Lin Yiyi and Gu Jingting reached a preliminary consensus. A woman in her early thirties came in respectfully. She was dressed in decent clothes and looked clean. She called herself a professional Yuesao, surnamed Zhang.
Lin also understands that it's not realistic for a man to take care of a full moon baby alone. It really takes a month's sister-in-law. However, it's said that Yuesao's salary is very high. The man has no money and the expenses are all borne by her alone. Lin can think of it as a bit of a pain.
She subconsciously glared at Gu Jingting, but Gu Jingting was stared at for some reason.
"I'm so happy that I'm white and fat. Let me hold him." Sister Zhang went to the bedside, smiling and holding out her hands.
Lin Yi subconsciously hugs his son, and his eyes turn red. She couldn't bear it. Suddenly she regretted it.
The atmosphere in the room was momentarily silent.
Gu Jingting's resolute thin lips gently pursed and looked at her thoughtfully. "It's not life or death. You have the right to visit."
"Baby, he doesn't have a name yet." Lin can also say in a weak voice, chuchuchupathetic look.
"Take one." Gu Jingting said.
"I didn't think about it." Lin Yi's brain is in a mess.
"Now." Gu Jingting waited patiently.
Lin Yi is also light frowning, very serious thought after a while, say, "call sail good?"
All mothers want their children's lives to be smooth.
"Yes." Gu Jingting nodded, without any comments.
Later, Sister Zhang took the sail away from her arms.
Lin also followed a long way with the help of Wu Ma.
It was raining outside the hospital and her eyes were wet.
"Why didn't the young lady leave the child since she couldn't bear it?" Wu Ma asked her.
Lin also shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I can't take him back to Lin's house."
"Since my wife's divorce, it's not like home. It's better if we don't go back." Wu Ma said with a sigh.
Lin Yi's wet eyes are a little bit tough and cold, and his hands hanging on both sides of his body are slowly clenched into fists, "I want to go back and take back everything that belongs to me."
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On the day when Lin was discharged from the hospital and returned home, the sky was overcast and dark clouds seemed to be pressing on his head.
The car slowly drove into the manor and stopped in front of a simple villa.
The outer wall of the villa is covered with green Parthenocissus, and the yard is planted with a large number of pink and purple roses, which were planted by her mother herself. Now her mother is gone, leaving a lonely garden, which is desolate.
The sky has a fine rain, rain falls on the petals, as if the flowers are crying.
Lin can also drag a heavy suitcase, step by step, stepping on the bluestone Road, to the villa.
It's ironic that Lin Jianshan and other women lived in the villa, which was her mother's dowry in those days.
Her father, Lin Jianshan, was originally a small civil servant, and later married a rich businessman, her mother, Qin Fei. With the financial support of the Qin family, Lin Jianshan has a good career. Now he is the vice mayor of city a, in charge of Finance and taxation.
Lin can also walk into the villa alone, no one to meet her, no one to welcome her, as expected.
In the living room, Lin Jianshan and Lu Yuxin's mother and daughter are sitting on the luxurious leather sofa. The family of three are talking and laughing, which looks very warm.
Lin Yi's intrusion broke the warm atmosphere. She had just been drenched with rain, and her hair was dripping with water. She looked a bit embarrassed, which seemed to be out of place with the family. She's already an outsider.
"I can come back." Lu Huixin is the first one to stand up and say hello warmly.
She's well maintained. At forty-five, she looks less than forty.
"Aunt Lu." Lin Yi's voice is very weak.
She thought of the first time her father took her mother and daughter to the door.
"Xiaoke, this is aunt Lu. She is my father's friend. She stayed in our house for a while with her two little sisters. " At that time, Lin Jianshan said to her like this.
This temporary residence actually lasted for ten years.