evil sea tide

It took Jiang Baicao an hour to finally convince Yang Anqing not to treat him as a psychopath by taking out all the books at home, the patient's history book, and the photos of the pregnant woman.

"This, this is really my, child, child?" Yang Anqing was still immersed in shock and couldn't extricate herself, how could there be such absurd things in this world.He, Yang Anqing, has lived for 27 years. He has had no problems in physical examination since he was a child. Even if he likes the same sex, he is still a very normal man. How can he still have this NB function?

"I know it's hard for you to accept it for a while. Many people who come to me are like this. But it's a fact. Jing people give birth in August. After four months, you will be able to see your son?"

"Son, son?"

"Well, the sons born by the people of this clan are basically male babies."

Yang Anqing felt that his entire outlook on the world and life had been subverted. He stared blankly at the protruding piece of flesh on his stomach, pinched it with his hands, and suddenly felt a little real.

Four months, that was that day... the last time with Song Jue...

It's ridiculous to say that the number of times they have done business in the past two days has become less and less. It was because both of them drank some wine that day, and then he took the initiative to seduce him. He didn't expect to have a child.Wait, they have been together for six years, why are they only pregnant now.

He asked Jiang Baicao, and the other party gave the answer that the fertility rate of the Jing clan was extremely low, and some couples never got their own children in their entire lives, and it depended on chance.

chance?

Just when he is about to cut off this evil relationship, will he plant another seed in his stomach?This is called chance?

Yang Anqing smiled wryly, stroking his tight and smooth belly with his hand, imagining what their child would be like.Maybe he will be like Song Jue...Maybe his genes are as strong as his character...

"Doctor Jiang, do me a favor." A few minutes later, Yang Anqing said weakly.

"You said."

"Help me...get rid of this child..."

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When Yang Anqing returned to Zhou Yupei's home, he was greeted with a table of sumptuous dishes. Of course, these were not cooked by Zhou Yupei. He was busy with work and had no time to cook his own meals. The three meals were basically settled in the company. of.Instead, he hired an aunt for the family to do the laundry and clean the room. Of course, she also cooked the delicious food on this table.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Anqing couldn't help but think of the time when he and Song Jue were together.He is a person who is born with no culinary skills. After cooking for so many years, the taste is only palatable, but he still spends a lot of time researching the recipes and giving them to him in different ways according to Song Jue's taste. Make it delicious.

The first few years they were together were considered sweet, Song Jue always finished the food with dignity, then kissed him on the face and said it was delicious, thank you wife or something.Later, he had less and less time to go home to eat. Even when he came back, the two of them ate the rice in their own bowls in silence. Song Jue's performance was very straightforward. Put down the bowl and chopsticks and say you are full.

Still, he will prepare meals for him every day.At night, the lights of the restaurant shone softly on his body, but he couldn't feel any warmth, because the seat opposite him was always empty, and he could only eat what he made by himself facing the air.

He has sacrificed so many years for such an unworthy person.He was two years older than him, and it was he who drew Song Jue into this circle, so Yang Anqing always felt guilty, and this guilt made him indulge Song Jue even more.

Thinking about it now, Song Jue might not have become like this if she hadn't made more and more bottomless concessions.

What is the use of saying this?Fortunately, it wasn't too late for him to wake up, and he didn't continue to be obsessed with it.He will be fine, where there is no Song Jue.

But the lump in my belly...

He rubbed his stomach, thinking of Jiang Baicao's words, he felt extremely depressed.

Jiang Baicao disapproved of his abortion. On the one hand, it was because the body structure of a man was different from that of a woman. If the abortion was forced, it would be difficult to clean up the congestion in the body, which would cause great harm to the father's body.On the other hand, he persuaded him to keep this child because the Jing tribe attaches great importance to offspring and will not do anything to harm the fetus. No matter what the adults do, the child is innocent. It is so difficult for them to come into this world , he believes that no one can deprive them of the right to life.

"I have helped many clansmen like you give birth to babies, and I have never done anything that harmed their lives. Mr. Yang, I cannot grant your request. I don't know what happened between you and the father of the child, or what you do to What kind of negative emotions does he have, but this child also has half of your blood, do you really have the heart to kill him?"

When Yang Anqing heard the word "kill", she shuddered all over.He was already four months old, and he even had a vague human form. If he was not used at this time, it would be tantamount to obliterating a life.

It is a kind of chance for every child of the Jing people to come to this world...

