Chapter 64
Xia Bing didn't want to continue talking about this topic, so he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, your child is in Paris, or did you bring him to China?"

Hearing this, Lillian sighed softly: "I'm in Paris. I just had a video call with my nanny before the party, and the youngest son at home thought about me so much that he cried."

Lilian's eyes turned red, "If I had known earlier, I would have been at home with the child."

There was a layer of mist in the blue pupils, and Xia Bing felt empathy when he saw it.

Thinking of when I took care of Xia Yanyou, I had encountered similar things before, and I couldn't help saying: "Mothers are like this, they can't hear their children cry. My child was sick when he was a child, and he cried heart-rendingly. At that time I stayed up all night without sleeping, holding him all the time..."

Xia Bing's eyes turned red when he talked about the sadness in the past: "Because he doesn't have a father, he has no sense of security. He can't sleep well and wakes up more than ten times a night. If he wakes up and sees He will continue to sleep in my arms, but once he wakes up and finds that he is not in my arms, he will cry out of fear, as if he is afraid of being abandoned..."

Immersed in the past, Xia Bing choked up slightly, not noticing when the surroundings became quiet at all.

When she realized it, her body was hugged from behind.

The thick chest held her tightly in his arms, and the whole body was filled with a clear smell.

Xia Bing's body froze suddenly.

I saw Sang Shijun's white fingertips gently peeling off the broken hair on her forehead, then he lowered his head, leaving a light kiss on her forehead with his thin lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thanks for your hard work."

"It would be nice if I was by your side at that time."

Xia Bing's body trembled, and the black pupils suddenly tightened.

Although she knew that Sang Shijun was just acting on the occasion, but these gentle and caring words were like a trickle, silently infiltrating into her heart, nourishing her already dry heart.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

She has been strong enough to hold up a world for her children, but in these years, who will hold up a world for her?

Never!
She can't escape and be weak at all, she can only keep telling herself to be strong, for the sake of her child, she can't relax, she can only keep fighting!
In a daze, she just remembered that she was also a young lady from a family who never touched the sun.

But when she thinks about the scenery of the past, it makes her feel like a lifetime away.

Xia Bing smiled, a relieved smile curled up on the corner of her lips.

Not important anymore.

It doesn't matter anymore.

As long as Xia Yanyou is by her side, she is satisfied!
There is no threshold that cannot be overcome, and there is no hardship that cannot be tolerated!

She turned sideways, hugged Sang Shijun, and rubbed her face against his chest slightly: "It's not too late for you to appear by my side now."

Sang Shijun's back stiffened.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was acting or it was all real.

Hearing her talk about the sad past, his heart seemed to be tightly wound by some vines, and the pain made him almost out of breath.

In those days, he was also in dire straits, dealing with his fiancée at home, secretly competing with his father, worrying about his grandfather's illness...

When he had dealt with all these and came back to inquire about Xia Bing's news, her life had gradually entered the right track.

(End of this chapter)

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