Does the lord lack a pendant?

Chapter 987 It's True
Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant. People don't know her, so they can mock her. What should she do if she even despises her own son?
Seeing her tears, little persimmon Xu suddenly stretched out his little lotus root arms and rushed towards her, shouting: "Cool...cool..."

Yue Jianxi embraced him excitedly: "You brat, I didn't raise you for nothing."

Little persimmon grabbed her chest with her small hand: "It's cool... eat."

Yue Jianxi patted his hand lightly: "Food." Then she raised her head and asked the nurse, "Haven't you eaten today?"

The nanny smiled and said: "I have eaten it, I just ate it not long ago, little persimmon is acting like a baby with you, Wangfei."

Little Persimmon stared at Yue Jianxi unblinkingly with a pair of black and bright eyes, as if wondering why Liang had to cover her veil, and why her mother was not as soft as before.

Yue Jianxi asked all the waiters to go.

Sitting down with the little persimmon in his arms, he looked at him and said, "My good son, something happened to my mother, so I'm getting old now."

Enduring the worry in her heart, she took off her veil, revealing an old wrinkled face.

Little Persimmon frowned slightly, stretched out her small hand to touch her face, and shouted: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's cold, it doesn't hurt."

Yue Jianxi burst into tears. With such a son, she has nothing to regret.

She knew her son was bright, maybe even a little precocious.

So she didn't want to hide it from him. The son must know what she has become now.

"Mother doesn't hurt, there's little persimmon here, so mother doesn't hurt at all." Yue Jianxi hugged him tightly, tears still didn't stop.

She had heard before that some mothers changed their hairstyles and dyed their hair, and after a few months, the children could not recognize their mothers, causing the mothers to cry.

In the past, she felt that those mothers were hypocritical, that children knew something, and they would get to know each other when they got along with each other.

But now I know that the mother is really the most fragile creature, and others can hurt it in any way, but the flesh and blood of her own pregnancy is the most painful and deadly.

This is what Lian Lusheng saw when he entered the room. The woman was holding her son and crying, as if she had been greatly wronged.

He stood at the door without making a sound, until Yue Jianxi's crying stopped, and Little Persimmon called out, "Father...Father..."

Only then did Lian Lusheng walk over: "Why are you crying, the majestic Princess Regent might still be bullied."

Yue Jianxi rolled his eyes at him: "Who else can there be except you."

Little Persimmon stretched out his hand to grab Lian Hesheng, and Lian Hesheng gently held his hand: "I haven't seen you for a month, why have you gained so much weight again?"

"He's growing up now, so you should worry if he's not fat." Yue Jianxi sniffed, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

Little Persimmon grabbed Lian Hesheng's hand to touch Yue Jianxi's face, and said childishly, "Wipe...wipe."

Lian Lisheng's face is dark, dead boy, how could this be something that a regent of his generation should do, and he wipes away tears when a woman sheds her own tears?
But facing Little Persimmon's innocent and expectant face, he still took out his hand and donated it to Yue Jianxi: "It's so dirty, use this."

Yue Jianxi held the little persimmon and stuffed it into his arms: "No need, I'll wash it and take care of my son."

Then she put on a veil and went out.

Lian Liangsheng frowned slightly, it felt as if he had abused her, and this amnesia was not what he wanted.

(End of this chapter)