his spring breeze

Chapter 532

Looking at Shang Jiang Chunhe's murderous eyes, it was like returning to the noisy days before, when there were not so many things, and there were not so many changes in life.

At that time, she still had a narrow smile in her eyes.

It's gone now.

She became vigilant and pretended to be strong, but in fact she became more and more cowardly and timid.

Shen Chaosheng sighed secretly in his heart, pinched Jiang Chunhe's face, and rubbed her face.

"This is the last time I hugged you, rubbed against you, kissed you half a year ago, stay with me for a while, and leave later."

"No, I still have something to do, I have to go first."

Shen Chaosheng turned a deaf ear to it, "After you go back, you tell my third sister that I have given up and won't pester you anymore, and then don't come to see me for the next six months, wait until I go out."

"Are you really not pestering me?"

"Oh, that's a good idea." Seeing her relieved look, Shen Chaosheng couldn't help feeling angry.

If possible, he really wanted to dig Jiang Chunhe's heart to see if it was made of stone.

Does she really not like him at all?
Don't like it at all? ?

I am afraid that if I ask this question, I will be disappointed by the answer I get!

Shen Chaosheng raised his index finger and poked Jiang Chunhe's forehead.

"Idiot, I'm afraid that my third sister will deal with you! Usually I treat you so well, why do you turn a blind eye to it?"

"Because I only have one heart, I gave it to Shen Zhichen, and I can't give it to another person."

"I wait."

Shen Chaosheng said every word in a low voice.

"When do you take your heart away from Shen Zhichen, when the time comes——I want this heart."

He held her for a while and finally let her go.

Staring at Jiang Chunhe's back, Shen Chaosheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that it would be half a year before we met again.

Jiang Chunhe.

wait for me.

……

Shen Xiuqin was waiting in the lobby.

Jiang Chunhe told Shen Xiuqin that Shen Chaosheng had given up on him.

Shen Xiuqin nodded in satisfaction, "According to the agreement, you will not come to Chaosheng again for the next six months."

"Well, I see."

Jiang Chunhe came out of the police station and planned to go home.

Before he could take a few steps, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Immediately afterwards, a puddle of water flowed on the ground.

That's amniotic fluid, broken.

She fell to the ground with her stomach in her arms, sweating from the pain, holding her last breath, and called 120.

Before she fell into a coma, she could only see a few pedestrians running towards her...

The child...to keep her child.

In Jiang Chunhe's mind, there was only this last thought left.

……

The red light in the operating room came on.

Jiang Chunhe, who was given anesthesia, heard the doctors talking in a daze.

"Pregnant women are bleeding heavily, go to the blood bank to adjust the blood!"

"Difficult labor, the situation is not optimistic."

"Hey, do your best, first protect your lord..."

"Doctor..." Jiang Chunhe said with great difficulty, "Please, please save the child for me, please..."

Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, and with her last breath, she said this sentence.

"I'm sorry, our hospital has a clear rule that if the childbirth is difficult now, it must be kept safe."

"The rules are man-made... I have the right to decide his life and death for this child... Please, please, save the child for me..."

"Where is your husband? How about this? If you insist on keeping the child, you need to ask your husband to sign the consent form for the operation."

"My husband, he's not here... Please, no matter what happens, you must keep my child..."

No matter who this child is, whether it is born by Shen Chao or Shen Zhichen, she wants to do her best to keep it.

He, in the stomach for more than ten months, grew up bit by bit.

He should live.

must live.

The anesthetic gradually took effect, and after Jiang Chunhe said the last sentence, "Be sure to keep the child", he finally closed his eyes...

In the corner of her eyes were her crystal clear tears.

……

half year later.

It's winter, early winter.

It just snowed in Ningcheng yesterday, the temperature today is a bit low, the ground is covered with snow, and the ice is covered with a layer of frost. Winter in Ningcheng always comes earlier than other places.

Streets with people coming and going, vehicles moving slowly.

On the street in the window, if you look around, you can see a petite woman wearing a white down jacket, a red hat covering her black hair, and a fluffy ball hanging on it.

Her skin is delicate, crystal-clear, translucent, and she has a slender figure. She holds a half-old child in her arms, which is tightly wrapped.

It's a boy.

Powder carved jade.

"Sichen, your father should be back next week, do you miss your father?" Jiang Chunhe asked.

The half-old child, how can he talk, just nestled in his mother's arms, trying to resist the severe winter.

Jiang Chunhe wrapped the child in his arms tightly, and couldn't help taking a deep breath, as if talking to himself:

"Mom, I... I'm a bad namer. I'll call you Shen Sichen for the time being. I don't know if your father would like it. If he wants to change your name, we'll listen to him, okay?"

The little child still didn't speak.

Jiang Chunhe looked at the son in his arms.

Long eyelashes, clean and fair little face, small lips pursed, eyebrows and eyes are still closed, but in fact the outline resembles her, and the shadow of Shen Zhichen can be vaguely caught between the eyebrows and eyes.

But I don't know if it's because of Shen Chaosheng's words that day...

Occasionally, she would be in a daze, thinking that this child actually looked a bit like Shen Chaosheng.

No.

Will not.

This child belongs to Shen Zhichen.

Certainly not Shen Chaosheng.

Jiang Chunhe shook his head, got rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and walked away quickly with the child in his arms.

"I'm back."

Sun Yanyan greeted Jiang Chunhe to come in, patted off the snowflakes on her body, and dragged Jiang Chunhe in.

Jiang Chunhe nodded and changed his shoes at the entrance.

"Mom, where's my dad?" Jiang Chunhe lowered his eyebrows and asked his mother while holding the child.

"You're back."

On the sofa, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Jiang Chunhe heard the sound and looked over.

A man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face was handsome and distinct, and there was a eye-catching tear mole under the corner of his right eye. To him, nothing had changed in half a year.

"you……"

Jiang Chunhe blinked.

Some trance.

Then the brows stretched.

"You, you're out of prison."

"Chunhe, this is Zhichen's fourth uncle, right? He came looking for you, so I let him in." Sun Yanyan said to Jiang Chunhe.

Sun Yanyan didn't know what kind of person Shen Chaosheng was.

Jiang Chunhe didn't speak, but walked to Shen Chaosheng with the child in his arms.

Shen Chaosheng looked at Jiang Chun and the little guy in his arms, and couldn't help curling his lips into a half-smile.

"The child looks like you, but not Shen Zhichen."

(End of this chapter)