After retiring, I was pinched and spoiled by the boss

……

In Nan Sheng's dream, there was a fire.

"Hengheng...Hengheng..."

"Don't... please don't..."

"Save him...Fu Xingzhi, save him quickly..."

The terrifying nightmare was like the devil's hands, tearing her apart.

"what!!"

Nan Sheng tried his best to rush out of the nightmare, and woke up screaming.

She sat up suddenly from the bed, stared straight ahead with her eyes wide open, her face was pale and dripping with cold sweat, and she gasped for breath.

In my mind, all the scenes before coma.

Fire, burning blazingly.

"A Sheng, A Sheng, I am here, my husband is here..."

She was brought into a generous embrace, and a familiar voice rang softly in her ears full of distress.

Returning from the nightmare to reality, she grabbed his arm suddenly, stared at him, and asked anxiously, "Where is Hengheng?"

Her voice was hoarse and broken, as if her throat was filled with gravel, and every word she uttered was excruciatingly painful.

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and her nails sank into his flesh.

But Fu Xingzhi didn't feel any pain.

Because this pain is less than one hundred thousandth of my heart.

"Wife..." He choked slightly, his eyes were bloodshot.

She had been in a coma for two days, and he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights.

My heart is full of grief and panic...

"I ask you, where is Hengheng? Where is my son?!"

Nan Sheng roared angrily, jumped off the bed, grabbed his arms and shook him violently.

The scene of the woven basket falling into the fire lingered in her mind like a spell, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she tried.

She doesn't accept it!

That must be her dream!

Well, her Hengheng is still fine, waiting for her to pick him up in the incubator...

"Wife, calm down, hang on to him..." Fu Xingzhi hugged his wife into his arms with a lump in his throat, so sad that he couldn't speak.

Nan Sheng didn't dare to listen either.

She lowered her head in an evasive manner, resisted and withdrew from his arms, and walked towards the door barefoot, murmuring almost inaudibly, "I want to see Hengheng...I want to see my son...I want to see me son of..."

Fu Xingzhi's heart was twisted like a knife.

I couldn't bear to see her so sad, but some facts had to be faced no matter how cruel they were.

He grabbed her wrist and said with red eyes, "A Sheng, our son...is gone."

Gone……

The moment he uttered these two words, Fu Xingzhi felt as if his heart had been gouged out by someone, and he was in excruciating pain.

Xue Yao poured gasoline on the floor of the main room, and the fire swept through the whole room in an instant. It was too late when he wanted to save Heng Heng after saving Zi Rui.

The fire was too big, and he couldn't get close at all.

Although there is no need for Hengheng to save...

The countryside is remote, and it took two hours for fire engines to arrive. When they arrived, they found that the road was too narrow to get close to the fire.

Everyone can only watch the fire burn.

The fire burned all night.

The Jiang family's old house was reduced to ashes overnight.

Gone?

Nan Sheng kept silent and froze.

She raised her eyes slowly and stared at him blankly, as if she didn't understand.

Her ignorant eyes hurt his heart severely.

Fu Xingzhi's eyes filled with mist, "A Sheng..."

Nan Sheng turned his head and left.

While walking, he murmured, "Hengheng don't be afraid, mom is here to save you...don't be afraid..."

"A Sheng!" He frowned fiercely, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull her.

"Do not touch me!!"

She swung his hand away violently, roared sharply, and stared at him fiercely while stepping back.