Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

After this accident, An Xia was extremely eager to keep the child.

But every word Jiang Qingyu said made sense. Some deficiencies can be made up with care and money. But some things are destined to be irreplaceable.

Such as feelings.

Her mother died early and her father was an unreliable playboy. An Xia knew very well the importance of a good family to a child's growth.

But if the child must be given birth, the original family is destined to be unhappy from the moment it is born.

An Xia lowered her eyes and gently stroked her belly with her hand.

I have many thoughts.

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Lu Beichuan was trying very hard to make up for his negligence. During the days that An Xia was in the hospital, he turned himself into a good husband and stayed by An Xia's bedside every day to take care of her carefully.

The baby seemed to feel his father's efforts, so he was very well behaved and stayed there bravely without causing any trouble to his mother.

An Xia had almost no pregnancy reactions, and everything was the same as for a normal person.

Lu Beichuan served her medicinal soup every day, and in just one week, An Xia's thin cheeks gradually became plumper. Her face was no longer so pale, and she looked more healthy.

Seeing that she was getting better, Lu Beichuan should have been happy, but An Xia's face only became rosy, but her spirit was getting worse day by day.

She had been lying in bed. Except for chatting with her for a few more words when Jiang Qingyu came, she just sat there quietly all the time, not saying a word or looking at anyone.

Unilaterally cut off communication with everyone except Jiang Qingyu.

Seeing her becoming more and more depressed day by day, Lu Beichuan felt particularly uncomfortable and even had some bad premonitions.

But I can't tell exactly what's wrong.

A week later, Zhao Mei, chief physician of obstetrics and gynecology, came to examine An Xia.

"You can walk around now. But you still need to pay attention to the time and frequency. You still need to stay in bed and rest."

An Xia nodded with relief.

Lu Beichuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, things are moving in a better direction.

After Zhao Mei left, Lu Beichuan picked up an apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table and peeled it, while asking An Xia, "I'll ask Xiao Ming to bring a wheelchair over later, and we'll go to the garden downstairs together. It just so happens that the weather is good these two days, not too hot, and not too windy."

An Xia looked out the window and still ignored him.

After the divorce was not discussed and concluded, An Xia stopped paying attention to him.

Except for the time when Lu Beichuan came to bring soup and food every day, An Xia treated him as air.

Can't see or hear.

Lu Beichuan was very angry, but he couldn't do anything to her.

I didn't dare argue with her at this time, for fear that she would have a miscarriage.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Fortunately, Lu Beichuan was already used to her attitude, so he made the decision unilaterally.

Xiao Ming brought a wheelchair, and Lu Beichuan found a blanket and prepared it before deciding to pick up An Xia and put her in the wheelchair.

When the familiar scent of the man approached, some other emotions were aroused on An Xia's indifferent face for the first time in a long time.

She held up her hand in disgust.

"I'll go by myself."

After a week, I finally heard her voice talking to me.

Although he was resisting and objecting, Lu Beichuan was still spinelessly happy.

"No, you're still weak. What if you lose your balance and fall on our daughter?"

Lu Beichuan made up a random remark, and An Xia was stunned. She actually started to think about this issue.

After she was stunned for a short while, Lu Beichuan reached out and picked her up, and before she could react, he had already carried her to the wheelchair and sat her down.

Then he picked up the blanket and carefully covered Anxia with it, filling every gap where air could leak out.

"Don't catch a cold."

After saying that, Lu Beichuan went to the closet and took out a woolen hat and scarf to wrap An Xia up.

With three layers inside and three layers outside, An Xia was wrapped like a Michelin tire.

When it became difficult to move her hands and feet, An Xia pulled her lips speechlessly.

In fact, she didn't have to go to the garden downstairs.

"Let's go."

Lu Beichuan admired his "work" with great satisfaction and pushed An Xia downstairs.

The weather is nice today and there are many people in the garden.

Afraid that someone might accidentally bump into or hurt An Xia, Lu Beichuan avoided the crowd and found a very secluded corner.

He squatted in front of An Xia, his gentle face showing a bit of flattery that didn't belong to him at all: "How is it? Are you feeling better after seeing the scenery outside?"

An Xia turned her head to look at the flower bed next to her and stopped talking.

Lu Beichuan was not angry. He stood up and walked to the other side.

As the footsteps on the snow gradually moved away, An Xia's tense body slowly relaxed, and her light-colored eyes gradually softened.

The flower beds were bare except for piles of snow.

There is nothing to see in a garden in winter. It is just that the occasional sun can warm people's hearts.

And she was pushed by Lu Beichuan to a corner where there was no sunlight.

Thinking about how he put so much effort into making a mess of things, An Xia found it a little funny, but also quite speechless.

He's been doing this lately, doing thankless tasks.

But he didn't understand that no matter how much right energy he put in at the wrong time, he would not get the result he wanted.

Just think about how she had tried so hard to be a perfect wife over the past three years, but what she got in return was endless hurt and bullying.

Before they knew it, their already shallow bond had already disappeared.

An Xia lowered her eyes, hiding her complicated emotions.

Lu Beichuan came back walking on the snow, holding a few bright red wintersweets in his hands. They were breathtakingly beautiful against the plain scenery.

The moment An Xia saw it, she almost couldn't hold back her joy and admiration.

Lu Beichuan separated two and stuffed them into An Xia's arms.

"Your favorite as a kid."

An Xia didn't answer.

The main reason was that both of his hands were wrapped in a blanket by Lu Beichuan, so he couldn't take it.

However, she still ignored Lu Beichuan's proactive flirting.

She should have done this a long time ago.

Perhaps if it had been earlier, the child would not have experienced the unexpected threat of miscarriage.

Lu Beichuan was not embarrassed. He squatted down, picked the remaining plum bud in his hand and placed it against An Xia's belly.

"Baby, this is your mother's favorite flower when she was little. It's called plum blossom. It blooms alone in the frost. Your mother said she likes the plum blossom's spirit of fighting bravely and not fearing difficulties."

This has been Lu Beichuan’s regular program during this period.

prenatal education.

The baby in his belly was less than two months old and had just started to develop hands and feet, but he had already started prenatal education.

An Xia couldn't understand why Lu Beichuan looked like a caring father.

People who don’t know would think that he really loves this child.

If An Xia had not heard with her own ears his disgust for children, perhaps she would have been deceived by the good father persona he pretended to create.