Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 749 Process
Jiang Junjie stopped the car in front of the apartment, still holding the steering wheel tightly, turned his head to look at Mijia and said in distress, "Sister, did I do something wrong, should I not go to see her?"

Miya shook his head, smiled at him, and said, "Do as you want this time, if you think she can forgive, if you want to forgive her, then accept it again, don't worry about others, and don't let yourself regret .”

In fact, after what happened to Wu Wenlan, she understood more about the value of the impermanence of the world. If she waited until there was no way to recover and then regretted it, it would really be useless.

Looking at him, Mijia stretched out his hand to pull his hand, patted his hand, and said, "Do what you think in your heart, and don't regret not making a choice now, even if you know the result will be the same. We are also mentally prepared for the pain, if it really changes, wouldn't it be very good?"

Jiang Junjie looked at her with a bitter expression, and said, "Sister, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid it will be the same result."

"Junjie, tell me, can you really not recognize her?" Mijia asked, looking into her eyes, not allowing him to evade the question.

Jiang Junjie couldn't answer, because he didn't have an answer himself, he wanted to admit it, but didn't dare.

Miya patted his head and said, "Don't answer me in a hurry, think about it for yourself, think about what you want most in your heart, and do it when you think of it, don't make yourself regret it, even if you choose Wrong, it's no big deal, sister will always be behind you, being your backing, supporting you."

Jiang Junjie looked at her, stretched out his arms and hugged Mi Jia for a while, and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, sister."

Mi Jia patted him on the shoulder and said, "There's nothing you can't get through, everything will be fine, don't worry too much, just do what you want."

Letting her go, Jiang Junjie nodded and assured her, "I know, I will, don't worry."

Miya smiled gratifyingly, and said, "Okay, when you go back, drive slowly, don't ignore random thoughts, and pay more attention to Lu, I'll go up first."

"Well, I know." Jiang Junjie also smiled at her, different from the bitterness just now, the smile now came from his heart.

Miya got out of the car, stood at the door watching him turn around and leave, and then turned and entered the community.

When Mi Jia returned home, Cheng Yue had already returned, holding the baby around in the living room, the little guy was still awake today, and was still crying while being held in Cheng Yue's arms.

Mi Jia put down the bag in his hand, stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?" As he spoke, he took the little guy from his hand with some distress.

Cheng Yue's face was not very good-looking, he just said something in a low voice, then turned around and went upstairs.

When Mijia was wondering, Aunt Qin came from the kitchen with a baby bottle, and said to Mijia in a low voice, "At night, Hanghang saw his grandma's photo, and kept staring at his grandma, crying and clamoring for grandma. I searched all over the house, but I just don’t want to sleep.”

Hearing this, Mi Jia understood immediately, and Cheng Yue was afraid that he would also think of Wu Wenlan.

Sitting on the sofa with the child in his arms, he adjusted his posture so that the child fell on his lap, took the bottle from Aunt Qin's hand, and then passed the pacifier into the child's mouth.

The little guy was tired from crying, and also a little hungry, so he sucked desperately when he touched the pacifier.

"Hey." Aunt Qin sighed softly, looked at the little guy lying in Mijia's arms drinking milk, stroked his hair lightly, and said in a low voice, "You said that this blood relationship is really broken, Even such a young child doesn’t understand anything, but he knows how to call and look for grandma when he sees her.”

Miya was also a little sad, and said in a low voice, "Mom is so kind to Hang Hang, she was with him most of the time when she was alive."

Aunt Qin patted Mi Jia on the shoulder and said, "Take your time, not yet, it will get better after a long time."

Mitya nodded and smiled at Aunt Qin.

"You look at the child first, I haven't cleaned up the kitchen yet, go and clean up first." Aunt Qin said and walked towards the kitchen.

The little guy closed his eyes and fell asleep before finishing his milk, leaning against Miya's arms, as quiet as an angel at the moment.

Mijia gently pulled out the pacifier in his mouth, tried not to disturb him, put the bottle on the low table, kissed his forehead, and carefully stood up from the sofa.

The sudden suspension made Xiaojia a little uncomfortable, sobbed and frowned with some displeasure.

Seeing this, Mi Jia quickly reached out to pat him, shook him slightly, and told him in a low voice that his mother was by his side.

The little guy didn't know if he heard it. He rubbed his head and found a place in her arms again, and continued to sleep peacefully with his brows loosened.

Miya breathed a sigh of relief, and gently rocked him to make him sleep more peacefully, then quietly walked towards the kitchen, greeted Aunt Qin, and then carried the child upstairs.

When I got to the upstairs room, the balcony door was open, and the faint smell of cigarettes was blown in by the wind from the balcony.

Miya gently put the little guy on the bed, pulled the quilt over his stomach, sat half-sat on the bed for a while, saw that the little guy wasn't used to it, then lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly before standing up Come.

Take a look at someone smoking a cigarette outside the window and walk towards him.

It was a bit cold outside the balcony, and the smell of cigarettes filled the air even more chilling.

Not wanting the little guy in the room to inhale too much nicotine, Mijia just gently closed the balcony door when going out.

Cheng Yue turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Is Hang Hang asleep?"

Miya smiled at him and nodded, "I just fell asleep." As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the French windows on the balcony side. The curtains in the room were pulled aside. You can see it right from the bed.

Cheng Yue followed her gaze and saw the little guy lying on the bed, and then he felt relieved, turned his head away, and took another deep drag on his cigarette.

Miya walked towards him, reached out to hug him from behind, put his face on his back, and said in a low voice, "Didn't it be agreed, we all need to get better gradually, and everything will welcome a better future."

Cheng Yue wringed out the cigarette butt in his hand, put his hand on hers, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

Miya leaned behind him and shook his head, "Don't apologize to me, you know I don't like it." He had never been sorry to her, and besides, there was no need for an apology between husband and wife.

"I can't help myself to think, the more I watch Hanghang cry at night, the more uncomfortable I feel." Cheng Yue said, staring at the dark night sky.

Miya pushed his body up from behind, looked into his eyes and said. "I know, I understand everything, let's take our time, don't worry, if we miss our mother, let's take a look at the photos for a while."

It takes a process to be sad, and no one can forget all of them just by saying they forget.

(End of this chapter)