Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Sure enough, Zhuang Lanshan's next words were.

"Qiao Qiao, mom has no other intentions, and it's not that she doesn't think it's bad, but to be honest, whether you can have children is a very important prerequisite in the eyes of many people when talking about marriage. condition."

Zhuang Lanshan reached out to cover the back of her hand, as if trying to comfort her with this movement.

"This is a very real problem. If you divorce Huo Yan, you will become a second marriage. You will not be able to have children, and you will have a baby. It will be really difficult for you to get married again in the future."

Zhuang Lanshan said: "Isn't the most important thing in a woman's life to find someone to rely on?"

Lafayette said earnestly: "Parents will grow old, and children will leave when they grow up. The only one who can accompany you for the rest of your life is your lover. If you divorce Huo Yan, what will you do in the future? "

Lu Qiao lowered his head and remained silent.

Sometimes, it is not the outsiders who hurt you the most, but the people closest to you.

In the name of love, it is the cruelest injury.

But after that, you can't cry out that it hurts.

Lu Qiao tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, and now there were layers of folds on the flat quilt, like a crumpled heart curled up in pain.

She looked up at Zhuang Lanshan, and said in a warm and gentle voice, "So, what you mean is that I feel that I am infertile, married second, and have another child. I've lost value, and I'm not worthy of love in the future, right?"

Zhuang Lanshan denied it flatly, "No, I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

Lu Qiao closed his eyes tiredly, leaned against the wall lightly, turned his head away, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, it seems that the whole world is beginning to wake up, but in the corners of the hospital garden, in the corners that have not been visited by spring, there is still the bleakness of winter.

A single dead tree, without a single green leaf, stands alone, out of tune with everything around it.

Lu Qiao thought, maybe she was also born with a different kind, or she was in a dark corner, never been favored by spring, she was out of place, and it was right to live in isolation.

Zhuang Lanshan couldn't believe that Lu Qiao would speak to her in such a tone, she said, "Qiao Qiao, I care about you."

I care about you, so how can you talk to me in such a tone?
"Perhaps, but the way you care, I beg to differ."

She believed that Zhuang Lanshan loved her, but she also knew that she took some old ideas too seriously, even more than her own children.

This is not the first time that Zhuang Lanshan has used the shackles of this old concept to try to lock her up.

As early as when she married Huo Yan, when the old man wanted them to divorce, Zhuang Lanshan tried her best to stop them because of these old ideas.

He even said such things as the price drop of a second marriage.

Now that she can say such words, Lu Qiao is not surprised at all.

"Mom, sometimes I really don't know, in your mind, whether the gossip of those strangers outside is more important, or your child is more important."

A heart soaked in vinegar water is sore and swollen and uncomfortable.

"I'm not a commodity for sale, why can't you, from my point of view, consider for me?" Lu Qiao didn't understand this, "Why every time this kind of problem arises, you first Is it always a question of face?"