Long-term love becomes sick, ex-husband is too involved in the drama

Until she saw the old scars on Xiaochen's back.

It can be vaguely distinguished that some were pinched, some were scalded, and some were beaten. Although the traces were very faint, they left a mark after all.

Mu Shihuan stopped breathing.

Suddenly she seemed to understand why Xiaochen resisted helping him take a bath.

She wanted to speak, but the tears came out before the sound was fruitless.

drop by drop.

"Mom, don't cry," Xiaochen wiped her tears and shook his head firmly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Mo Shihuan's eyes were clouded with tears.

"What's going on?" After a long while, she managed to make a sound.

I belatedly realized that Li Jingyan only said that he was the minister he found in Hong Kong City, but he didn't say anything about it. A lot of bad pictures popped up in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

Xiaochen pursed his lower lips and said in a low voice, "I was beaten where I used to live."

Just one simple sentence, I won't say anything else.

really.

Mu Shihuan only felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest.

She couldn't help but hugged him tightly, very tightly: "I'm sorry, I won't do it in the future, mom will protect you, okay?"

Xiaochen hugged her back with his thin arms.

"Okay, Xiaochen has a mother, and mother will protect Xiaochen."

Mu Shihuan hugged him even tighter, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.

Xiao Chen kept in mind what his father said, he had to take care of his mother and not make her sad.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Mama help me take a bath, okay? I also want to have my mother help me take a bath, and my mother will hurt me."

Mo Shihuan let go of him, and saw the cautiousness and anticipation in his eyes.

But he is clearly his own child, so there is no need to be careful about these things.

So his former life...

"Okay," Mo Shihuan touched his face, nodded and said softly, "Whatever my request is, as long as my mother can do it, I will satisfy him, and my mother will love me very much."

Pain him, love him, and make up for him what he has been missing all these years.

She will try to be a good mother.

"Take a bath," holding back tears, fearing that bad emotions would infect him, she tried her best to smile, her tone became more gentle, "Mom will help you take a bath."

"Yeah!" Xiaochen smiled, his eyes were bright.

Seeing it in Mu Shihuan's eyes, the feeling of sadness was hard to suppress.

But she restrained and didn't show it again.

After testing the water temperature, she let Xiaochen into the bathtub, carefully applied body wash for him, washed his hair, rinsed his body clean, then dried him, and changed him into the pajamas of the suitcase.

After putting it on, she hugged Xiaochen.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that Xiaochen was very light. He should be six years old, but he looked like he was four or five years old, too thin.

Xiaochen seemed to know what she was thinking, and explained: "Dad took me to the hospital for a checkup, and also invited uncle a nutritionist to prepare delicious food for me every day. Grandma Xu also took good care of me. Mom, Xiaochen is fine. I will grow stronger and protect my parents in the future."

So sensible.

Mu Shihuan only felt that his heart was soaked in acid water, so sour that it was indescribable.

"Well," she nodded, "Mom will also take care of Xiaochen, so that Xiaochen will gain weight quickly."

She put Xiaochen on the sofa.

"Mom will blow your hair."

"thanks Mom."

Mu Shihuan took the hair dryer and gently dried his hair.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of the hair dryer.

She looked at Xiaochen's obedient and obedient side face, and his sitting upright posture, and suddenly realized that Xiaochen was really too sensible.

After drying his hair full of thoughts, she carried him to the bed again, let him lie down and covered him with the quilt.

"Mom," Xiao Chen looked at her expectantly, "Is Xiao Chen going to sleep with Mom tonight?"

Mu Shihuan held back his sour emotions, nodded, and coaxed unconsciously: "Yes, I don't want to, Xiaochen?"

The minister shook his head.

"Thinking about it," he added, although his voice was very low, but there was hope in every word, "I used to be alone, and I wanted to sleep with my mother once."

Mu Shihuan felt that the more she heard, the more uncomfortable she became.

"Mom will accompany you." She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

"Mother."

"Ok?"

Xiao Chen blinked and asked, "I want to say good night to Dad, can I call Dad? Dad said he will be on a business trip for a while. I want to know if Dad has boarded the plane."

"As long as Dad is at home, he will say goodnight to me." He looked at Mo Shihuan expectantly.

Mu Shihuan couldn't say no to it.

After all, he is Xiaochen's biological father.

Even if she and him never see each other again in this life, it can't prevent their father and son from contacting each other.

"Okay." She tried her best to keep her voice sound, got up and took the phone.

Before handing it to him, she subconsciously asked, "Your father's phone number..."

Xiaochen's eyes were bright, obviously very happy: "Mom, I remember!"

Hearing this, Mo Shihuan didn't say anything else, the phone was unlocked, and she handed it to him.

Xiaochen took it happily and skillfully pressed a series of numbers.

Soon.

"Dad!" he yelled over the phone.

Mu Shihuan had already got up and walked a few steps not far away, but he could still hear clearly, especially the joy in Xiaochen's tone.

