After the rebirth, the concubine wants to divorce

Autumn is here and the weather is getting cooler. When Lu Zeyu went to Dr. Jiang for an examination, he heard the heartbeat of the child in his stomach for the first time.

Again and again, like a small, throbbing flame, Lu Zeyu caressed his stomach and smiled. This time, he must protect him!

In the evening, when the rain had been pattering all day, Lu Zeyu lay on the dining table, muttering: "Hey... I'm going to eat bird's nest again tonight... I want spicy food, Luo Yichen, I want to eat stinky doufu. "Luo Yichen fondled his hair and said: "Hey, bear with it, Doctor Jiang said that you took medicine today and you can't eat hot food."

"Hmm..." Lu Zeyu raised his watery eyes and looked at him. Luo Yichen was taken aback for a moment, then leaned over and kissed his forehead, and said, "It's dangerous for you to look at me so cutely... "

"What's dangerous?" Lu Zeyu tilted his head and smiled sweetly, asking knowingly.

"Do you really want to know?" Luo Yichen's voice was low, and Chen Butler stood aside, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

A pale lightning flashed across the window, and a pleasant and gentle male voice sounded: "Yi Chen..."

Luo Yichen's body was shaken, and he straightened up slowly. A thunder blasted in Lu Zeyu's heart. He took a deep breath, raised his head, and saw the man with a pale smile dragging the suitcase.

Mo Sijin... Memories cut Lu Zeyu's heart like a knife. He still remembered how this person framed him in his previous life and caused him to lose his child.

Lu Zeyu subconsciously covered his abdomen and grabbed Luo Yichen's sleeve. Luo Yichen lowered his head, stroked Lu Zeyu's hair lightly, and said, "Xiao Yu, are you alright?"

Mo Sijin was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I came back at the wrong time, Yichen, you don't need to worry about me, I just want to come... just to see you, I'm satisfied with just one glance." After finishing speaking, Mo Sijin Picking up the suitcase, he turned around and walked into the heavy rain. His hand shook, the suitcase fell to the ground, and the clothes were scattered all over the floor. Mo Sijin squatted down to pick it up, his hands trembling.

Luo Yichen frowned, and walked over with big strides, the guards at the side rushed forward to hold an umbrella for him, Lu Zeyu wanted to run over, but Housekeeper Chen stopped him and said, "Your Highness, don't go out, it's raining outside."

Standing in front of Mo Sijin, Luo Yichen said calmly, "What happened to your hand?"

Mo Sijin packed her luggage with trembling hands, and said softly, "I'm fine, don't worry about me..."

Luo Yichen frowned, raised his voice and said, "What happened to your hand?!"

Mo Sijin's shoulders trembled, he raised his head, his handsome and delicate face was covered with tears, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yichen, I'm sick, I can't play the violin anymore."

Luo Yichen was stunned, Mo Sijin stood up, hugged Luo Yichen, and cried: "Yichen, I'm sorry, I left you not because I changed my mind, but because I didn't want you to know that I can't play the violin with my hands, I I don't want to be your burden, I have always loved you, I'm sorry..."

Looking at Luo Yichen's back, Lu Zeyu suddenly felt very tired. After a burst of thunder, heavy rain poured down.

In the room, Lu Zeyu was sitting on the bed in a daze. Steward Chen handed over a glass of milk and said, "Your Highness has already guessed that Mr. Mo's return means His Majesty the Emperor. He is now negotiating with His Majesty. Please don't worry, Your Highness. Your Highness is done talking." Afterwards, maybe Mr. Mo will be sent back to a hospital in France for treatment..."

"He won't." Lu Zeyu whispered.

"Ah? What did you say?" Steward Chen asked with some doubts.

Lu Zeyu took the milk, took a sip, and said, "Luo Yichen will never send Mo Sijin away, I know." Steward Chen looked at him, speechless.