forth between home and work.
Huo Min chuckled: "Not tired."
She guessed he would reply like this.
Qingsheng: "If you are tired, remember to tell me, don't keep it in your heart, okay?"
A warm feeling surged through Huo Min's heart, and he said hoarsely, "Okay, I will."
He escorted the person up the stairs and into the room.
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Dark Night Club
On the booth.
Luo Zidong was holding a sexy beauty with his left hand and a glass of whiskey in his right hand.
The drunken, loudmouthed friend stopped his friend who was about to leave and said, "Hey, what are you doing? You're leaving right after we started playing?"
Someone joked: "Mr. Luo, he is different from us bachelors. He just got married and his wife is watching him closely."
The friend sitting next to Luo Zidong suddenly thought of something and asked with a smile, "Go away, Mr. Luo is different from us. Mr. Luo, I remember you went on a blind date with the adopted daughter of the Wang family? How was it? Did it work out?"
He had just finished speaking when he was confronted by someone. He didn't understand why and was dissatisfied: "What are you doing? Why are you confronting me?"
The man looked at him like an idiot and lowered his voice, "Is your internet down? Your adopted daughter is already dating Gu Zhou, the head of the Gu family! Why are you still talking about a blind date?"
His eyes widened before he realized he had said the wrong thing. He anxiously looked at Luo Zidong: "Luo, Mr. Luo, I really don't know about this..."
"Pa." Luo Zidong put the wine glass back on the glass table with force, and the bottom of the glass hit the table, making a crisp sound.
His face was dark, and when he thought of the scenes where he was repeatedly suppressed by Gu Zhou, he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, she's just an adopted daughter of unknown origin. I don't care about her."
Seeing his expression, everyone quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, she is just an adopted daughter, not worthy of our Mr. Luo."
He snorted, waved his hand, shook off the beauty in his arms, and stood up shakily: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Standing in front of the wall-mounted urinal, he had just taken off his pants and was about to flush it.
The toilet door was pushed open.
He turned his head unconsciously.
He met Gu Zhou, who seemed to be smiling.
Take off the crisp suit.
The all-black sportswear suited his casual demeanor even better. The black stretch fabric wrapped around his undulating muscles. In the dim light of the bar, he looked like a beast ready to pounce in the grass at night.
Even though he exuded laziness, there was a faint sense of creepy oppression.
He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his chin slightly, and his dark eyes gradually brightened: "What a coincidence, Mr. Luo."
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