After being forced to be his husband's wife

Ning Xiuyuan put the stack of money Qiao Yuan gave him in his pocket.

On the bright side, this was the first thing Qiao Yuan gave him, although the other party wanted to draw a line with him.

At the beginning, he only regarded Cen Li as a prostitute with a clear price tag. Since he owed him, it was normal to pay him back in other ways.

Ning Xiuyuan picked up Thomas who was left at the door of the toy store. The clerk saw the wound on his arm and asked, "Sir, do you need to treat the wound?"

"no need."

The blood slid down the arm, Ning Xiuyuan took a look at the wound, wiped off the blood casually, and ignored it.

Compared with these physical wounds, what he cared more about was the way Qiao Yuan looked at him just now.

Cen Li.

He muttered these two words silently.

If Qiao Yuan was really Cen Li, he would have completely forgotten the past, so they could get to know each other again, but the other party only regarded him as a stranger and had no impression of him at all.

He would often think of when Cen Li talked to him in a gentle voice, walked out of the backlight, smiled innocently, and looked embarrassed because of his questioning.A few teenagers on bicycles passed by him, wearing blue and white high school uniforms, the hem of which was blown back by the wind, they were laughing and talking about what happened today, their faces full of youthful vigor.

The breeze gently brushed his cheeks, bringing a bit of sand and dust. Ning Xiuyuan felt that his eyes were very sour as if they were being rubbed by sand.Ning Xiuyuan drove home, and the house was brightly lit. Whenever Ning Mo ran over and called him daddy in a childish voice, he would feel that this was a home. "Little Mo." Ning Xiuyuan walked into the house and said.

The weather is getting hotter, Ning Mo loves to play. Today, while the servant was not paying attention, he ran to the flowers outside the house. He was bitten by a mosquito on his face. The servant had wiped the medicine, but it was still a little itchy. He can't help stretching out his little chubby hands to scratch, but his nails are trimmed flat, and scratching doesn't work.

It was rare for Ning Mo not to cry. Hearing Ning Xiuyuan's voice, he quickly ran out.

Ning Mo puffed his face, "Dad, hug..."

Ning Xiuyuan hugged Ning Mo and asked, "Why are you so disfigured?"

"Mingming..."

"Don't cry."

Only then did Ning Mo snort, and then suppressed his crying with aggrievedness, blinking his big eyes, and pouted his small mouth with a sullen look.

Ning Xiuyuan brought the toy in front of Ning Mo, "Dad bought you a toy."

"Ming, ming..." Ning Mo hummed twice more.

He is not in the mood to take care of the toys at all now, he grabbed Ning Xiuyuan's hand and put it on the mosquito-stricken bag, "Dad...Dad..."

Ning Xiuyuan, who had just been dismissed with money, became a nanny to serve his son.

"Don't scratch." Ning Xiuyuan said calmly.

Not for this, not for that, Ning Mo was a little upset, he struggled twice, trying to get Ning Xiuyuan to put him down, but accidentally touched the wound on Ning Xiuyuan's arm.

Blood stained his cute SpongeBob SquarePants T-shirt, Ning Mo was startled, and cried with a "wow".

"Wow...clothes...clothes...dirty..." Ning Mo cried sadly. This is his favorite piece of clothing. It is orange and orange.

He is also the most conspicuous among the children.

Ning Xiuyuan thought that Ning Mo saw his wound, and cried in worry, but after listening to what the other party said, he almost couldn't breathe.

"You have no conscience." Ning Xiuyuan put Ning Mo on the ground.

Ning Mo sat down on the ground, immersed in his own sad world and unable to extricate himself.

He doesn't have a mother, and his father said that he picked it up from outside. Today, even his favorite clothes are dirty. Next time he goes out to play, he will definitely be looked down upon by other children.

The servant had already brought the medicine box, Ning Xiuyuan said, "Take care of him, I will handle it myself."

Ning Xiuyuan put the medicine box on the tea table, and simply treated the wound, the puncture was not too deep, it was not as hard as Cen Li used the porcelain piece to pierce his neck.

It was also that day... Cen Li bit his wrist, luckily he called Bai Chengyu over in advance, otherwise it would be too late when he found out.

His grief didn't diminish with the passage of time, on the contrary, it became deeper and deeper. After he was sure that Cen Li was not there, he spent a month in a state of confusion, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

The servant squatted down, "Young master, don't cry, I will wash your clothes for you."

Ning Mo cried twice, he felt that only when he cried would he be taken seriously.

"Mingming... Then, what about mother..." Ning Mo asked.

"..." The servant didn't answer.

Seeing that the adults in front of him stopped talking, Ning Mo's crying intensified again.

The servant glanced at the place where Ning Xiuyuan was sitting. Ning Xiuyuan's wound was almost treated. He got up and handed the toy to Ning Mo, "Don't cry

It is. ”

"I don't want...I want my mother..." Ning Mo threw the toy aside.

Ning Xiuyuan's face darkened, "If you don't want me, I'll lose it."

"... Ming Ming Ming... Ming..." Ning Mo was very sad, his father didn't understand at all what he was thinking.

Ning Xiuyuan let out a long sigh, knelt down and said, "Ning Mo, if you keep crying, Daddy won't like you."

"..." Ning Mo's crying stopped intermittently, "I hate dad..."

Ning Xiuyuan frowned, and taught word by word, "I like Dad."

"...Ming Ming."

"Do you like Dad?"

"... Ming."

"I like Dad." Ning Xiuyuan said again.

"..." Ning Mo stopped crying, swayed his chubby legs, stood up from the ground, and consciously wiped away the tears hanging from his face with his sleeves.

"Follow me, I like Dad." Ning Xiuyuan said.

Ning Mo wiped away his tears, picked up Thomas the Train from the ground, and played happily alone with the toy, forgetting why he was crying just now.

Ning Xiuyuan: ...

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