Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

The slightly dumb words fell into the night breeze, and there was no response.

Because the man locked her tightly in his arms, Qin Yiren couldn't see whether the person who was shackling her was Chu Xiannian, so he held his breath nervously and helplessly.

He hugged her so hard, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.

Other than that, he hasn't made any further aggressive actions for a long time, he doesn't look like a bad guy who wants to make money and quit sex.

Not understanding why the man's mood was so abnormal, Qin Yiren recalled the scene one night, tried to push him away stiffly, his soft voice sounded a bit timid: "Mr. Chu, are you drunk?"

Chu Xianian still didn't answer her question, and asked for a while, "...where have you been?"

"I……"

Qin Yiren hesitated to speak, hesitating how to explain, but also confused whether she should explain or not.

Chu Xinian looked down at the top of her hair, his eyes became more dim in the night, and continued in a low and hoarse voice: "Bao'er suddenly had a high fever four hours ago and was very ill, I can't contact you .”

"Boa?"

Qin Yiren was startled suddenly, struggling to raise her eyes to meet the man's, and asked in panic, "Now? How is Bao'er?"

The faint moonlight illuminates the courtyard, making her snow-white face transparent, and illuminating the existence of those band-aids.

Chu Xiannian's gaze paused on her face, and he raised his hand to touch it: "It's fine for now, what's wrong with your face?"

"I got scratched by a car and broke my phone."

Frowning to explain why she didn't receive a call from Chu Xiannian, Qin Yiren looked back at the dark villa, not intending to waste time going back.

Right now, Bao Jingxing needs to rest.

She went to visit Bao'er first, and came back to pack her luggage before tomorrow morning.

"Chu Xiannian, which hospital is Bao'er in?" Qin Yiren grabbed Chu Xianian's wrist with his backhand, looked at him anxiously, and said without thinking, "Take me to see Bao'er."

Chu Xianian looked at her thoughtfully, nodded slightly and led her away.

Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Qin Yiren's thoughts were all on Bao'er, and he asked anxiously, "Why did Bao'er suddenly get sick? What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that he might have been frightened or caught a cold accidentally."

With slender fingers resting on the steering wheel, Chu Xinian drove the car to the hospital where Bao'er was, and said with a heavy expression, "Bao'er has just reached the full moon, and her body is very fragile..."

"I see."

The hand on the knee was tightened, and Qin Yiren interrupted his words with a tense voice.

Not wanting to hear any bad words associated with Bao'er, she apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't receive your call."

Fortunately, Bao'er's condition was under control, otherwise...

Not daring to imagine the most terrible consequences, Qin Yiren closed her eyes, and murmured with self-blame and guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm not a competent mommy."

Because her childhood was dependent on others, her personal experience made her understand the meaning of mommy far better than her peers.

Regardless of whether Baoer is the daughter she planned or not, she wants to take good care of Baoer and prevent Baoer from having the same childhood and memories that she hates.

but……

She didn't do it, and even almost...

Not daring to think about it any further, Qin Yi felt flustered, and rubbed his sore eyes, the ends of which were stained with a fragile thin red.

There was a brief moment of silence in the car.

Until Chu Xinian sighed softly: "You don't have Yi Ren's memory now, so you can't be Bao'er's mother."

is that so……

Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Qin Yiren looked at Chu Xiannian with red eyes, and asked softly, "Have you found a second psychiatrist yet?"

It has been almost a week since the psychiatrist who made the last appointment left without saying goodbye.

She thought that Chu Xinian would immediately arrange for another psychiatrist to help her restore another memory of hers, but Chu Xianian didn't take the initiative to mention it.

As if guessing the question she hadn't said, Chu Xinian said flatly, "I can't find another psychiatrist."

"What's the meaning?"

"There are only a handful of psychiatrists in China who are capable of helping you recover your memory. I have already contacted all of them, but they refused my request for help."

Qin Yiren was startled, and asked hesitantly: "Since they are elites in the industry, is it normal for them to be busy?"

Chu Xiannian was noncommittal, and controlled the car to stop before the red light.

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Qin Yiren lightly, and he couldn't help raising his hand to touch her injured cheek.

"Those doctors are all professionals, and the cost of outpatient visits is calculated by the minute. There are very few patients who need and can afford the treatment price, and their work probably cannot be filled."

His touch brought a strange feeling, as if the slender fingertips were carrying a tingling electric current, which made her feel strange.

Qin Yiren felt ashamed, and tried not to escape, and said with a heavy heart: "You mean..."

Thinking of what Qin Er told her, she lowered her eyes complicatedly, "If Jing Xing doesn't want me to receive treatment from a psychiatrist, he can tell me directly."

Such a method of secretly obstructing him is not suitable for that gentle and refined man.

"If he said..."

Chu Xinian paused, and rubbed his fingertips against the surface of the Band-Aid, "Will you listen to him?"

Qin Yiren choked for breath.

Confused thoughts were in a mess in her mind, and she didn't know how to answer.

Perhaps, Bao Jingxing took other ways to stop it precisely because he was also aware of this point.

He didn't ask for her opinion, not because he wanted to go his own way, but because he didn't want to embarrass her.

Listening to her chaotic breathing, Chu Xinian stared into her eyes, as if he wanted to see her heart at a glance: "Yiren."

Qin Yiren met his eyes in a panic, her chest was heavy like an invisible stone.

For some reason she didn't want to admit, she couldn't get too close to Chu Xinian, his body temperature, voice, presence...

They are all potential triggers for her on the verge of losing control.

With her slender back pressed against the leather seat, Qin Yiren couldn't retreat, she lowered her eyes like an ostrich, and heard his thoughtful voice: "You really don't remember me at all?"

Qin Yiren's slender eyelashes trembled, and she nodded slightly.

Even for Bao'er's sake, she would not lie about this kind of thing, but she knew somewhere that Chu Xianian was a very special existence.

Sometimes, all he needs is a look to make her heart beat faster.

She resisted such an inexplicable heartbeat, and at the same time felt sorry for Bao Jingxing who had been waiting for her for six years, so she had to keep a distance from Chu Xiannian.

"Yiren."

Chu Xiqing called her name, glanced at the red light with only ten seconds left out of the corner of her eye, raised her chin with her slender fingers, and kissed her involuntarily.