Yun Shao's private baby

Chapter 349 Handsome uncle, how about being my daddy? (3)
How does this kind of studio owner know the real identity of Yun Mochen? Shen Yayan has never been able to figure it out, but she doesn't find it strange. After all, Yun Mochen has become famous in Nanshui City. There is also his industry, and it is only natural that people pay a little attention to it.

Four years later, that man's worth seems to have increased by another level, but what about her?
Shen Yayan walked in the rain with an umbrella, and when the cold wind blew, she shivered from the cold, and the umbrella in her hand was also crumbling. If it wasn't for the umbrella to block the wind and rain, it would be easy for people to have the illusion that she was about to be blown by the wind .

Occasionally passing by the dim street lights, reflected on her delicate figure, she looks more desolate and weak, making people want to take care of her.

As Shen Yayan was walking, somehow she remembered Mo Lingjing's domineering face, she shook her head with a smile, a man like Yun Mochen must have women around him, and what Shen Yayan hated the most was that One point, there is also his helplessness as the head of the Yun family, even if he doesn't want to, he still has to obey the vulgar customs like the feudal society.

As for herself, since when did she become so spineless, even asking for money from her love rival.

As soon as this thought came out, Shen Yayan's thin body froze for a few seconds, rival in love?
Did she regard Mo Lingjing as a rival in love?
After thinking about it, it was an hour since Shen Yayan walked home. There were no street lights in the alley, so she went upstairs in the dark, as if this kind of thing had become a habit.

Pushing open the dilapidated iron door, Shen Yayan's heart, which has been drifting for a long time, finally felt a sense of relief. The house was very quiet. She turned on the small light, and the small living room was very deserted. She looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and it was eleven o'clock. , she sighed almost sadly, with a trace of unspeakable pain in her heart.

Her son was forced to lock her at home every night. Even when the little guy was sick, Shen Yayan never gave up the chance to make money. Who could understand this kind of sadness?

Last night, due to Xiao Zhezhe's sudden high fever, Shen Yayan failed to go to the employer's home as a tutor, and several of them were already dissatisfied with her. Although she could afford it if she didn't do it for a day, she was afraid that the employer would be unhappy and resign her. It will be difficult to find it later.

The sadness and helplessness of all kinds of life impacted her heart. Even though she was used to this kind of life these years, every time she went home and saw her son's sleeping face, Shen Yayan couldn't help feeling distressed.

Finally, Shen Yayan understood a truth, why in front of Mo Lingjing, she would have no backbone to ask for money from that woman.In fact, for the poor whose livelihood is a problem, backbone has long become a luxury.

Besides, she didn't do anything wrong, so why don't she rely on the benefits she gets from her own labor?Thinking of it this way, my sour heart felt a little better.

Shen Yayan thought, if Mo Lingjing still offered her a high price for makeup tomorrow, she would definitely agree and never say those mean words against that woman again.

Little Zhezhe needs love and care too much, so what does it matter if she suffers a little bit and suffers a little anger.

After adjusting her thoughts, Shen Yayan leaned on the sofa in the living room for a while before she pushed open the bedroom door, the little guy must have fallen asleep.

Afraid of surprising her son, Shen Yayan walked to the bed in the dark, reached out and turned on the orange lamp on the desk, and the quiet and narrow bedroom suddenly became warm. Son, seeing Shen Yayan's nose sore, she shed tears from heartache.

She is really an incompetent mother. The time she spends with her son is always so short that she can't spare time even on weekends. living expenses.

In a trance, the little figure in the quilt squirmed slightly, and with this movement, that slightly ruddy handsome face collided with Shen Ya's bright eyes.

The little guy frowned, as if he was sleeping restlessly, his light black eyes trembled slightly and did not open, his red lips were blocked twice, and he said something that Shen Yayan didn't understand.

Shen Yayan's heart froze, an ominous premonition fainted from the bottom of her heart, she reached out and touched the little guy's forehead, the temperature was horribly hot, for a while, Shen Yayan's finally clear thoughts were confused by her son's fever again.

"Azhe, Azhe!" Shen Yayan patted the little guy's blushing face, and called his name softly, her heart ached stronger and stronger.

The little guy seemed to be clear yet confused, wanted to open his eyes but couldn't lift his heavy eyelids, and fell asleep again with a soft whisper from his thin lips.

Shen Yayan's heart was completely flustered, the movements of her hands increased, and her voice raised a little, "Azhe, wake up, Azhe!"

The little guy frowned but didn't make any more promises. Shen Yayan cried out in anxiety. In a panic, she quickly took out her mobile phone and called Gu Xiaotian with trembling hands. On such a rainy night, he was the only person she could turn to for help.

However, the phone rang for a long time without being able to answer it. Shen Yayan suddenly thought that Gu Xiaotian had gone to other places to shoot. Even if he called him at this time, he would not be able to come back. Her behavior like this was simply doing useless work.

Seeing the uncomfortable appearance of the person on the bed, Shen Yayan endured the heartache and lifted the quilt, and hugged her son, only to find that the little guy was already soaked through.

On this rainy night, a helpless woman carried her three-year-old son to the hospital. In the dark alleys and narrow roads, Shen Yayan could not see the road in front of her several times because she was holding her son. The mother and son almost fell down. After a day, the body was very tired, and the hands holding Xiao Zhezhe began to tremble non-stop.

After finally getting out of the alley, the rain was still falling, Shen Yayan was standing on the side of the road holding an umbrella with one hand and holding her son in the other, the cold wind blowing, drying the tears on her face, Shen Yayan's delicate figure trembled even more.

It is difficult to get a taxi at this location, and with such an environment, it is estimated that there will be no taxi until dawn.

But who should she turn to for help in this place?
She doesn't know anyone except Gu Xiaotian, and the colleagues in the photo studio don't have the condition to come and help her.

At this time, Shen Yayan really had the urge to cry and cry, even a thousand cuts were not enough to describe the pain in her heart.

Yun Mochen's figure suddenly flashed in his mind, it seemed that only he had the condition to help her.

She lowered her eyes to look at her son who was nestled in her arms. The night was too dark and it was raining again. She couldn't see the expression on the little guy's face clearly. She only knew that at this moment, he was very hot and was clinging to her tightly. Her chest seemed to be scalding her heart.

Because of the fever, Xiao Zhezhe was not as lively as before, but he nestled in Shen Yayan's arms obediently, panting rapidly, probably because he was sick and uncomfortable.

Shen Yayan was afraid that her son would get caught in the rain, so the umbrella in her hand almost half covered the little Zhezhe in her arms, and she herself was already drenched by the rain, and she became more and more awake.

(End of this chapter)