CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: Mother and son

In the end, she won, he lost.

And all the furniture in her house, including her son's toys.

Because it is a fine decoration, you can directly carry the bag to live, of course, the price is also very let Miao Xiaobei meat pain.

But to make their sons comfortable, to give them a home, it's worth every penny.

Move Home, after a week, murongling big night drink lingdingtai drunk to find the door.

He was as dead and discomfited as she had ever seen.

She still hard-hearted, will he dragged in from outside the door, wasted nine cattle force, just will he moved to the SOFA.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

"What! " Miao Xiaobei listened to him as if to say something.

But he couldn't hear clearly, so he crouched down, his ears bent forward.

"sorry... sorry... "

She must have heard the words. Who's he sorry for.

But she didn't care. The bedroom put a blanket over him and turned off the light before entering the bedroom.

Early in the morning.

Murongling fell off the SOFA, forehead touched the coffee table above, the pain of the awake.

Looking at the dark room, I had no idea where I was.

Thinking of the last place I thought of, I stagger to my feet and head for the bedroom.

When passing the corridor, a little light shines on the wall.

It's full of mother and son photos.

He touched it with a quivering finger.

He learned the truth a few days ago.

In fact, he likes him.

Just believe the Miaobanwan lies, just lost his heart.

I couldn't face her at all, thinking of all the horrible things I had done.

After a few days, I couldn't help myself, and I got drunk.

He remembers sleeping at her door and waking up in her house.

Does that mean she's still in love with him.

"What are you doing. "

Miao small north listen to pour is a sound, woke up, quietly put on shoes to go to the bedroom door, listen to the footsteps sound this just open the door.

Look at him in the hallway, all defensive in his eyes.

Murongling did not think of her back to wake up, eyes glazed over a second.

But then he took one look at her, turned around and went to the living room, quietly picked up the blanket and lay down on the sofa to sleep.

Miao Xiaobei feel a black line fly from the forehead, came to the living room, turn on the light.

Watching his sleep, grinding his teeth, bear did not wake him up, this point, she was afraid of waking the baby.

"I hope you leave tomorrow morning before I wake up, " she said, turning off the light and going into the bedroom.

In the dark, murongling opened his eyes, looked at the white light above, suddenly fell into deep thought.

After living here, it's one thing to let him in the next time you come here. You can't leave.

As he sat up, Menglan thought of an idea. He moved quietly to the balcony, opened the window, and, still wearing his wet shirt, stood outside for nearly three hours before going back, shivering with cold, hoping that tomorrow would not be fruitless.

And in the corner of the corridor, a small figure looked at his childish practice, shook his head back to the bedroom.

The next day.

Miao Xiaobei woke up, thinking he should consciously left, who knows, he is still lying on the sofa.

"murongling, get up. "

She went up and tugged at his arm and tugged at it, feeling the temperature a little..

Look at his face again, reaching out and poking at his forehead, so hot.

She felt so..

"Mom, what's wrong with uncle? " The little one came over in his pajamas and rubbed his eyes.

"A fever, my mother will call an ambulance to take him to the hospital, baby breakfast want to eat what your mother to do. "

She squatted him into the bedroom, holding a cell phone ready to call the hospital, but was stopped by his son.

"Mom, he's Dad, isn't he? " He asked.

Miao Xiaobei hesitated a few seconds, nodded his head, do not know what he wants to say.

"It's my mother's duty to take care of my father. Why do I have to go to the hospital? " He asked, pouting piteously. "If darling gets sick, will my mother send me to the hospital? ".

"No, mom would never leave you, " she said.

"Then why did mom leave dad? "

Miao Xiaobei suddenly speechless, do not know how to explain all this to her.

Looking at his eyes, silent into a compromise, put down the phone, carrying a medicine box to the living room.

Then dragged him back to the bedroom, gave him a change of his pajamas, fed drugs, tired her almost collapsed.

Half an hour, just finished, ready to wash the baby son to make breakfast.

In the bedroom, the little one sat on the edge of the bed with a stool in his hand.

Looking at him and their similar facial features, think of his last night's practice, really began to suspect.

Is His iq really online?

Such a stupid way, it really is.