Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

Zhan Yan took out a new nightdress from the cabinet, then went into the bathroom, put the water, and wanted to give song Buhui a bath.

"Don't regret washing it yourself, Yan Yan's mother, you have a rest!" song took the clothes from her hand, bowed politely to her, then walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Zhan Yan sat down on the princess's bed, listened to the sound of water coming out of the bathroom, and sighed helplessly.

The child is too polite to her. They don't get along like a mother and daughter. They are even stranger than strangers. The child doesn't regard this as a home at all. He just thinks he is a guest.

After taking a bath, song came out of the room, zhanyan held her in bed and coaxed her to sleep.

Song Buhui was very good and soon fell asleep.

Zhan Yan carefully covered the quilt for the child, and then left the room with light hands and feet.

However, at the moment when the door closed, the little girl on the hospital bed suddenly opened her eyes, a pair of small hands clutching the quilt on her body, buried her small face in the pillow, and her body kept shaking and sobbing.

"Mom, mom, don't regret missing you!"

The night was getting deeper and deeper, but song didn't regret but couldn't sleep at all. When song Zijin was still there, the only thing she had to do was to stay by her mother's side and be an obedient child. But now, with her mother dead, she will never see her mother again. She doesn't know what else she can do.

She can only live bravely and strongly according to her mother's instructions.

Song Buhui opened the quilt and got out of bed. With his bare feet, he came to the French window and looked up at the sky outside the window.

Today's weather is fine and the stars are dazzling.

Song Bu regretted that his small body curled up in front of the window and looked up at the stars in the sky.

Mother said that after her death, she would become a star in the sky and look at her all the time.

And she has to keep looking at her mother.

Song Buhui sat in front of the French window all night. She didn't lie back in her bed until dawn.

When Zhan Yan came to call her to get up for dinner in the morning, song Buhui pretended to have just woke up, sat up from the princess's bed, reached out and rubbed her eyes, politely said to Zhan Yan, "Yan Yan's mother is early!"

"Good morning, no regrets!" Zhan Yan bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead, but found that the child's eyes were red and seemed to have cried.

A four-year-old child suddenly lost his mother. For a moment, I'm afraid he can't adapt.

Zhan Yan sighed lightly, hoping that time could slowly fill the scars on song Buhui's heart.

"Go wash your face first, and then go downstairs for breakfast!"

"Well, OK!" song Buhui changed his pajamas and went to the bathroom to wash himself.

Because song doesn't regret that he likes Chinese food, Zhan Yan cooked lean meat porridge and several light dishes.

Fu Beichen had already sat at the table, waiting for them to come down for dinner.

Because I haven't seen Xiao Le since last night, and I don't know where he went?

Zhan Yan couldn't help but ask Fu Beichen, "where's Xiaole? Won't you not come back all night?"

"I thought you didn't want a son when you had a daughter. Now I find that your son hasn't come back all night!" Fu Beichen replied with a smile.

Zhan Yan handed the porridge to song Buhui, and then said with a straight face, "it's more and more outrageous. Fu Beichen, you don't take good care of your son. How old is this? You dare not return all night!"