The day he left Song Jue, he had made up his mind not to have anything to do with him.Hate or love, let them and the six years and the name Yang Ze be buried in memory forever.So he doesn't want this child, because he is afraid that when he sees the child, he will think of that person...

However, as Jiang Baicao said, this child also has his blood flowing through him.Maybe he is not the root of evil left to him by Song Jue, but his hope. A baby represents a new life. Maybe God gave him a child at this time, not joking with him, but has another meaning.

He finally gave up and left Jiang Baicao's residence.Zhou Kuopei got off work early today and was waiting for him to have dinner together.I have to say, it feels good to be waiting, no matter who that person is.Yang Anqing looked at this college friend and said sincerely: "Boss, thank you..."

"Thank you, what's wrong with you today? Have you been to the hospital? What's the result of the examination?" Zhou Peipei pulled him to sit down and asked worriedly.

Yang Anqing took out the rhetoric he had rehearsed on the road. He is not good at lying, but he had to do it today.

After listening to his words, Zhou Peipei said in surprise: "What! Go to Fancheng to cultivate? Why? Can't you stay here? I'll take care of you."

Yang Anqing shook his head, "Boss, you have helped me a lot. The doctor said that I will be fine after taking medicine for half a year. I plan to go back to my aunt's house in Fancheng. I grew up there and they will take care of me. of."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Zhou Yupei stopped pushing. Yang Anqing's body was the most important thing, and he really couldn't spare time to take care of him, so he had to say goodbye to him regretfully.

Yang Anqing, who left Zhou Yupei's house, did not go to Fancheng as he said, but rented a one-bedroom apartment with the help of Jiang Baicao, and settled down in the imperial capital. Jiang Baicao also helped him hire a People from the family came to take care of him, surnamed Wu, they all called her Wu Ma.

Yang Anqing was always awakened by nightmares at night, and those repeated dreams tortured him unspeakably.Song Jue's indifferent face, the scene of him having sex with other women, and those obscene words appeared in his dreams time and time again, reminding him how naive and ridiculous Yang Ze was in the past, to be foolish for such a person Waited for six years.Putting himself in a humble place like dust fulfilled Song Jue's repeated betrayals.

This kind of wishful thinking hurt himself in the end, perhaps leaving no trace in Song Jue's heart.

Yang Anqing propped up his body, turned on the bedside lamp, took the boiled water he had prepared and drank half a glass in one go, the cool liquid flowed through his throat and reached his stomach, which calmed him down a little.He turned off the light and lay down again, hoping in his heart that Song Jue would not appear again so that he could sleep peacefully.

Yang Anqing felt uncomfortable all over. The sweat on his body wet his pajamas, and the cloth stuck to his body, which made him uncomfortable, but his head was dizzy and he had no energy, so he didn't want to get up and change clothes.

He seemed to be asleep, but he didn't.Half-dream and half-awake, he shuttled between reality and dream, and he couldn't tell which was real.The nightmare swept over him again. This time, he didn't even have a chance to escape. His mind was in chaos, as if he had been pulled into a dark abyss, no matter how he climbed, he couldn't escape.

At this moment, a movement suddenly came from his lower abdomen, as if something was beating him lightly, this sound spread from the lower abdomen to his heart, calming his anxiety and fear.It was like a small fleshy fist, waving very gently, gently rubbing against his abdominal cavity, helping him drive away all the nightmares.

From this day on, Yang Anqing communicated with the child in her stomach.As a new father, he realized that although the fetus was only a few months old, it could already perceive the information from the outside world, especially the information conveyed to him from him.

For the first time, who always regarded it as a ball of meat, he regarded him as a human being like himself. He would often touch his belly and talk to him, telling him that he loved him, not that he really didn’t want him. At this time, the child will respond slightly.

The child distracted him and made him gradually forget about the pain. Except when he occasionally thought of Song Jue, he no longer felt the palpitations and panic like before.Now he is very calm, with more smiles on his face, even Wu Ma said that he is more and more like a father.

In the month before the child was born, Yang Anqing bought a lot of baby products for him. Because it was inconvenient to go out, she basically bought them online. There were a few times when the delivery guy wore the same uniform as that of Zhou Peipei’s small logistics company. Yes, seeing the delivery boy of the boss company, he will always deliver some fruit or drinks to people.

Because they sell a lot and do a lot of research, Yang Anqing at this time already has a deep understanding of baby products and knows most of the brands on the market. At this time, he suddenly had an idea: why not make this his career Woolen cloth?

