Wrong Marriage - Chapter 222

Who says my child doesn’t have a father

In the following years, I run my clothing store, and my relationship with Mu Yifan is gradually warming up.

This kind of day, plain but full, gradually, my stomach I more and more obvious, whenever late at night, I always involuntarily stroked my stomach, the mind over and over again replayed a face I do not want to think of.

What’s more, he is indispensable in every dream of mine.

Every dream is black, but his fuzzy face is so clear.

The first thing in the morning is to pat your head, trying to take the dream away from your mind, but it’s always in vain.

Fortunately, every time I wake up, there will be mu Yifan by my side.

He would always pull my wrist when I beat my head heartily, then look at me with a gentle smile and say, “happy face, don’t do this, it will hurt more.”

He also asked me why I was like this. I could only tell him that I didn’t know what was going on. Every morning I woke up with a headache.

He also planned to take me to the hospital for examination, I always understated the refusal, said no.

So now he also gave up, just pulled my hand, and then the other hand gently rubbed my temple for me.

“You lie down a little longer and I’ll make breakfast.” Finish saying to already half sit up of I press down, oneself get up.

At this time, I lie down with peace of mind and listen to him.

Mu Yifan is a good cook. No matter what the pattern is, he can make it.

Especially in my present special situation, I always can’t help being picky about food. However, when I meet Mu Yifan with all my pickiness, everything can be easily solved, and he also changes his tricks in order to make me not tired. He always makes me satisfied, even if I don’t want to eat any more.

Sometimes when I have severe vomiting, he will always accompany me, hand me water at any time, and help me deal with the filth.

In the end, he ordered me to close the shop temporarily and stay at home to have a baby. I couldn’t help but agree.

I don’t know if it’s because of Mu Yifan that I can do less, become idle or what, time flies.

Well, it’s time for me to give birth.

Mu Yifan arranged me to the hospital, and then accompanied me all day and all night.

It took him a long time on the day of delivery, and then he finally sent me to the delivery room.

Body pain as if to tear open, I tightly bite the towel in my mouth, big drops of sweat from my face, the nurse kept in my ear refueling.

When I was about to faint from the pain, what flashed through my mind was the face of the person I didn’t want to face.

With the disappearance of strength little by little, finally a loud cry fuzzy into my ears.

I tried my last bit to smile and close my eyes.

When I woke up again, I was assigned to the general ward.

“Are you awake?” Mu Yifan’s gentle voice sounded in my ears as always. I turned my head to him, opened my mouth and said, “where’s the child?”

Mu Yifan raised his chin with a smile and motioned me to look aside.

I said, his eyes look, next to a small cradle.

I waved to Mu Yifan and said, “help me up.”

Mu Yifan quickly stood up, gently helped me up and put a pillow behind me.

“I want to hold him.”

Mu Yifan nodded with a smile and went to hold a small group to me.

It was as light as a blanket. I gently lifted the blanket, and a face as big as a palm appeared in my sight.

“It’s a kid.” Mu Yifan said the question I was going to ask.

Son? A touch of sweet happiness rose in my heart.

Mu Yifan hugged him and put him back in the cradle.

“Here, have something to eat.” Mu Yifan handed over a piece of cake.

I shook my head and said, “no, I want some water.”

Mu Yifan hesitated for a moment, but he took back the cake and helped me pour a glass of water.

“What are you going to name him?” He handed me the water, picked up the orange at hand and began to peel it, as if he asked me inadvertently.

I Leng for a while, lowered his head to drink a drink, carelessly said, “called read it.”

Mu Yifan gave me an orange hand pause, and then put a piece of orange on my mouth.

I opened my mouth to eat the oranges and looked at Mu Yifan. His face seemed to be a bit unwilling.

But in the end, he forced a smile and said to me, “well, it’s good.”

I bowed my head and pretended not to see his expression. I echoed him.

Only on this day did he seem to speak less. After that, there was no such situation. He still took care of me as usual, plus recitation.

Whenever I see Niannian fall asleep in his arms, I always have a good feeling of quiet years.

Mu Yifan always treats Niannian as if he were his own.

However, I always dare not say anything, so, it is wronged him, but I do not know how to refuse his good, it seems that there are still some nostalgia for his good to me.

Maybe, I am a villain in my heart.

Time is in a hurry, two years passed in a blink of an eye, Niannian also grew up quietly, and his eyebrows and eyes are more and more similar to his appearance.

Mu Yifan and I both have a tacit understanding, and no one will explain it. However, for Niannian, Mu Yifan does not show the feeling that he is not willing to take him.

Maybe Mu Yifan is very kind to Niannian. Niannian always asks me why

What? He’s not Dad.

Well, for such a long time, I still haven’t asked Niannian to call Mu Yifan’s father. I always feel that Mu Yifan should not be implicated by me all his life. At least the involvement that doesn’t belong to him can’t be imposed on him. Mu Yifan sometimes intentionally or unintentionally wants to tell me about it. I always neglect it. In fact, I’d better run away. After all, this is an unbearable part of my past, which has nothing to do with him.

Niannian is very clever. He can remember everything he says.

My shop is becoming more and more prosperous now, which makes me more busy. I don’t want to trouble Mu Yifan too much. After thinking about it again and again, I decided to send Niannian to the full-time kindergarten.

Mu Yifan refused at the beginning. He repeatedly stressed that Niannian is still young. Let’s wait another year.

Maybe it’s me, or maybe he saw that I’m too weak,

We have to compromise.

He went to many places before deciding which kindergarten to send Niannian to.

That kindergarten is not far away from where I live. I can pick up Niannian every day after closing the store, which saves me a lot of time.

However, recently, I found that Niannian seems to lose more and more vitality. When I send him to kindergarten every morning, he no longer looks like the kind of expectation he just started. On the contrary, he seems to be a little resistant. However, he doesn’t say anything. Although he looks unhappy, he still obediently follows me to kindergarten.

Maybe I’m really too busy. I didn’t notice these changes in my mind. I just think that he may have gone to the kindergarten, and it’s nothing.

It wasn’t until one day that I found something that hurt my heart.

On this day, there were few customers in the shop. I thought about it and decided to go early

Close the door, go to buy some meat and vegetables, and make a big meal for Niannian today.

After closing the door, I looked at the time. It was still a while before school, so I went to the supermarket to buy a la carte.

When I got to the kindergarten, I was a little later than usual, but many children had been taken away by their parents, only a few children were waiting for their parents.

I stretched my neck to search for Niannian’s figure, and finally found Niannian at a corner. However, there seemed to be a lot of children around him.

I didn’t know what they were doing, so I quickly walked over.

A few steps away from them, I heard an older boy say to Niannian, “bah, a child without a father, what a tragedy.”

My heart sank and my breath became heavy.

Niannian bowed his head deeply and did not move, leaving the children alone

Point at him.

I rushed up immediately, pushed the children away and held them in my arms.

Read Leng for a while, see is me, immediately wail.

“What are you doing, woman? Why are you pushing my son?” A woman’s shrill voice sounded behind me.

I am distressed to wipe the tears of recitation, and then stood up, staring at the woman in front of me, said, “what do your children say, ask yourself!”

“Mom, he didn’t have a dad!” Instead, the child pointed to Niannian and said again“ Do you hear me? My son is right. Why do you push him? ” The woman looked at me with a face.

I was just about to retort when another voice suddenly rang out around me, “who said I don’t have a father anymore?”