birth

Xu Jia silently looked at Sheng Wanwan who was buried in a ball, pursed her lips, and asked, "Do you want this child?"

Hearing this, Sheng Wanwan suddenly raised her head, subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands, and looked at Xu Jia vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

"You want him?" Xu Jia looked at her incomprehensibly, "He made you like this, why do you want him?"

Sheng Wanwan stared at him with wide-eyed eyes in disbelief, and strengthened her hand protecting her belly, "This is my own flesh and blood, of course I want him." She frowned, "And it's not him It was Sheng Yi who caused me to be like this, it was Sheng Yi who caused me, it has nothing to do with my child."

Xu Jia stood up abruptly, losing control of his emotions for no reason, even his hands were shaking, "It's him! He's the one who killed you! You should hate him! Why do you still want him!?"

After that, he broke the porcelain next to him as if he couldn't control it. The sound of the porcelain smashing on the ground resounded in the room, and Sheng Wanwan screamed "ah".

Zhou Shun was originally guarding the outside, and when he heard the noisy sound from inside, he felt suspicious, but when he was about to listen carefully, he heard the sound of something being thrown inside, and when it was approaching, it was Sheng Wanwan's mournful scream.

He was startled and took a few steps back.

At this moment, the door in front of him was opened.

Xu Jia looked at him sullenly, exuding hostility all over his body, Zhou Shun immediately stepped aside to get out of the way, and bowed obediently.

But Xu Jia didn't even look at him. To be precise, although he is very fierce now, Xia Sanbai's eyes didn't seem to be focused. There was a trace of bewilderment and loneliness.

She doesn't hate him.

Sheng Wanwan didn't hate the child in her stomach.

Why?Why doesn't she hate her?

Uncontrollably, I recalled the scene of Meng Gexing throwing him to the ground in disgust when he saw him for the first time; In exchange for the disgusting and cold eyes; I recalled that she said to him, "You are a bastard, don't call me A Niang."

"I was wrong, because you should never have been born into this world."

"Damn you."

"what--"

Xu Jia yelled out in pain, squatting in the corner, his hands shaking uncontrollably, his complexion was pale, his eye sockets were red, but his pupils turned a strange blue, revealing a cold light.

When Fu Er arrived, there were rows of court ladies and eunuchs standing outside Yugan Palace, all of whom were kicked out by Xu Jia.

Just when he wanted to go in, he was stopped by a court lady, "Master, the emperor has ordered that no one will be allowed in."

Fu Er pursed his lips in embarrassment, and when he was about to force his way in, Zhou Shun's voice came from behind him, "Master, you dare to stop me! Get down!"

A row of court ladies saluted, "No."

Fu'er turned to look at Zhou Shun gratefully, and saw Zhou Shun urging him, "My lord, you'd better go in and have a look, the emperor has locked himself up all afternoon."

The curtains of the sleeping hall were torn to pieces, the bed was a mess, there were broken glazed lamps everywhere, and there was nowhere to go.

There was still a wisp of bloody smell floating in the hall, rushing straight to the tip of the nose.

Fu Er searched around, and finally found Xu Jia who was curled up in a ball in the corner, he couldn't help but lighten his steps, his throat choked.

He had never seen such... such a fragile Xu Jia.

No matter what he encounters, Xu Jia seems to have that look of being able to do everything with ease, or else he looks like he doesn't care and wants to be beaten, and he will piss him off from time to time, play tricks on him, and deliberately bully him.

The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth was always bright, but at that moment, Fuer seemed to be heartbroken to realize...that light seemed to be dimming.

He stretched out his hand and gently held Xu Jia's face, which went smoothly unexpectedly.

Xu Jia didn't struggle, and looked at him blankly after raising his head, but there was no focus in his eyes.

When he met those blue eyes, Fuer's heart suddenly "thumped", secretly thinking that it was not good, the evil spirit in Xu Jia's body was running wild because of his unsteady mind, but now he has no mana, and he can no longer Helping him unblock his tendons can only wake up Xu Jia quickly, otherwise he might go crazy.

Fuer moved closer, staring straight into the blank pupils, and softly called, "Xu Jia?"

This call was very soft, but it seemed that Xu Jia heard it, and the focus gradually became in the pupils, and there was a reflection of Fu Er.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Er smiled happily, "Can you hear me? Right Xu Jia? Xu Jia?"

Xu Jia's lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Fuer moved closer again, "What do you want to say?"

Xu Jia's fingers hanging on the ground curled up, and he didn't reply, but leaned his head back against the wall weakly, and closed his eyes.

so tired.

He has always felt that he is born with ruthlessness and ungratefulness, but now it seems that he is naturally much slower than others.

He would also be sad, angry, and brood over his mother's abandonment and disgust.

It turned out that he had never been as chic as he imagined, it turned out that he cared, it turned out that he had always longed for A Niang's love in his heart.

