My Rabbit "Mr"

Nezha had a very long dream.

He dreamed that Ao Bing rescued him from the mire and pushed him down again.

He dreamed that Ao Bing treated him tenderly and then hurt him again.

Finally, he dreamed that Ao Bing was smiling and shot him.

"Ao Bing!" Nezha woke up from the dream, his clothes were already wet with sweat.

Ao Bing was standing in front of the window, when he heard his voice, he turned his head. "You feel better?"

Nezha looked at him and himself in confusion. "I'm not dead?"

"The bullet in the gun is our special anesthesia bomb. I never thought of killing Mr. X." Ao Bing walked up to Nezha. "Now that Mr. X has been arrested, you can rest assured."

Nezha lowered his head, his ears turned red. "And one more thing……"

"what?"

"Kid...kid."

Ao Bing did not expect that he would take the initiative to raise this matter.

Nezha seemed to have finally mustered up his courage, and looked up at him with a smile. "You don't have to be burdened, I will raise it myself, and others will not know that you are his father..."

"When you were in a coma, I had someone abort the child." Ao Bing turned his head away, unwilling to see his smiling face. "Feel sorry."

"What did you say...?" Nezha's smile froze on his face, and tears fell down uncontrollably.he growled. "Why?? Why did you do this to me??"

Ao Bing was silent for a while. "I don't want you to be an outlier."

Nezha punched Ao Bing like crazy. "Do you hate me that much? Does it mean that you don't hate me anymore after I die? Then why do you save me? Why do you give me hope again and again and destroy it with your own hands? Say it, Ao Bing...you say it... "He cried out of breath, and finally buried his whole face in Ao Bing's body, sobbing. "Is it true that anyone can have your child, but I can't..."

Ao Bing sighed, without any explanation.

Nezha cried enough in his arms, as if he had exhausted all his strength, his voice gradually became quieter, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Ao Bing carried Nezha to the bed, helped him make up the quilt, lowered his head and kissed his forehead comfortingly, and walked out the door.

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