Chapter 320 What to destroy

The next day.

Jiang Ciyou went to Yan's house.

Xia Ling and Yan Feng's child stayed in an incubator for two weeks.

Just picked it up yesterday.

Feng Yuping has also been in a complicated mood recently.

Xia Ling was not satisfied with anything.

But I never thought she would die.

Now the person is dead and leaves behind a child.

The child was born without his mother.

It’s so pitiful just thinking about it.

And this time, Yan Feng seemed to have been hit hard.

During this time, I have been locking myself in the room.

He even refused to come out to eat.

Feng Yuping saw that Jiang Ciyou had a lot to say.

"How could I have given birth to a son like Ah Feng? It's been so many days, but he's still listless. He sleeps in his room every day, and drinks when he wakes up. He gets drunk and lives like a useless person."

Jiang Ciyou also felt complicated after hearing this.

"Maybe he hasn't recovered yet. Give him some more time."

Jiang Ciyou could only comfort her.

Yan Feng said before that he was deceived by Xia Ling.

Xia Ling also drugged him, threatened him, and used him.

He wished he could strangle Xia Ling to death.

But after Xia Ling passed away, he behaved contrary to his usual behavior and looked heartbroken.

What exactly is Yan Feng's feeling towards Xia Ling? Perhaps only he himself knows.

Feng Yuping also sighed: "I know he is sad, but he is a man, and a man should hold up the sky, not to mention that he is a father now."

"Do you know what makes me angry? He hasn't visited Xiaobao for such a long time, not even once."

This was quite unexpected to Jiang Ciyou.

Yan Feng had never visited the child when he was in the hospital before.

After the child came back, he didn't even look at it.

Is he afraid of being reminded of Xia Ling by the scene?

Jiang Ci felt that this was inappropriate.

Jiang Ciyou went to the nursery.

The Yan family hired two confinement nannies to take care of the child.

When Jiang Ciyou went in, the confinement nanny had just finished feeding the baby and the baby had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Ciyou and Feng Yuping walked to the side of the crib.

Looking at the baby on the bed.

He has gained a little more weight and looked much whiter than when I saw him in the hospital last time.

But it still looks thin and small.

Feng Yuping sighed repeatedly: "This child is so well behaved. He eats and then sleeps, and wakes up and then eats. He never cries or makes a fuss. He is not annoying at all. He is really an angel baby."

Looking at the baby's profile, Feng Yuping couldn't help but smile.

Before, because she didn't like Xia Ling, she thought that even if the child was born, it would have nothing to do with her.

There was no way she could help take care of it.

But now, looking at this lively little baby, its little arms, legs and face, my heart melts at one glance.

Feng Yuping likes it very much.

When I was in the hospital, I went to see him every day.

Now that I have it home, I can’t let it go.

Although she hired two nannies, as a grandmother, she still did many things herself.

Jiang Ciyou stretched out his fingers and touched the flesh on the child's cheek.

Although she is thin, she still has two little balls on her cheeks, which is very cute.

"Has the baby been named?"

Feng Yuping shook his head: "Leave such an important matter as naming to A Feng. As a father, he can't really ignore him. You can scold him later. What we say is useless. Maybe he will listen to you."

Jiang Ciyou said nothing.

Just looking at the quiet little face in the cradle.

The child is no longer the wrinkled baby he was when he was born.

Although she still looks thin and small, she looks much better now.

Moreover, the child's skin was extremely white, as if it had been soaked in milk.

"Not like Xia Ling, but a bit like Yan Feng."

Jiang Ciyou looked at the face carefully.

Although she is still very young, she was born with a high nose bridge, and you can see some of Yan Feng's shadow in her.

Feng Yuping was very happy to hear this.

"Yes, he looks a lot like Feng when he was a child. This child is really cute. His nose and mouth are like Feng's, but his eyes are..."

Feng Yuping almost failed to brake.

She wanted to say that she was somewhat similar to Jiang Ciyou.

She didn't know why.

Jiang Ciyou grew up under her nose.

When she was little, she wanted a daughter, so she was very eager to have one.

Of course she still remembered what Jiang Ciyou looked like when he was just born.

When the child opened his eyes, he looked a bit like Jiang Ciyou when he was a child.

Feng Yuping felt that this was fate after all.

But she was afraid that if she said it out loud, Jiang Ci would think too much.

After all, she is now married and has a family, and she has also drawn a clear line between herself and Yan Feng.

So you can't say this kind of thing casually.

Feng Yuping smiled faintly: "Her eyes are somewhat like Xia Ling's, big, watery eyes, and look particularly innocent."

Jiang Ciyou didn't know why, but his heart softened when he looked at the child.

But I feel sad for some reason.

Jiang Ciyou stayed in the nursery for a while and then went out.

She had already said goodbye and was about to leave.

As he was walking, he happened to pass by Yan Feng's room.

Jiang Ciyou stopped walking unconsciously.

Finally, I knocked on the door a few times.

There was no response from inside the door.

Jiang Ciyou pushed the door open directly.

Yan Feng just lay on the ground.

Wine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

The room also smelled of alcohol and tobacco.

Jiang Ciyou walked in straddling the wine bottles.

I saw Yan Feng lying on the ground, motionless.

Jiang Ciyou kicked his arm with her high heels: "Are you done?"

Yan Feng had his eyes closed.

His expression was just numb.

"Yan Feng, Xia Ling is already dead. The dead cannot be resurrected. Cheer up and look forward."

"Don't forget that you had a child before, but the child has no mother now. Don't you care about him?"

"Yan Feng, you are not a child anymore. You can't just shut yourself off and hide in your own tortoise shell when you encounter setbacks."

No matter what Jiang Ciyu said, Yan Feng remained motionless.

Jiang Ci's worries finally became unbearable.

He grabbed Yan Feng by the collar and dragged him into the bathroom.

Then he turned on the shower and poured all the cold water onto Yan Feng's face.

"Yan Feng, are you really a man? You have been like this since you were a child. When you encounter a little setback, you become devastated."

"What's the point of you being like this? Do you know that Sun Hao, the shooter, is also dead? Do you know that someone hired a killer and Xia Ling blocked the bullet for me? You just keep on being a waste. Have you ever thought that the real killer who killed Xia Ling is still at large?"

"You don't care about anything. You don't want to avenge Xia Ling. You only care about your own feelings. You don't even want to take care of the children."

"Yan Feng, you are a selfish and incompetent man."

Ice-cold water poured down over Yan Feng's head.

Yan Feng shivered coldly.

But there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

After a long while, he finally asked, "Who wants to kill you?"

Jiang Ciyou didn't expect Yan Feng to care about her first.

Seeing that Yan Feng had sobered up a lot, Jiang Ciyou turned off the water valve.

She spoke calmly: "Jiang Xiaoxiao."

A trace of surprise flashed across Yan Feng's eyes.

Jiang Ciyou continued, "I won't let her go. Just wait and see what happens to her. Xia Ling's death will not be in vain."

"So, please cheer up and stop looking like you're dying. Also, didn't you say you hated Xia Ling for deceiving you, hated her for persecuting you, and wanted to strangle her to death? Now she's really dead, isn't it just what you wanted? What on earth are you wasting your time on?"