Kiss!Play heartbeat!Mr. Huo broke the precept and pestered her to coax her

At the same time, Qiao Zheng, who was in a deep sleep, seemed to feel something.

She moved her eyelids, opened a slit in her eyes with great effort, and through the dimmed light, she glimpsed the man beside her.

Her vision was blurred, her body was weak, her mind was dizzy, and she couldn't tell... Is this reality or a dream?

"Miss Qiao, you..."

Suddenly meeting the little woman's hazy eyes, Huo Xizhou was a little at a loss.

Just now, he saw her drowsy and would not wake up for a while, so he did this behavior.

At that time, he was holding her hand and putting it on his face, while stretching out a hand and putting it under the quilt.

At this moment, it landed on her lower abdomen, motionless.

To prevent her from being irritated and overly emotional, he was still thinking about how to explain it.

Unexpectedly, Qiaozheng lowered her eyes, felt something, and smiled slightly: "Huo Xizhou, are you touching the baby?"

Huo Xizhou was slightly startled, looked at her reaction, and gave a soft "hmm".

It was Qiao Zheng, who raised his hand with difficulty, covered the top of the back of his hand through a layer of quilt, and stroked his lower abdomen together.

Then, there was a little tenderness between her brows and eyes: "It's the first time you touch a baby, this is our baby..."

As she spoke, she slightly raised her eyelids, and her voice was as soft as a whisper: "Huo Xizhou, I have your child, are you happy?"

After belatedly, Huo Xizhou understood something, lowered his head and approached her, his voice became thin and hoarse: "Happy, Miss Qiao, I'm very happy."

Obviously, the scene in front of her was regarded as a dream by the little woman... In her heart, his existence was just a dream.

"As long as you are happy, I will protect the baby and give birth to the baby... I hope that the baby will not look like me, but like you."

Qiao Zheng revealed her inner thoughts, mixed with a little selfishness.

"In this way, looking at the baby...will remember you."

Speaking of this, her eyes were wet, her eyes were red, and she cried out a pious oath: "Huo Xizhou, I will never forget you, no matter how many years have passed... I will remember you, always remember you. "

Hearing this, Huo Xizhou was deeply touched, and continued to lower his head, resting on her slender shoulder: "Okay, I see."

If it's possible, he really wants to tell her regardless...it's not a dream, this is reality, as long as she is willing, he and her will never be separated again.

For the rest of his life, he wanted to be with her, to be together well.

But at the next moment, Qiaozheng changed her words and began to apologize while crying: "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... Huo Xizhou..."

"I always hurt you...I shouldn't hurt you...I'm really too bad..."

"Huo Xizhou... I don't ask for your forgiveness... I just ask that you often enter my dreams..."

At the end, Qiaozheng apologized again: "A lot of times... I can't dream of you... You must be hating me..."

"You should hate me...I'm sorry for you...I'm so sorry for you..."

In the past month or so, Huo Xizhou was recovering from his injuries alone, and almost never left his room.

He repeatedly restrained himself from getting information about Qiao Zheng, and when he couldn't restrain himself, he repeatedly looked at the past between her and Huo Beiheng as if torturing himself.

Every time he watched it, he was hurt again.

At that time, he had experienced estrangement and resentment, and he warned himself several times: don't look back, don't forgive, and don't see her.

What she gave him the most was lies.

After hearing the lie so many times, he will never be fooled again.

Until, the reunion tonight was the last time we saw each other before parting.

In a blink of an eye, those estrangements and resentments seemed to disappear without a trace.

...Is it because of the child?

It is because of the children, but not all because of the children.

Huo Xizhou closed his eyes, reached out and gently hugged the little woman on the bed.

Qiao Zheng——

Just a few words, like a curse, planted in his heart.

She made him toss and turn, let him taste the pain, but also let him never forget.

"……It's ok."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth slowly, and heard his own voice, confided the most true feelings: "Miss Qiao, I don't hate you, I never...had you."

If you haven't hated, how can you forgive?

She doesn't need his forgiveness.

After a few seconds of silence, Huo Xizhou sneered suddenly, but was still defeated by her: "On the contrary, I miss you very much."

"Miss Qiao, I miss you every day after separation."