Online shopping has sprung up in China. It has developed rapidly in recent years, and the transaction volume has doubled every year.After having a child, his focus must still be at home, and it is impossible to go outside to find a job. If he becomes an agent of maternity and baby products, he can kill two birds with one stone, making money and taking care of his children.

Yang Anqing thinks this method is feasible, but there are still many details and trifles in the actual operation. Now all his attention and care are put on the child, and he can't think about it for the time being.

One night two months later, Yang Anqing was sent to Jiang Baicao's basement again, where his son was born, and his son's loud cry almost aroused the dissatisfaction of the neighbors.

Jiang Baicao wrapped the child in cotton cloth and handed him over to Yang Anqing.The moment he took the child, a soft touch came from his hand, and something in Yang Anqing's heart seemed to be suddenly touched.

The newborn baby's skin was red and wrinkled, and he couldn't open his eyes. He could only hold his small fists and wobble restlessly in his father's arms.Looking at the little thing in her arms, Yang Anqing burst into tears instantly.

He didn't know why he was crying, but the moment he saw his son, something broke out of his heart and flowed out with his tears.

Those were his six years of resentment and hatred, love and obsession, and those unbearable memories. With the endless tears, they gradually fell from his body, and then turned into transparent water stains, and then disappeared.

A tear fell on his son's forehead, and he pursed his lips to express his dissatisfaction.Yang Anqing quickly wiped away tears, and put her face against her son's. The soft cheeks made him feel a familiar warmth, just like when his son was down, his son used his little hands and feet to comfort him.

Fortunately...fortunately, I didn't want him...

Yang Anqing was very grateful for his decision at the time, and also thanked Jiang Baicao for his persistence and not letting him do something stupid.

He named the child Yang Yang, he is the little sun in Yang Anqing's heart, dispelling all the haze, illuminating and warming his whole life with infinite light and heat.

The moment Yang Yang was born, Yang Anqing was reborn.

Time flies, and seven months have passed in a blink of an eye. He watched Xiao Yangyang grow from the size of a kitten to a healthy baby who can stagger with his father's support.Yang Yang is just like his name, he is a veritable little heater, he giggles when he sees people, he is not afraid of strangers, he is very sensible, he never let his father worry about it, and he is not disturbing at all when he sleeps at night, so Yang Anqing's body recovered soon.

He and Zhou Peipei got in touch again. The other party's jaw almost dropped when he saw Yang Yang. Yang Anqing lied that it was his and his ex-girlfriend's child. .Zhou Kuopei was dubious, but Yang Yang and Yang Anqing did have many similarities, so he gradually believed it.

Yang Yang called out "Dad" when he was eight months old, and Yang Anqing was so excited that he staggered and hit the door panel, and was laughed at by Wu Ma as a silly father.The silly father kept laughing and teasing his cute and well-behaved son in his arms, and the satisfaction and happiness in his heart were almost overflowing.There was no trace of loneliness and sadness in that silly look, the current Yang Anqing was completely different from the Yang Ze when he left Song Jue a year ago.

It will be Qingming two months later, so Yang Anqing decided to take the child back to Fancheng to visit her aunt's family first, and then visit her parents' graves.

On the day of Qingming, those past events that he deliberately avoided suddenly appeared in his mind, making him lose control in front of his cousin.Facing his parents, he could no longer deceive himself and others. His parents had no chance to raise him, but they gave him life. He used such a precious life to be trampled on by others, and even his self-esteem was trampled in the mud. Yang Anqing felt that he was ashamed of his parents. , The sadness and regret in my heart cannot be suppressed.

The consolation of his cousin and son made him calm down gradually. Looking at the relatives around him, he told himself that this was the last tear he shed for that scum. The people he loves also love him.

The cousin was touched by his appearance, and also remembered some old things that happened to her, so she hugged Yang Anqing and Yang Yang with a look of grief on her face, but she didn't know that this scene was fully captured by a man not far away. He was struck by lightning.

Yang Anqing didn't stay in his hometown for long, he had to return to the imperial capital as soon as possible, his maternity and baby product agency network had just started, and it was just when manpower was needed, so leaving for three days was already the limit.

But two months later, he returned to this ancient town. Because of landslides, most of the cemetery's cemetery was destroyed. When he received the notice, he hurried to move the ashes of his parents.This time, he simply returned to the imperial capital with his parents' urn, and buried them with his sister and brother-in-law's. After a hundred years, his descendants will put him here in the same way, so that their family can be reunited.

