Kiss the wrong pregnant bride

Chapter 217 A Strong Woman Is the Most Touching

In the quiet ward, there was only the sound of water coming from the bathroom. The frosted glass was smudged into a hazy mist by the water vapor, and a beautiful and graceful figure was reflected in it.

Zuo Xiaomo changed the wet clothes on his body, white shirt, the cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his strong bronze arms, he gently wiped the water drops on his hair, but his eyes looked towards the direction of the bathroom from time to time.

Half an hour later, just when Zuo Xiaomo mistakenly thought that Ling Xiaoxi was about to suffocate herself inside, she opened the door in a loose hospital gown, a faint mist filled her body, and her long wet hair Draped on the back, the feet are bare, and the skin is as white as suet, making people want to take a bite.

"Come here." Zuo Xiaomo hooked his fingers at her, Ling Xiaoxi sat on the chair dazedly, with his back to him, obviously not in a good mood, as if he hadn't come out of the shadow of Li Fen's death.

Zuo Xiaomo stood behind her, stroking her hair with his fingers, the wet long hair slid over his palm, leaving faint drops of water, he pressed his lips tightly, took out the hair dryer from the bedside table, and buzzed The sound, as well as the warm feeling of fingers interspersed in the hair, made Ling Xiaoxi narrow his eyes slightly, completely relaxed, and leaned back on the chair.

"I've said it many times, remember to blow dry your hair, why don't you listen to it?" Zuo Xiaomo blamed, a trace of pity was hidden in her deep black eyes, her body had lost a lot of weight, and the disease that was originally fitting The clothes were almost in a loose state, light and fluffy, and there was a feeling of weakness in the whole person.

Ling Xiaoxi turned a deaf ear to his words, she just wanted to be quiet now, her chest was empty, there was no hatred, no pain, just uncomfortably lonely.

Seemingly seeing that her emotions were not high, Zuo Xiaomo didn't say anything more, but thoughtfully dried her hair, then held the comb and combed her smooth long hair, watching the scene Strands of hair fell from between his fingers, and a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Knock, knock, knock." The door was knocked lightly, Zuo Xiaomo turned his head slightly, and saw Zuo Fengyu's sneaky figure, he poked his head in through the crack of the door, and laughed: "Dad "Hey," Then, he glanced at Ling Xiaoxi with complicated eyes, and called softly, "Auntie Ling."

Although the situation was very critical at that time, Zuo Fengyu did not forget everything Ling Xiaoxi had done for him, including her hysterical appearance at the end. Children are the most innocent, and he can feel who is sincere to him. It turns out that the hostility towards Ling Xiaoxi seemed to have completely disappeared after that night, and even in his heart, there was still a bit of an urge to get close to her.

Ling Xiaoxi's body lying on the chair froze suddenly, and he turned his head slowly, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, "Xiaoyu."

"I'll ask the doctor to prescribe medicine for you." Her voice was significantly hoarse, Zuo Xiao said unhappily, put the comb on the bedside, and quickly left the room. Before going out, she did not forget to signal Zuo Feng Yu is here to accompany his aunt well.

The door closed slowly, Zuo Fengyu touched the tip of his nose, only him and Ling Xiaoxi were left, he really didn't know what to say first, should he say hello?Or ask about her physical condition?Without the initial hostility, he didn't know how to get along with Ling Xiaoxi...

"How is your body? Are you okay?" Ling Xiaoxi spoke first, breaking the dull atmosphere in the room, trying to make herself look more relaxed, but the depression in her heart could not dissipate.

Zuo Fengyu nodded obediently, and walked up to her, "I'm fine, don't worry, auntie."

"That's good." Ling Xiaoxi breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps because her whole body was completely relaxed, a feeling of exhaustion emerged spontaneously, her eyelids seemed to become heavy, she struggled a few times, unable to bear Zhou Gong's call , smiled apologetically at Zuo Fengyu: "Xiaoyu going back to the ward? Auntie is a little tired..."

"I'll guard you here, and I'll leave when Daddy comes back." Zuo Fengyu said sensiblely, with a pair of bright eyes, looking at her affectionately, as if looking at a very close relative.

Ling Xiaoxi's dry heart suddenly rushed into a warm current, the child's comfort made her depressed mood a little better, her eyes were slightly red, she smiled at him, got up, leaned on the hospital bed, and fell into a deep sleep .

When Zuo Xiaomo came back with the antipyretics, he only saw Xiaoyu laying on the head of the bed to guard Ling Xiaoxi in a serious manner. The softest part of his heart was suddenly hit by something, and his hard heart softened completely. Walking lightly to the head of the bed, he felt the temperature of her forehead with the back of his hand, and frowned suddenly.

"Is Auntie feeling unwell? Daddy." Zuo Fengyu asked worriedly.

"Well, Auntie has been tired for a long time to save Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu will listen to Auntie in the future, you know?" Zuo Xiaomo said in a low voice, he didn't want Zuo Fengyu to fight against Ling Xiaoxi at this time.

Knowing how to repay kindness, he didn't want his son not to know how to repay kindness since he was a child.

Zuo Fengyu nodded heavily: "Xiaoyu knows, I won't make auntie angry again."