Xu Jia suddenly wanted to ask Meng Gexing if she hadn't regretted it for a moment... even for a moment, had she not regretted bringing him into this world?

Did she ever love?

Has she ever loved... her own child?

Before today, Xu Jia had always understood Meng Gexing's resentment, and it was a matter of course. It was not until today when he heard what Sheng Wanwan said that he had this thought for the first time: Ah, it turns out that not all the aunts Everyone hates their children.

He was born with a wolfish heart, so he deserves to be alone.

A line of tears flowed down Fuer's finger.

Fuer held his face, and at that moment he also lost the ability to express himself. He gave Xu Jia a sad look, then slowly bent down, leaned lightly on Xu Jia's chest, and stretched out his hands tightly. hold him.

Silent comfort.

Tired.

It's okay, I'll accompany you.

A line of tears dripped down his nose onto Xu Jia's front, slowly becoming dizzy and soaked, and slowly fell onto his cold chest.

But like a fire, it woke him up instantly.

He leaned against the wall and opened his eyes, lowered his head silently, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fuer's teary eyes.

Noticing his actions, Fuer suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head to look at him, his eyes were clear and shining.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, there was silence, and no one spoke.

The thumb rubbed again uncontrollably, and the delicate texture from the fingertips instantly burned Xu Jia's last sanity.

He hugged the man in his arms, his arms were as hard as iron pliers, almost wishing to rub the man into his bones.

The sudden kiss was hot and uncontrollable, biting and bloody.

Fuer's lips were bitten badly by him, the strength in Xu Jia's hand gradually loosened, and under Fuer's silence and tolerance, he gradually regained his senses. Looking down at him, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Er's eyes were still dazed, as if he hadn't recovered from the kiss just now. Hearing this, his brows slowly curved into a small arc, and his tone was soft, as if he could contain all of Xu Jia's anger and anger. Aggrieved, "It doesn't hurt."

I really can't feel the pain, and now my lips are numb, and Fu Er didn't know what kind of ghost he was bitten by Xu Jia, but he lowered his head and held Xu Jia's injured hand, frowning, "How to do it?" of?"

He lowered his head and blew gently, and the cool feeling rushed to the hot wound.

At that moment, Xu Jia raised her hand uncontrollably and touched Fu Er's head.

Such a good Fuer.

How could he pick it up by mistake?

How can he be.

Xu Jia sat on the bed obediently, looking at Fu Er who bandaged his wound without blinking.

The palace of Yugan has been cleaned by the maids, the heavy curtains are drawn, and the lazy sunlight invades every corner in an instant.

Originally it was the imperial doctor who wanted to go forward to help Xu Jia treat the wound, but Xu Jia drove him away with a cold face.Helpless, he had no choice but to help him wrap the gauze in person, but he had no experience in helping others with wounds before, so he did it extra carefully, temporarily ignoring Xu Jia's hot and aggressive eyes.

Fu Er was helping him to apply the medicine wholeheartedly, when suddenly a restless hand touched the corner of his lips, Fu Er suddenly gasped in pain, raised his head and glared at him angrily, avoiding Xu Jia's disturbing hand .

But Xu Jia looked at him apologetically and worriedly, "I'm sorry, does it hurt? I..."

He really lost his mind, otherwise he would never have done such a disrespectful thing, because he knew that Fuer had a shadow in his heart, so Xu Jia would never do anything that might scare him, although On weekdays, he always fights with Fuer seemingly nonsensically, but in fact he has a limit in his heart, and once he exceeds that limit, he will stop immediately.

I'm sorry, but now... I'm really happy in my heart.

Xu Jia thought hopelessly, if Fuer didn't push him away, did he not push him away, did it mean that he actually accepted him more tolerantly than Xu Jia thought?

Could he... be a step closer?

The anger in Fuer's eyes disappeared instantly, and instead he smiled and comforted him, "It doesn't hurt very much."

Xu Jia blinked, "Then can I kiss you next time?"

With a pause for the knotted hands, Fuer raised his head, avoided his eyes, did not answer his question, but stood up and said, "It's bandaged."

But Xu Jia was reluctant to let him go, and tugged at his sleeves, "Ah~ can it be done? Can it be done?"

Fu Er blushed in these few coquettish words, obviously he should say no, but he felt his heart pounding, looking at Xu Jia's doggy eyes who pretended to be pitiful and acted coquettishly, the refusal said no matter what. I couldn't speak anymore, so I could only stammer and evade again, "Next... let's talk about the next time next time."

The corner of Xu Jia's lips curled up, and he drew the man over with his arms around his waist, and rubbed against Fuer's waist, his soft hair looked very cute, "Okay."

"Listen to brother."

Standing aside, Zhou Shun held his breath, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible from just now, and couldn't help but click tut at this moment.

Look.

Some people started to lose face again.