He's super cute

There is an indescribable smell in the utility room. It is a musty, sour and fermented smell, which is soaked in the air and wraps around the tip of the nose cold and greasy, making people shiver.

Yu Xiaoque's chest seemed to be stuffed with a big ball of cotton, and she couldn't breathe, her stomach seemed to be twisted into a knot viciously, and she was twitching intermittently, almost rolling out.

Sweat crawled across his face like bugs, and his lips were chapped.

The sound of two people talking intimately came from outside the door, as if they were going out together, the man's voice was gentle, echoing the other cold voice gently.

Indescribable intimacy and harmony.

Enduring the pain, Yu Xiaoque struggled to wriggle her body and hit the closet door with her head. Every time she hit it, she would gasp heavily.

Sweat stung his eyes, and he leaned against the closet door, dizzily discerning the sounds outside.

It hurts so much, the darkness in front of Yu Xiaoque's eyes seems to be glowing with white light, his brain seems to be swollen several times, and the sky is spinning.

Don't go, save me.

His dry lips moved, don't leave me here alone.

"What's the sound?" Cheng Yu stopped, a little puzzled.

The sound was very soft, one after another, as if some blunt object was hitting wood.

"Maybe the window wasn't closed properly." Jiang Yan paused, then said with a smile, "It must be the wind."

Cheng Yu took two steps forward to distinguish carefully, "Is this the sound from the window?"

"We'll see when we come back later." Jiang Yan lowered his head, held his hand, and said softly, "You're too nervous."

"Ayan, I..." Cheng Yu clenched the man's hand, his cheeks flushed slightly, "I'm afraid Mr. Jiang will be dissatisfied..."

"Don't worry." Jiang Yan comforted him softly, leading the man forward, "I'm here."

"Um……"

The noise in the utility room grew louder, almost like desperately.

Cheng Yu lowered her head in embarrassment, immersed in sweetness and shyness.

A gust of wind blew through the window and lifted the hair on the man's forehead. Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, and his narrow phoenix eyes glanced imperceptibly at the closed door of the grocery store.

There was a vague roar in Yu Xiaoque's ears. He opened his empty eyes and couldn't hear anything clearly. He just mechanically banged on the cabinet door over and over again.

There was already a bruise on his forehead, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Sir...why don't you come?

Yu Xiaoque was already confused, she sniffed a little aggrieved, curled up and tried to squeeze her stomach to make herself feel better.

If you don't come, sir, you may not see me.

Yu Xiaoque burped a little and shook her head.

He will die after taking so many bitter medicines.

There was an unbearable pain in his stomach, and he had to curl up like a baby in the small closet.

He suddenly remembered the miscarriage a year ago.

It seemed to be more heart-piercing than this.

Little Canary tumbled down the stairs and collapsed on the ground, feeling dizzy, pain everywhere in his body, bones all over his body seemed to be smashed, and a swarm of mosquitoes got into his head, buzzing continuously .

His body was hot and humid, he seemed to think of something, hissed softly, his hands were shaking, he gritted his teeth and slowly reached his lower body.

Yu Xiaoque's frail body twitched violently, he couldn't even feel the pain, his brain and hands were numb, and countless grief swept towards him, like a tide drowning him.

It was an almost hoarse cry, like a dying bird crying in the cold winter night, the cry was mournful, piercing one's nerves inch by inch.

He lay on the cold floor in summer, clutching his stomach, tremblingly begging for help to the culprit who pushed him down upstairs.

"Please, save my child, please..."

I don't want anything, please, don't take my baby.

The boy brought back by Jiang Yan at the stairwell just glanced at him coldly, shrugged his shoulders, as if it was just a prank, turned around and asked in a sweet voice, "Why is he so careless?"

"I was just joking with him."

"It's really useless."

In Yu Xiaoque's last memory, there is only an indifferent sentence, and the blood-red sunset seen from the side.

So beautiful.

Yu Xiaoque panted heavily, her whole heart gradually became silent, she slowly curled up in a pool of blood, caressing her belly, "I'm sorry..."

It's because Dad is too cowardly, I... didn't protect you well.

He was sent to the operating room for curettage, lying on the cold operating table, with his legs open, staring blankly at the light above his head, as if he felt a little dazzling, blinked his dry eyes, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes into his temples. Make a little noise.

The white light reflected the dripping water, making it look even more miserable, as if even the tears were about to bleed.

Jiang Yan never came to the hospital to see him from the beginning to the end.

After getting off the operating table, he hugged his stomach and straddled his legs, struggling to move while holding onto the wall.

Even his ears and nose were pale, and the pain in his lower body seemed to twist him in half. He took a small breath and squatted down against the wall.

There was no curvature in the stomach, and it was empty, as if nothing had ever existed.

