The Emperor’s Favorite Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 3033 Unreal this time

   His mouth made a babbling sound, as if calling for this long-lost mother.

   Chu Zhuohang spit up some milk on his body while taking care of his young son. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

   The mood is gloomy, and it has not been getting better all the time. Even when taking care of the young son, it is difficult to show a smile.

   There has never been any good news from Gu Yunchen's side.

  Chu Zhuohang is used to coming to accompany his younger son at this time of day, and sometimes takes him to see Su Mi, hoping that Su Mi can wake up earlier in the voice of her younger son.

   But two full months have passed, and everything has not gone in a good direction.

  Chu Zhuohang washed his hands, turned around, and leaned against the door, his eyes flashed, maybe it was an illusion, he saw a pretty figure standing in front of his little son's crib.

   He stretched out his hand and pinched between his eyebrows. Recently, he did have such hallucinations often. Sometimes he would see Su Mi awake, and sometimes he would see her smiling at him.

   It's just that those hallucinations often appear in the morning and evening, and rarely at noon like now.

   He laughed at himself, the corners of his lips were only slightly raised, and then he put them down immediately.

   Immediately, he walked to the crib and looked down at the child.

   The youngest son was babbling, his big eyes flexibly looking at the heights, while Su Mi's figure was still leaning over in front of the crib.

  Su Mi raised her eyes and looked at Chu Zhuohang, he didn't seem to look at him at all, and he didn't have any hope of looking at him, as if he was just a nihilistic existence.

   For a moment, she was even a little panicked, thinking that her existence was an illusion.

   But she quickly felt that when Chu Zhuohang was standing beside her, when the corner of his clothes brushed against his face, there was substance, and when he was close to him, he would also feel the heat.

  Chu Zhuohang did not take the initiative to avoid seeing Su Mi.

   Instead, there were many times when he thought it was true, but the reality disappointed him. When he came back to his senses and went back to the master bedroom, Su Mi was still lying on the bed.

   So now he doesn't care about the existence of the illusory figure around him, afraid that the more hope he has in his heart, the more disappointment he will have.

  Su Mi whispered, "Husband."

  Chu Zhuohang's expression froze for a moment.

   He finally slowly turned his head to look at Su Mi. In his previous illusory dreams, Su Mi was silent, but now, he heard that crispy husband.

   His eyes were like the prelude to a storm, with different ink colors surging.

  Su Mi rushed towards his embrace, leaned against him tightly, and hugged him tightly.

  Chu Zhuohang hugged her tightly with his backhand, buried his head in her shoulder socket, and his back was straight. The illusion this time was a little too real.

   made him unable to believe it for a while, but he indulged in it lazily.

   "Husband." Su Mi leaned against his embrace, confirming the truth of this moment.

   His embrace was still as generous, comfortable and solid.

  Chu Zhuohang looked down at her again, the little son in the crib let out a cry, awakening the two people who were embracing each other.

  Su Mi quickly pushed Chu Zhuohang away, stretched out her arms to hug the child, and whispered, "Baby don't cry, Mommy is here, be good."

  Chu Zhuohang stared blankly at Su Mi who was holding the child, stunned for a moment, and rushed to the master bedroom of him and Su Mi. There was no one on the bed, no one at all!

   (end of this chapter)