Opening an online store and taking care of his son, Yang Anqing is getting more and more busy. His life is fulfilling and warm. No matter how busy he is in the store, he only needs to see his son's smiling face when he returns home and hear him calling himself "Daddy" sweetly. , he felt full of energy all over his body, and all his troubles disappeared.

The only thing that worries him is that his son looks more and more like that person. Sometimes at first glance, he thought it was a shrunken version of Song Jue reappearing.

But at this time, he had already let go of the past a lot, but because of Yang Yang's existence, his resentment towards Song Jue also subsided.People can't live because of resentment, God gave him a new chance, he should cherish it.Yang Anqing is no longer troubled by the past, and dutifully plays the role of a good father. Under his care and care, Yang Yang grows up day by day.

Six years later—

NAE is located in the headquarters building of the imperial capital. A man in a black suit took the exclusive private elevator downstairs and walked towards the door surrounded by everyone.

Behind him, several female employees who just got off work gathered together and whispered——

Song Jue is a perfect boss. He is diligent in his work and works hard for the company's development every day; he is kind and impartial to his subordinates, and never gets angry for no reason. NAE has become a hot recruiting unit; he cleans himself up and never messes with women, even in this kind of entertainment company full of flowers, he is still unmoved by the temptation of countless beauties. Since NAE moved its headquarters to In the imperial capital, there has never been any scandal with any actress.

NAE has developed rapidly in the past few years. A few years ago, it was on an equal footing with the largest entertainment company in China. In the past few years, it has a faint momentum of catching up. This fully proves that when Song Jue and Hai Donglin moved the company to Emperor Du is an extremely wise decision.

Six years ago, there had never been anyone around such a handsome, handsome, and personable man with a lot of wealth. This made countless people puzzled, but it also gave many people the illusion that the chairman's wife Maybe the position is reserved for myself.

Song Jue, the fifth king of diamonds, has no idea that he has become the object of lust for countless women, and his life is as precise and regular as clockwork.Apart from his official business, he has no recreational activities every day. The only way to relax is to play ball or have a few drinks with his friend Hai Donglin.The rest of the time is either working overtime at the company, or going home and shutting myself in the room.

He is like a perpetually moving working machine, earning a lot of money for the company tirelessly. His life is horribly boring, but he enjoys it.

Only Tommy Guan, the company’s marketing director, would sigh and shake his head when asked about his boss’s private life, and say, “I hope someone can make Boss Song forget about him.” But when people ask who that “he” is, He never talked about it.

The driver sent Song Jue downstairs and left under his instruction.This is a real estate he bought near the company. The location is very central and it is very convenient to commute to and from get off work. He will go home every weekend to accompany his parents, and he usually lives here.

Taking the elevator to the twelfth floor, Song Jue took out the key in his hand, and the moment he opened the door, he said to the empty room, "Yang Ze, I'm back."

His apartment is not big, only about [-] square meters, which does not fit his status as the only son of the Song family and the boss of NAE, but when he calmly sat on the sofa, he picked up a magazine in front of him and looked through it. When he was there, his expression became serene and calm, as if only here could he truly find peace.

Looking carefully, there are many old things in this room. The tablecloth on the dining table has turned yellow at the edges; the calendar on the wall is still from eight years ago; The bowls and chopsticks are stacked neatly, but the colors and styles were popular several years ago, and are now outdated.

The most puzzling thing is that there is a small room next to the bedroom, which is arranged like a university dormitory, with four high beds and four sets of desks. A pictorial of popular combinations.

Song Jue moved everything that belonged to Yang Ze from Jiangzhou to here.His used cups, toothbrushes, towels, slippers, and even used dishcloths, as long as they were touched by Yang Ze, were all packed and moved here.The room was very small, not like the boutique apartment they had in Jiangzhou, but the small house they lived in when they graduated, with one bedroom and one living room.

At that time, after he invested the money in the newly established company, he didn't have much left on hand. In the end, he could only buy a second-hand house in a remote location after haggling the price for a long time. He had to drive an hour for work every day car, it will take longer in traffic jams.The surrounding supporting facilities are very poor, and it takes half an hour to buy vegetables to reach the nearest vegetable market.But right there, he and Yang Ze spent their best time.

Every day, Song Jue would run over the things Yang Ze left behind over and over again, imagining that he was still here, or that he would appear here in the next second.