"Father, are you going to get on the plane?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Not yet," said Li Jingyan on the other end of the phone with a gentle voice, "Have you gone home with your mother?"

There was also a smile in Xiaochen's eyes, he and Li Jingyan talked more: "Well, I'm home, my mother helped me take a bath, and also gave me a hair-dryer, I will sleep with my mother tonight."

Li Jingyan listened patiently, but what Mu Shihuan looked like tonight appeared in his mind.

"Mom, she..."

Xiaochen waited and waited, but still did not wait for the next sentence, so he couldn't help asking: "Father..."

"It's okay," Li Jingyan lowered his eyes to end the topic, and only ordered as before, "Remember what Dad told you."

Xiaochen nodded heavily: "Okay Dad, Xiaochen remembers, Dad, you have to take care of yourself."

Knowing that Li Jingyan is very busy, he doesn't want to take up too much of his time.

"Good night Dad."

Li Jingyan pursed her thin lips slightly: "Good night, listen to mom, it's getting late, go to sleep..."

"Father." Xiaochen interrupted him suddenly.

"what happened?"

Xiaochen didn't answer, but raised his head to look at Mu Shihuan not far away: "Mom?"

When Mu Shihuan heard the voice, he recovered from his trance.

"Mom is here." She turned around.

Xiao Chen's eyes sparkled: "Mom, do you want to talk to Dad?"

Mu Shihuan was taken aback.

Li Jingyan on the other end of the phone was also stunned for two seconds.

He wanted to say no to Xiaochen, but the words reached his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Because, in fact, he was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to hearing her voice, looking forward to answering this call, and talking to her.

However, all he heard was silence.

It was only a few seconds, but it was inexplicably long.

"Mom?" Xiaochen called again.

Mo Shihuan's eyelashes trembled, her nails sank into her palm unconsciously, and she restrained herself and said, "Mom..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "Mom, Dad is about to board the plane, and he hung up the phone."

Mo Shihuan breathed a sigh of relief, her body seemed to be less tense.

She saw Xiaochen put away the phone.

After calming down, she walked over: "It's over?"

"Yeah." Xiao Chen nodded.

Mu Shihuan put away his phone and put the quilt aside, and covered him with the quilt: "Then go to bed, mom...can I tell you a story, or do you want to hear mom sing?"

Xiaochen was obviously very happy: "Is it okay?"

Mu Shihuan touched his face with his fingers: "Of course."

"I want to hear singing."

Seeing his smiling face, Mu Shihuan also laughed.

"Okay." She responded gently.

Quickly recalling the appropriate song in her mind, she sat down beside the bed, leaning against the pillow, gently hugged Xiaochen in her arms, and sang the song softly.

Xiaochen was a little restrained at first, but as time got longer, he gradually couldn't help but want to get closer to Mu Shihuan.

Even though the mother and son have been separated since birth, they still have feelings. The nature of mother and son, the previous separation will only make them closer. At this time, it is much better than when they first met.

After singing a song, Mu Shihuan bowed his head.

Xiaochen's eyes were still open, looking at himself.

Mu Shihuan couldn't help touching his face: "Can't sleep?"

The minister nodded and shook his head again.

"Mom," his voice was a little low, and he didn't dare to blink, "Actually, I'm afraid that I won't be able to see my mother when I wake up. I'm afraid it's just a dream."

He is insecure.

At such a young age, if he hadn't suffered too much in the past, how could he be like this?
Too sensible, and too insecure, but still have to hold on.

Mo Shihuan only felt sad for a while.

"No," she leaned over and kissed his forehead several times as if kissing was not enough, she hugged him, and comforted him in a soft voice, "it's not a dream, it's real, I'm meeting my mother , Mom is real, she won’t leave, Xiaochen will see mom when she wakes up, mom promises.”

The corner of Xiaochen's mouth twitched into a smile again: "Yeah!"

After a pause, he blinked his eyes and asked expectantly, "Mom, I still want to hear you sing."

Mu Shihuan also laughed, and his tone became more gentle: "Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"It will be all right."

Mu Shihuan tilted his head sideways, and thought for a while: "Then... well, mom will sing what I'm proficient in."

"I like to listen to whatever songs my mother sings."

Mu Shihuan's eyes widened with a smile.

She hugged him and sang another song tenderly.

There was a warm atmosphere, and both of them were smiling.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Shihuan noticed that Xiao Chen seemed to be asleep.

Bow your head, sure enough.

She couldn't help but raised her lips, lowered her head to kiss his forehead again, and stroked his hair.

"Good night," she whispered.

She kept her original posture without moving, and couldn't help but keep looking at Xiao Chen, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

How could she see enough, she thought.

After being separated for so many years, she never participated in his growth.

Unstoppable guilt, chest tightness, Mo Shihuan let out a long sigh of relief.

"Om" sound.

It is the phone vibrating, indicating that there is an incoming text message.

Inexplicably, Mu Shihuan's body froze slightly.

The string of numbers in the text message...