"Good boy." Zuo Xiaomo rubbed his head, his usual cold facial features couldn't help but soften a little at this moment.

Wet the towel with cold water with his own hands, put it on Ling Xiaoxi's forehead, pressed the alarm bell on the bedside, and infused her with anti-fever medicine, while he stayed quietly by the side with the child.

"Daddy," Zuo Fengyu quickly climbed down from the chair, bouncing up to Zuo Xiaomo, pouted in distress, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, everything His thoughts were written all over his face.

Zuo Xiaomo's sharp brows slightly raised, "Huh?"

"Why did Mommy kidnap me? Also, why did Mommy say something that Xiaoyu couldn't understand?" Zuo Fengyu tilted his head. He thought for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out why Bai Zhenzhen did this. In his heart, although Mommy has never been close to him, he still loves her. However, this accident completely overturned his cognition, and all the respect and admiration he once had turned into fear.

Thinking of the scene when he was tied up in the warehouse, Zuo Fengyu couldn't help but shudder slightly.

Zuo Xiaomo's eyes turned cold, and it could be seen that Bai Zhenzhen's actions left a deep mark on his heart, "Xiaoyu, that woman is not your mother, no mother would hurt her child .”

He directly obliterated Bai Zhenzhen's rights as a mother. When she used Zuo Fengyu to take revenge on Ling Xiaosian, she was already unworthy of Xiaoyu's title, not worthy of being his mother!

"But... Mommy is Mommy." Zuo Fengyu retorted, his perception of things is still very simple, either black or white, there is no so-called gray spot in his head, and he doesn't know what is roundabout or Beat around the bush.

Zuo Xiaomo narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him solemnly, "Xiaoyu, if I let Auntie Ling be your mommy, would you be willing?"

Perhaps, he can consider marrying her as a family...

Zuo Fengyu blinked blankly a few times: "What about Mommy?"

He asked Bai Zhenzhen.

"In the future, you will forget about that woman, your mother, only Auntie Ling, are you willing?" Zuo Xiaomo looked at him very seriously, hoping that the child could accept the existence of another mother without psychological burden.

"Is it the stepmother? Like the vicious stepmother in a fairy tale, right?" Zuo Fengyu grabbed Zuo Xiaomo's clothes with a little anxiety, and asked eagerly.

"Do you think Aunt Ling will bully you? Xiaoyu, you are not a child. Daddy hopes that you can think about it and think about it." He would not treat the child as a child of an ordinary family. His son, from birth It is doomed that this life must not be ordinary.

As a father, he wants his son to make his own decisions after careful consideration.

Zuo Fengyu nodded blankly, pouted, and left the room. It seemed that Zuo Xiaomo's question might trouble him for a long time.

When Ling Xiaoxi woke up again, she was completely seduced by the smell of vegetables in the ward. She opened her eyes, and saw Zuo Xiao silently sitting at the European-style round table, enjoying the exquisite steak.

Her first reaction was that she mistakenly thought that she was sent from the hospital ward to a certain hotel suite while she was sleeping soundly. She didn't feel relieved until she saw the familiar furnishings around her.

"Are you treating the ward as a hotel?" She weakly propped herself up from the bed and asked coolly.

Zuo Xiaomo stopped the movements in his hands, put down the knife, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin on the table, his movements were extremely elegant.

"It's called enjoyment. Are you hungry? Here's your dinner." He pointed to the nutritious rice porridge on the bedside in an insulated box, and as expected, Ling Xiaoxi showed an indignant expression.

"Why is it the same dinner, yours is American steak, but mine is light rice porridge? What is this? Sexism?" Ling Xiaoxi glanced at the rice porridge with almost no fishy smell in disgust, then looked at Zuo Xiao There is no appetite for the sumptuous meal in front of Mo.

"Based on your current physical condition, do you think you can enjoy these things?" Zuo Xiaomo raised the corners of her mouth with a half-smile. She still had the strength to argue with herself. It seemed that her emotions had recovered a lot. It can surprise him, originally thought that she would at least recover for a long time, unexpectedly, she just slept for a day, and although she was still a little depressed after waking up, she no longer allowed herself to fall into pain...

His enthusiasm for improvement suddenly dropped, and his expression couldn't help but relax a lot.

Ling Xiaoxi rolled his eyes at him, but never asked to enjoy his lunch again. He drank rice porridge indignantly, and stared at Zuo Xiaomo with blank eyes from time to time.

"When you recover, I'll take you out to eat." Zuo Xiaomo made a promise.

"Do you take me for granted?" Ling Xiaoxi said angrily, gulping down the rice porridge in front of him two or three times.

"Has the fever gone?" Zuo Xiao silently patted the straight suit on her body, got up from the sofa, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, felt the body temperature on her forehead with the back of her hand, and it had returned to normal temperature.

Ling Xiaoxi watched his cautious movements, and felt warm in her heart. This feeling of being cared about made her originally empty heart suddenly filled.

If Mommy is still here, I will be happy for her happiness.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" For example, her relationship with Mommy, or the name she carved on the tombstone, Ling Xiaoxi looked at the man in front of her with complicated eyes, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Zuo Xiaomo's eyebrows twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc: "I won't force you."

What she hides, she will be willing to tell him one day sooner or later, he can wait until the day when she is willing to open her heart.