Three years of love

Chapter 239 Love (2)
"An'an, listen to me. No matter what, you still have me with you. What you need most now is to rest. Let's talk about it tomorrow when we wake up, okay?" A flash of doubt flashed in his eyes, what happened to An An?Ever since she saw her, she has been saying this sentence as if she lost her soul.

But, who could this him be?

In the past two years, I have not understood Cheng Mu'an.In his eyes, even if Cheng Mu'an was sad, he would never be so desperate.And this year, for the sake of the baby Cheng Mu'an, he seldom even expressed his sadness.Just because he knew she didn't show it didn't mean she was all happy.He even said that unless that person was mentioned in the past two years...

That man...he doesn't know me anymore...

Tang Zhanyang...Xia Tong was taken aback, and the professionalism quickly made him realize the unusualness.Then, his eyes twitched, and he thought to himself, could the person An An mentioned be Tang Zhanyang who had been missing for more than two years?

It's just that no one can give him an answer to his thoughts.

Because Cheng Mu'an had already fallen asleep under his comfort.Facing his eyes full of doubts and his head full of questions, even if Cheng Muan is awake at the moment, in her current state, she can't think of giving herself any useful answers, right?
"Well... Mommy..."

It's baby.Xia Tong jumped up.He hurriedly rushed to the crib beside him, the little guy was really scared just now, but he had to coax him to sleep just now with great difficulty.I'm afraid I'm going to wake up again...

An An, what should I do with your mother and son?

He succeeded in coaxing the little guy into a dream again, and silently turned back to sit in an empty corner of the living room, Xia Tong used cigarettes to anesthetize himself without saying a word.And in his eyes, there was a look of deep shock and disbelief.An An, looking at the bedroom door that he closed tightly just now, he sighed softly again in his heart, An An...

He always thought that Xia Tong, who was born as an orphan, treated Cheng Mu'an as his younger sister and his own relatives to take care of and cherish him.Later, when he had a baby, when he heard the baby's soft childish voice calling him Uncle Chong, although he always corrected the little guy with an annoyed expression on his face, the joy in his heart was beyond the comprehension of outsiders .

His nephew, his sister, they are his relatives...

When thinking this way, he took even more care of this cute little baby.Therefore, he has always regarded An An's mother and son as relatives.However, just today, the moment the ship exploded in front of his eyes, seeing the sea of ​​flames, his heart became numb as if it had been hollowed out at that moment.

Ann...

The only thought is An An...

From now on, he won't be able to see An An's smile, or hear the baby's soft voice like an angel?

When such an idea popped up, even he was stunned.However, just when he was in the abyss of despair and couldn't extricate himself from it, news came from the shore that he had been rescued safely.As the boat left the shore, he walked to the lake in an unknown mood. When he saw their mother and son squatting on the shore in wet clothes, his heart beat wildly and wildly, and the ecstasy in his heart was beyond words. What can be described with pen and ink.

When the love of a loved one is lost...will it be so violent?
Will the feelings of relatives make him lose the thought of living when he thinks that Cheng Mu'an is lost in the flames?
What kind of feelings does he have for An An?
At this time, Xia Tong was in deep thought.Facing the closed bedroom door, his thick eyebrows were frowned, and his usually resolute and capable face was full of distress.Where is the decisiveness and calmness of the past?This kind of Xia Tong is not the person who always kept the word on the case in the past, but he is clearly an ignorant boy who is in love but still doesn't know it...

The night is like a gorgeous brocade, overwhelmingly covering the whole earth.

There was no light on, and the whole living room was silent.

In the darkness, there is only the flickering smell of fireworks in the corner between Xia Tong's fingers.

"Yang, Yang..."

In the bedroom, Cheng Mu'an's sharp cry pierced through the night, successfully creating a crack in the dead darkness.It also woke up Xia Tong, who had been indulging in his own thoughts and unable to extricate himself, An An.

"An'an." After a loud shout, the whole person rushed to the bedroom.

The door was opened from the inside, and Cheng Mu'an ran out in pajamas.As soon as he saw Xia Tong, he threw himself tightly into his arms, his body trembling into a ball, and the sad aura emanating from his body made Xia Tong's heart tangle up.

"An An, come on, let's sit on the sofa and talk about something."

When he realized that the strength in his waist had not decreased but increased, Xia Tong simply bent down and hugged Cheng Mu'an.Gently put it on the sofa, Xia Tong got up and turned on the light, the light refracted by the fluorescent lamp made the whole living room as bright as day, then poured a glass of milk into the cabinet beside him and put it gently in front of Cheng Mu'an, eyebrows Yang Yang looked at Cheng Mu'an who was still crying in despair, and a slow, hoarse voice filled the living room, "Okay, tell me something, I'll be by your side."

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PS: Hey hey. .I'm exhausted. .It's time to secretly write articles during working hours. .There is no way, these days I always want to finish this article as soon as possible, so as not to be scolded by my relatives as a lazy king. .For this article, Yu really didn't deliberately not write it, but the closer to the conclusion of the article, the more strange Yu's mood became. .Sometimes I even feel a little scared when I pick up a pen. .For the final ending of the characters in the text. .Yu wrote here and already has a general direction, but Yu thought that he really ended up like this?This thought made Yu a little sad. .For the helplessness of life, for the troubled life. .Also for all of us who write or read articles, Yuwei wishes all of us happy. .Uh, it seems a bit sad to say a lot about the holidays?Without further ado, I wish you all a Merry Christmas. .

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