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

Just when Qiao Zheng restrained her crying and wanted to continue coaxing her daughter.

Unexpectedly, Little Moon's innocent and simple words made Qiao Zheng choke: "... the smell? What kind of smell!"

Little Moon blinked her jewel-like eyes, raised her hand and took one of her mother's: "Mom, the smell on your hand... is from Uncle, I recognize it."

At the first moment, Qiao Zheng didn't understand what this meant.

After realizing it later, I came to my senses, quickly raised my hand, put it under my nose, and sniffed lightly.

Then, Qiaozheng's mind went blank for a moment, her heartbeat continued to speed up, almost jumping out of her chest at any time: "How could it be, impossible! This is impossible..."

Is there something wrong with her sense of smell?

Why did he smell the scent that belonged to Huo Xizhou on his own hand, the faint and cold fragrance like cedar, mixed with a little bitter medicinal fragrance.

People she knew around her didn't have this kind of smell.

She is sure that she belongs to Huo Xizhou alone!

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Little Moon didn't know why, so she looked at her worriedly.

But at the next moment, in the depths of Qiao Zheng's mind, a scene from the dream flashed again.

Huo Xizhou sat by her bed, gently held her hand, and hugged her!

It was a dream, a very real dream.

After waking up from the dream, her heart was empty, with unspeakable pain, loneliness, and loneliness.

Suddenly, Qiao Zheng took a deep breath, sniffed her palm again, and confirmed that it was not an illusion.

"Ho Xizhou...is that you?"

Qiaozheng felt that her thoughts were in a mess. For a moment... She almost suspected that she was dreaming again!

"Baby, smell it again...it really smells like uncle, right?"

At that time, Qiaozheng was like a drowning person, grasping the only hope in the desperate situation, asking cautiously while approaching her daughter.

The daughter is young and sensitive to smells, and she smelled it first.

But Qiao Zheng couldn't believe it, but still wanted to confirm.

Little Moon didn't understand, but obediently followed suit, and then gave an invariable answer: "It's uncle's smell, not only on mother's hand, but also on mother's body. Uncle must have hugged mother!"

Listening to this, Qiao Zheng was stunned for a long time, her thoughts were all tied up, and she couldn't figure out what was going on.

It is true that there are many people in the world who have a cedar-like cold fragrance.

Just beside her, there is only one Huo Xizhou.

From the time she woke up for the first time last night until she returned to Lanyuan, she had been in Huo's mansion.

During her coma, Jiang Lan and the driver were by her side, so no one should have contacted... Later, the only man she had contacted with was Master Huo in the dark.

I can't... Master Huo's smell is exactly the same as that of Huo Xizhou?

It can't be... When she was unconscious, she still regarded Master Huo as Huo Xizhou?

Countless confusions suddenly attacked Qiao Zheng, forcing her emotions to fluctuate up and down, and her face turned slightly pale.

what happened?What the hell does this happen!

After returning to Tongcheng from the border, she kept asking Shen Mo where Huo Xizhou's tomb was for a while, but she was never told.

After thinking about it carefully, Shen Mo's attitude is something to be studied.

He was Huo Xizhou's friend, and because of her, he indirectly killed Huo Xizhou... However, Shen Mo didn't feel sad and treated her well, so it didn't look like losing a friend.

There is also Gong Xiu, compared with Shen Mo, he cares more about Huo Xizhou... During this period of time, he has not appeared in front of her once, which is unreasonable.

Slowly, the memory of that night in Huohai was forcibly recalled by Qiao Zheng, and went through it carefully.

...Why do you think Huo Xizhou is dead?

Because of that corpse, a corpse covered in burns, Gong Xiu said...it was Huo Xizhou.

...Is that Huo, Xi, Zhou?

"Mother……"

Seeing that Qiao Zheng's eyes were red and her face faded little by little, Little Moon lay on her lap and touched her belly: "Mom, don't cry, don't cry, you are still pregnant with a baby, you will get sick... "

Qiaozheng came back to her senses, reached out her arms tremblingly and hugged her daughter, without saying a word.

If... If Huo Xizhou didn't die, but gave her the illusion of death and refused to see her, did he still misunderstand her and refuse to forgive her?

In the case of misunderstanding, should he forgive her or not.

However, after that night of flames, didn't he pay any more attention to her?

Even with just a little attention, he will find out that this is a misunderstanding!

"Mom, are you sad? Is it uncle, he made you unhappy..."

With her small head, Little Moon could only think that her mother's mood changed only after she mentioned her uncle.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I won't mention uncle... I won't mention it from now on."

She apologized in a low voice, and in return Qiao Zheng kissed her forehead.

"Baby, don't apologize, mom is not sad, mom is just..."

After a pause, Qiaozheng closed her eyes and explained softly: "Mom was just so happy, she didn't know how to express her happiness, that's why she cried."

Immediately, little moon suddenly realized, and shook her little head: "Sometimes, little moon will do the same, but mother... laugh when you are happy, crying is not good for your health."

In order to reassure her daughter, Qiao Zheng forced a smile, but it was not a forced smile.

Compared with Huo Xizhou's death, she naturally hopes that... Huo Xizhou is still alive.

Even though this was just a conjecture and had yet to be verified, it gave her a glimmer of hope.

Not long after, Qiaozheng put her daughter to sleep first, and quietly went to the bathroom.

She took off her clothes, smelled it lightly, and was sure that there was a familiar smell, and she felt mixed feelings for a moment.

It's just... She was startled, and her emotions fluctuated again. On the changed underwear, she found some bloodstains.

Qiao Zheng knew that she couldn't get too emotional, and she had to calm down even in the face of the possibility that Huo Xizhou was still alive.

Fortunately, the difficult pregnancy preservation before finally survived the first three months, when the fetus was most unstable, and now it can support it!

"Huo Xizhou...you're still alive...right?"

Qiao Zheng raised her head, looked at herself in the mirror, and murmured a question to herself.

The mist slowly blurred the mirror and her face.

In a trance, she lowered her eyes, tears rolled down her eyes, and her voice was broken even though she was silent: "Huo Xizhou...please...to live..."

When I got back to bed, it was already three or four in the morning.

Lying beside her daughter, Qiao Zheng's mind was in a mess, and she was almost at rest.

In the end, I don't even remember when I fell asleep.

All I know is that it was already noon when I woke up, and the hired aunt had cooked the meal. She ate with her daughter and asked the aunt to take care of her for the whole afternoon.

And she went out.

Before falling asleep, she made a decision and rushed to Huo's mansion...