Chapter 211 Only Hurts for a While

Sitting on the head of the bed, he opened his fingers lightly. It was a small iron box. When the iron box was opened, there were pieces of torn paper inside. There are many that have not been glued. These are not easy to stick, and they are not easy to find. It takes a lot of effort and time to make them.

It's hard to imagine that he, a busy man, searched for, collaged, and then glued these pieces of paper that looked like puzzles.

He took out one, and it showed a man with perfect and handsome facial features. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, as if he was smiling, a little helplessly, even teasing.

He put his fingers on his lips, but he couldn't touch the curve between his lips at all. Is he really smiling? And he really can't remember.

He let out a sigh of relief, took out those pieces of paper one by one, and put them on his lap, wanting to find out the same ones, and he also wanted to know what kind of expression he still had, was it He himself does not know.

It was left by that woman, and he tore it up with his own hands. He originally wanted to throw it away, but for some reason, he couldn't give it up. He even regarded these things, which can be said to be waste paper, as treasures. personal collection.

He focused on looking for the pieces that could be pasted together, but he didn't realize that the woman beside him had opened her eyes, and those beautiful eyes that were originally gentle, now began to look ferocious, and there was that kind of Call it something to be jealous of.

Is his heart on her? Will it be on a woman? Or, is his heart still in his chest.

Instead of giving this pile of papers.

She was so jealous that she wanted to die, she lowered her eyes, and her fingers grabbed the quilt with all her strength, wishing she could scratch the quilt on her body.

Pretending to turn sideways, she tightly closed her eyes, four years, four years have passed, Lily, tell you, where is your heart, where is it? You didn’t give it to me, then you said, you said, who did you give it to, who did you give it to?

She put her hand on her lower abdomen. Here, I don't know if there will be a child today. If a child is used to maintain the relationship and marriage between two people, is it really too sad? Well, she doesn't want this kind of life, but she can't help it, the child, she must conceive the child.

The moon is bright and the night is dark.

It seems that many people will feel sleepless, but more people are sleeping in the dreamland, where there are joys and angers, and there will be dreams, but in the end there is nothing.

Xiao Yudian snuggled up to her mother, still holding her baby in her arms. Xia Ruoxin just touched her daughter's pink face, smiled and encouraged her, "Xiao Yudian, don't be afraid, okay? It will only hurt a little, and Mom will be there outside."

Xiao Yudian blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, and then hugged Xia Ruoxin's neck tightly.

"Mom, does it really only hurt once?" She curled up in Xia Ruoxin's arms, because she was in so much pain that she would cry.

"Well, believe me, mom has never lied to Xiao Yudian, it really only hurts for a while," Xia Ruo felt sorry for her daughter's hair, but also lied to her, she held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

How could such a small girl bear this, she was only three years old.