Chapter 1174 27 Full Years
Anyway, kids have babysitters, don't they?
no.

Ning Xianya said to herself in her heart.

She had loved him too.

She had also looked forward to his birth.

She also imagined that the three of them lived in harmony.

When did it start to change?
Is it because everyone pays attention to her belly and the long-term son/daughter in her belly when she is pregnant, and ignores her as a pregnant woman?

Is it because when she was lying in bed after giving birth, everyone was around the child, but no one noticed her postpartum depression?
The child was crying, and she picked it up, but the nanny said that she was holding her in the wrong position, and she wanted to do this, this, and this.

The child is hungry, and she wants to feed her milk powder. Breast milk is the best food for a child. It is suggested that she follow up with milk.

She's not right to do this, and she's not right to do that.

She cried to Mo Mingcheng, and Mo Mingcheng said, what is there to care about such a trivial matter?
No one thought about how she was feeling.

She thought she was married to love, but found that she was just a walking womb.

She is lost, she is in pain.

As soon as she heard the child cry, she became irritable and even wanted to hit him.

She could only let the nanny hold him far away, out of sight.

Sharapova came to hear that she was not in good condition, so she came to see her in person, and suggested that she put the child aside for a while, and go out with Mo Mingcheng for a date or get together with her best friends and girlfriends to relieve her mood.

She obediently went out.

Once out, she couldn't take it anymore.

Every day, no one would choose the former when they go out to have fun with a child who can only cry and dress up.

Her mood improved day by day, and her attitude towards the child gradually became peaceful.

However, the good times did not last long.

She found out that Mo Mingcheng cheated on her!

Not only cheated, but also had an illegitimate daughter!

The moment she got the news, her world collapsed.

She became hysterical.

She scolded Mo Mingcheng until Mo Mingcheng didn't dare to go home, but frightened the child into crying.

In a fit of anger, she spread the fire on the child.

The nanny came to persuade her, but she dismissed the nanny.

Sharapova heard the news, came to see her in person, and enlightened her several times.

She had forgotten the specific content, but she couldn't listen to anything - in her mind, Sharapova must be on Mo Mingcheng's side.

But what Sharapova said later, she always remembered.

Sharapova asked her: "In two days, Jun Ting will be three years old, right?"

She thought that the other party was going to celebrate Mo Junting's birthday, so she let out a "huh" without a mood.

Sharapova said: "Three years old, you can leave your mother."

She broke out in a cold sweat at that time, terrified: "You...Are you going to kill me to silence me?"

Sharapova smiled, but she didn't know if it was ridicule or what: "In two days, I'll take him back to live for a while, and bring him back after you adjust your mood."

This wait is ten years.

Until Sharapova died, she did not go to pick up the child.

Ning Xianya slowly sat on the ground, covering her face.

This was the first time she recalled those dark days exactly.

This is also the first time she has faced her own heart.

She thought her postpartum depression had been cured, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that everything was over.

She has been depressed.

Been depressed for over 20 years.

Sharapova has been dead for so many years, and she hasn't even adjusted her mood.

Thinking about it carefully, the Mo family treated her well.

The only person who felt sorry for her was Mo Mingcheng, and the only person who felt sorry for her was the fact that she was tricked into having an illegitimate daughter.

And she, I'm sorry Mo Junting for 27 years!
(End of this chapter)

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