After a secret marriage, I became the biological mother of a rich and cute baby

Si Mo's Adam's apple slid slightly, and his pale and dry lips slightly opened, "She... was caught, the signal was disconnected, I... I can't see the situation on her side."

Qingli's whole body went limp and he knelt dejectedly on the ground.

They all knew that if they were caught by the organization, they would die.

Qingli buried her head in Si Mo's lap and cried bitterly.

"It's all my fault... I should have been the one to lead them away. I should have died so that Lan could come back alive."

Si Mo placed his hand lightly on Qingli's head and stroked it gently.

"Don't blame yourself. If you were to lead those people away, she wouldn't be able to come back. You would just be exposed. And... even if she came back, I don't have an antidote for the poison on the hidden arrow..."

Qingli cried even more sadly, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

Si Mo stopped comforting her and just stayed with her quietly. The expression on his face was so calm that there was no sign of any disturbance.

It turns out that when you are so sad that you feel like you are suffocating, you cannot shed a single tear.

There is only endless despair...

Si Mo turned to look at the moon outside the window. The moon late at night was rounder than at the beginning of the month.

But the moon in his heart had already disappeared into the darkness and would never be seen again.

At the same time, Haicheng Shi family.

It was a sunny afternoon. Shi Xingran was sitting in front of the easel in the children's study, staring blankly at the pink pig head in the painting.

This was the first day he and Gu Jinlan met, and the first painting Gu Jinlan completed with him.

Butler Xue walked to the door of the study and reminded, "Young Master, it's time for lunch."

Shi Xingran did not answer.

Seeing him sitting there motionless, Butler Xue suddenly had a bad feeling.

Before the young lady appeared, the young master was always like this. He could sit alone for a whole day without saying a word.

Butler Xue hurried in and saw Shi Xingran staring at the painting in front of him without blinking. He asked softly, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Shi Xingran seemed not to hear it.

"Young Master, don't scare me." Butler Xue panicked.

The young master has finally become cheerful and lively. If he becomes withdrawn and autistic again, he won't be able to explain himself when the young master and the young mistress come back!

Shi Xingran turned around, looked at Butler Xue and blinked, "Grandpa Xue, I miss my mother."

"..." Butler Xue was stunned and suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

Shi Xingran looked at the pink pig head on the easel again, his eyes already moist, "I miss you so much."

Hearing that his voice was choked with sobs, Butler Xue felt heartbroken.

The little master has never been a crybaby since he was young. Unlike other children, he would not use crying to express his needs and emotions.

"Grandpa Xue, I feel like Mom won't be coming back. She doesn't want Ranran anymore."

After saying that, Shi Xingran pursed her lips tightly, as if trying hard to hold back tears.

"How could it be!" Steward Xue said hurriedly, "The young mistress likes the young master so much, she won't abandon him. She will be back soon."

Shi Xingran shook his head.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that his mother would not come back.

The feeling was inexplicably strong.

Butler Xue took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call the young lady right now."

"No!" Shi Xingran shouted hurriedly.

"Don't you miss the young lady?"

"My mother has a time difference there. It's night time now and she's sleeping. I'll disturb her rest."

Seeing Shi Xingran's sensible and considerate look, Butler Xue felt even more sorry for him.

A child who is not even five years old, who should be crying and missing his mother, is still so attentive and considerate.

Butler Xue put away his phone and said, "Okay, I won't call then."

"I'm going to paint. Grandpa Xue, please go out." Shi Xingran stood up, picked up the pig head painting on the easel with his small hands, put it carefully aside, and then took a new piece of drawing paper and clamped it on the drawing board.

Butler Xue asked: "But it's lunch time now, aren't you going to take a nap?"

Shi Xingran shook his head and stopped talking.

"How about we draw after we wake up..." Butler Xue hadn't finished his tentative words when he saw Shi Xingran frowning slightly.

So he quickly changed his words: "Okay, then you paint, I won't disturb you."

After looking at Shi Xingran worriedly, Butler Xue turned and left, sighing helplessly.

It is said that the young master is the young master's biological son. The father and son have exactly the same personalities in some aspects.

When the young master is in a bad mood, he also likes to be alone and quiet, doing something that can concentrate his attention.

If he said one more word, the young master's brows would immediately twist into the shape of a "川" character.

After leaving the children's study, Butler Xue was still worried about Shi Xingran's condition, so he decided to call Gu Jinlan.

However, Gu Jinlan did not answer the call.

So Butler Xue sent a message.

[Madam, call me back when you wake up. The young master misses you.]

In the study, Shi Xingran took out the prizes he won from the kindergarten parent-child activities and placed the character models of him, his parents and himself next to the easel.

Take a look, draw a stroke.

I don’t know how long it took, but the outline of the idea began to take shape on the drawing paper.

Although the brushstrokes are a bit childish and unfamiliar, the general outline can already be seen.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Immersed in the world, Shi Xingran frowned unhappily.

Grandpa Xue is so talkative.

He said he wanted to paint alone.

"Ranran, can I come in?"

When Shi Xingran heard Yun Luoxi's voice coming from outside the door, his frown instantly relaxed and he quickly turned around to look.

I saw that the door of the children's study was opened a crack.

Yun Luoxi stuck her head in, revealing a beautiful face.

"Aunt Luo Xi." Shi Xingran called out.

"Ranran." Yun Luoxi smiled so much that her eyes curved into crescents, and she pushed open the door and walked in.

Seeing Zhao Jingchuan following behind her, Shi Xingran politely called out, "Uncle Jingchuan."

"Hello, Ranran." Zhao Jingchuan also had a gentle smile on his face. He really liked hearing Ranran call him uncle.

Although he is not his biological uncle, he likes the identity of "uncle" and hopes that Lanlan and Brother Ye can have a child of their own as soon as possible.

"Is Ranran drawing?" Yun Luoxi came to Shi Xingran.

Just now, she and Zhao Jingchuan met Butler Xue downstairs, and Butler Xue told her that Ranran was not in a good mood today.

Shi Xingran nodded, "It's a picture of Mom, Dad and Ranran."

Yun Luoxi looked at the drawing paper and widened her eyes in surprise, "Wow! Ranran draws so well!"

Although Shi Xingran was more mature than other children of his age, he still smiled happily when he heard the compliment.

"Ranran is so great, he is indeed worthy of being Lanlan's son. He has inherited Lanlan's artistic talent." Yun Luoxi reached out and gently touched Shi Xingran's head.

The smile on Shi Xingran's face suddenly dimmed a little, and he lowered his thick eyelashes slightly, "Ranran is not my biological son..."

If Ranran is my mother’s biological son, there is no need to worry that my mother will not want him anymore.