The boy squatted in the corridor where people came and went, feeling insecure, with his head buried between his knees, biting his cuffs tightly, his thin shoulders trembling, and sobbing softly.

He was only in his early twenties then.

He didn't know that not far away, the man was leaning against the wall dejectedly, covering his face, his drooping hair covering his eyes, as if there was a glimmer of crystal.

Just like the ordinary man in this hospital, his back is no longer straight.

"Mister will be back soon." Zhang Ma let the soup dry to a similar temperature, lifted the spoon, put it on Yu Xiaoque's bloodless lips, and said with a sob, "Cry if you want, Zhang Ma is here."

Yu Xiaoque looked out the window without blinking, the evening sky was not dark, but a bright blue color, and the roses in the yard were dyed a thin layer of blush under the rays of the setting sun.

His brows and eyes were haggard, and the clothes on his body were a lot looser. The snow-white wrists that were inadvertently exposed seemed to be broken, and even the afterglow falling on his shoulders seemed to make him breathless.

Hearing the word sir, Yu Xiaoque moved her eyes.

gentlemen……

He looked down at the palm of his hand and seemed to be very focused.

"Will sir be sad?"

Yu Xiaoque's heart was clenched tightly, obviously she was the one who suffered, and she still had to worry about whether the man would be sad.

He didn't want his husband to be in the same pain as him. Little Canary covered her heart and murmured, "It really hurts..."

The pain was like tearing off a piece of hot flesh from under his body, trying to peel off his soul from his body.

"There is no parent who doesn't love their children." Seeing that he finally reacted, Zhang's mother gently stroked Yu Xiaoque's head, "Sir must be very sad too."

The sickly little beauty clenched her fists and told herself to cheer up, all she could do was to comfort the man and make her husband feel better.

But he didn't want to be hit by the man's head-covering words like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.

"Why are you so careless?" Jiang Yan stood in front of the bed, condescendingly looking down at the person under the quilt, "I can't even keep a child."

His tone revealed a long-standing indifference on the ice sheet, coldly accusing and not caring.

Yes, he didn't care, as if what was gone was just an unimportant thing, not his blood-related child.

The tense strings in Yu Xiaoque's mind suddenly snapped, all the previous expectations and worries all turned into bubbles at this moment and disappeared without a trace.

Yu Xiaoque never thought that Jiang Yan would not care about this child.

Mama Zhang's words echoed in his mind.

How can there be parents who don't love their children?

"Someone pushed me..." Yu Xiaoque grasped the quilt tightly and explained, "I fell because he pushed me."

"Really?" Jiang Yan took off his coat and turned his back, "Bai Fan said he was playing with you, but you accidentally lost your footing..."

"He lied!" Little Canary's voice suddenly became high-pitched, and he rarely spoke loudly, "He was the one who pushed me down!"

"Sir, you can watch the surveillance."

After he finished speaking, he stared closely at the man's back, as if waiting for the man to return his innocence and deal with the bad guys.

Jiang Yan paused, then said casually, "The Bai family is a relatively important partner, and nothing can affect the relationship between the two."

"Anyway, you are fine. We will have children again in the future."

"Be sensible."

Yu Xiaoque lowered his head without saying a word, and slowly stood up from the bed. For the first time, his eyes were almost straight with Jiang Yan. He swallowed, suppressed his instinctive fear of men, and tremblingly said, "That's ours. Baby" is our child.

"How... how can you say it as if..."

Yu Xiaoque looked at the person in front of her, but felt extremely strange.

"It's just a child who hasn't been born..." Jiang Yan seemed to feel that he was messing around, and frowned impatiently, "Take good care of your body, and there will be more, what are you doing?"

"It's just an unborn child..." Yu Xiaoque repeated with tears in his eyes, he was no longer a well-behaved one, but more like a hysterical lunatic, tearing his heart out, "There won't be any more, there won't be any more Got it!"

Jiang Yan was irritated by his noise, "Be honest, why are you crazy?"

Yu Xiaoque looked at Jiang Yan, and finally seemed to see something, stepped back a few steps, lowered her head and smiled, "So you really never regarded me as an equal person."

"You don't love me, and you don't love the baby..."

"You, why did you bring me back..." Yu Xiaoque slumped on the bed, powerless, "I thought, I thought..."

He couldn't speak clearly when he choked up in the end, he just kept crying with his eyes closed, crying until his lower abdomen started to hurt again and he wanted to cry.

He hated Bai Fan, Jiang Yan, everything, and even hated the storyteller on New Year's Eve.

I hate myself even more for not having the ability to seek justice for my children.

He naively thought that he had a home, and he happily drew many pictures of Mr. Vice and the baby. He took out the pictures hidden under the pillow, wiped away his tears, and viciously tore off the man's part, and threw it on the ground.

"My baby and I don't want you anymore."