After retiring, I was pinched and spoiled by the boss

"I'm sorry, Sheng Bao, I'm late."

Su Jin quickly embraced her best friend, stroking her back distressedly, trying to give her as much warmth as possible.

Nan Sheng leaned in Su Jin's arms, tightly clutching her best friend's skirt, the great grief caused her to tremble uncontrollably, her tears were silent and turbulent.

My heart hurts so much! !

It turned out that the pain was so extreme that even breaking down and crying became a luxury.

Looking at her best friend's appearance, Su Jin felt like a lump in her throat. She wanted to comfort her, but at this moment she couldn't say a word.

The pain of losing a child is heart-piercing.

She didn't know how to comfort her.

It seemed that no matter how comforting he was, he was just rubbing salt on Sheng Bao's wound.

At the beginning, she just had a miscarriage and her heart was so painful, not to mention that now Ah Sheng is watching her baby...

The pain was a thousand times more painful than hers!

The two girlfriends hugged each other tightly and wept silently.

"It will pass, Sheng Bao, everything will pass..."

……

Not long after Su Jin left, Fu Xingzhi entered the ward carrying food.

Nan Sheng lay silently on his side on the bed, with his back to the door, staring blankly at the blue sky outside the window.

Fu Xingzhi came to the bedside, frowning, looking at his wife's pale side face helplessly and distressedly.

The way she looked devastated was so distressing.

"A Sheng, would you like to eat something? You haven't eaten for three days, if you continue like this..." He coaxed softly, almost begging her, "Your body won't be able to take it anymore."

Nan Sheng remained motionless, turning a deaf ear, as if he did not exist.

Fu Xingzhi's heart twitched violently.

She still ignored him!

Ever since she woke up out of breath and vomiting blood, she never spoke a word to him.

No matter how he coaxes, admits his mistakes, or begs for mercy, she doesn't seem to hear him.

No response at all!

"This..." Fu Xingzhi took out something from his coat pocket, and said in a heavy tone, "I found it in the fire."

It is an amulet worn on Heng Heng's wrist.

The amulet is a red bead made of special material, very hard.

Even though the fire burned all night, the beads were not melted by the flames.

The moment the amulet flashed before Nan Sheng's eyes, she, who was like an ice sculpture, snatched the beads away.

She sat up immediately, staring at the amulet tightly, and the tears that she thought were exhausted burst out again in an instant.

Bean-sized teardrops, one after another, fell hard on the amulet.

Then she held the amulet in her palm, pressed her fist on her heart, and burst into tears.

This is the only thought Heng Heng left for her.

"A Sheng..." Fu Xingzhi couldn't help but blushed.

Nan Sheng lay back on the bed.

Her fist was still tightly pressed against her chest, she curled up into a shrimp shape, and cried silently and sadly under the quilt.

Fu Xingzhi coaxed her almost in a low voice, "Please, can I have something to eat?"

She turned a deaf ear, still immersed in grief.

"Wife, don't do this, Hengheng's spirit in the sky will not want to see you torture yourself like this—"

"You don't deserve to be promoted!"

Nan Sheng finally spoke, his voice was as cold as coming from hell.

Fu Xingzhi frowned, and looked at her disapprovingly, "He's gone, but our life has to go on..."

"No 'us'!!"

"A Sheng, I know you hate me, but Hengheng is also my son, and I love him very much—"

"To shut up!!"

She shouted angrily, stood up abruptly and stared at him fiercely, "You don't deserve to be promoted! He belongs to me! I own it alone!!"