: Luoshui is not muddy, Xinxiang Anlaiyue (70)

After Chuluo had bought pastry, An Xinyue had already gone home when she returned.
Chu Luomu parked his car and saw Gu Xicheng when he was going back.
Gu Xicheng's eyes fell on Chu Luo's muddy hands, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Chu Luo paused for a moment, his eyes fell on him, and then he stretched out his hands and held his shoulders. "Gu Xicheng, although you were a father earlier than me, I really have to tell you a little, you are a father It ’s really not as deep as mine. "
Gu Xicheng gave Chu Luo a cool look, then didn't speak.
"Do you know that you are waiting for that small embryo to split every day and become bigger every day? You definitely don't know, when you see that small embryo, he will call him Dad." Chu Luogui continued to speak.
Gu Xicheng paused, and his chest ached.
Chu Luomu stretched out his hand and let go of him, and said lightly: "When beanbags get up in the middle of the night and throw up, in order not to disturb their parents, they always go outside to vomit, and they will face everyone with a smile and sorrow. For three months, when I went home, I watched her run out in the middle of the night with my own eyes. It was January. She squatted far away alone, afraid of being found. At that time, I thought, waiting for you to come back. , I must have a good fight with you, you owe my sister, you are not clear in your life. "
Gu Xicheng didn't say anything, but tightened his hands, almost embedded in his palms.
"No one mentioned this question to you because the bean bag was still talking to you when it was the most painful. She said you were busy, and she said that you could not help yourself." Chu Luoxi said coldly, then turned directly Left here.
Gu Xicheng was still standing in the cold wind, thinking about the woman in his home who was smirking at him all the time.
The position of the heart was torn open again, and it hurt hotly.
The people of the Chu family were actually complaining to him, but because Chu Luo loved him, everyone didn't speak.
Now that An Xinyue is pregnant, Chu Luoci knows the specific taste of worrying about his wife, and knows his wife's pain, so he can't hold back and spills out these anger.
He was not irritable, not angry, but quietly reminded him of a truth.
But this attitude is the most painful.
Chu Luo, he did it.
Chuluo came back carrying the cake, An Xinyue just came out of the bathroom, her face was pale as paper, and even her hair was scattered, and now she was a little embarrassed.
Chu Luoxi hurriedly put down the pastry box in her hand, and helped her sit down on the sofa. "Why is it so serious?"
An Xinyue leaned weakly in his arms, because her eyes were red because of vomiting.
"Husband, do you think I will spit him out?" An Xinyue looked up, her voice still aggrieved.
"What are you talking about?" Chuluo said, reaching over the water on the table, tried it, and then supported An Xinyue to lie down on the sofa. He got up and went to the kitchen and poured hot water. .
"I'll ask you to take time off and rest at home for two days." Chuluo said, sitting down and holding her in her arms, feeding her with a mouthful of water.
"I haven't finished my plan yet." An Xinyue took a sip and leaned against Chu Luo's muddy muffled mouth.
Perhaps because Chu Luo was muddy, she automatically aggravated her grievances.