Chapter 1981

In the narrow elevator, two people stand shoulder to shoulder. Because of embarrassment, ye Fei has been staring at the beating numbers, but Su Mo Han beside her sniffs the faint fragrance of milk in the air and turns her head to look at her uncontrollably.

Looking down her jade neck, Xuanxuan was lying on one side of her shoulder, but on the other side, she could still see her fuller upper wall, which made him blush silently.

Su Mo Han raised his hand and untied the buttons of his two overcoats. His throat knot rolled for a while, which was inexplicably hot and dry.

Damn it!

What the hell is he thinking!

Two minutes later, ye Fei opened the door, looked at Su Mo Han beside her and said, "you can sit anywhere. I don't want to greet you."

After that, ye Fei took Xuanxuan into the bedroom, put her in the cot and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

At the moment, Su Mohan sat on the broken flower sofa and looked at the cottage he had not been to.

The room is not big, the decoration is also somewhat old, the air is filled with light milk fragrance, children's clothes and diapers piled full, all kinds of toys scattered on the sofa, it seems that there is no time to tidy up.

There are also some basic magazines recently published by Boyu on the tea table. When you open it gently, there are some sketched marks and annotations on it. It can be seen that she is studying Boyu's style and trend.

Even messy, but it seems that because of her existence, everywhere exudes a sense of warmth.

He didn't get up and walk around. He had been sitting on the sofa waiting patiently. But before long, Xuanxuan in the bedroom began to babble. After a few times, there was a cry of grievance.

"Xuanxuan, wait a minute, Ma Ma will come after changing her clothes..." Ye Fei changes her clothes in a hurry and doesn't forget to comfort her.

Listening to her aggrieved cry, Su Mohan finally couldn't sit still. He got up and walked into the bedroom and gently picked her up from the small bed. His movements were not unfamiliar and gently swayed repeatedly.

After a while, the cry gradually stopped, Su Mo Han held the child in his arms and wandered around the bedroom. His eyes first fell on the photo at the head of the bed.

Hanwen and Xiaotian smile brilliantly in the photo, but it makes people feel that their eyes are sour.

In fact, he knew better than anyone that even if the two children had the talent, it would be very difficult for them to survive.

Even so, he will not give up. As long as he does not find the body of the child for one day, he will continue to look for another day. Even if all his family property is exhausted, he must live to see people and die to see the corpse!

However, as a man, he also knows better that he must cheer up, he must take ye Fei out of the shadow, he must become the support of the woman he loves, and he must shoulder the happiness of Xuanxuan in the future.

How can we talk about the pain of losing a son?

However, life will not be stagnant because of this. No matter what you have experienced, what you can do is to live well in the present, to love the people who are still there, and to live a good life. This is the best way to explain to those who leave.

Looking away from the child's picture, Su Mo Han looks at the small bedroom again. The bed is not big. However, it should not be a problem if he and ye Fei lie on the bed. At most, they are a little crowded.

There are few clothes in the wardrobe, so it seems just right to put your own in.

Turning his head, his eyes fell on the tea table, on which stood a picture of himself and her. The photo was taken a few years ago. From now on, the two people in that meeting were really green and astringent.

The frame was wiped clean and she should have seen it often.