Chapter 1211 Qin Qiao vs Zhan Qing

Chapter 1213

Looking at him standing there in such a state of despair, Qiaoqiao felt suffocated by the pain.

She couldn't imagine how Uncle Jiu survived day after day.

He had to smile in front of the child and not give him negative emotions.

And after the child fell asleep, the busy day stopped.

When the body was no longer tired, the heart was empty, and he began to miss.

The crazy and bone-eroding miss imprisoned him and made him unable to move.

Just like Uncle Jiu at this moment, Qiaoqiao sat there and watched, anxious.

She knew in her heart that this was a record of the past, and it was already a thing of the past.

Uncle Jiu was fine now because she was back.

However, Qiaoqiao still felt so painful that she wanted to shout and scream.

She wanted to tell Uncle Jiu, "Uncle Jiu, I'm fine, don't worry about me, don't miss me, I'm fine, fine, I miss you too..."

"I'm at Xi Yin's place, come find me, find me..."

Qiaoqiao's lips were trembling, and she forgot to breathe.

She just stared at Uncle Jiu with her mouth open, anxious for him to move.

In Qiaoqiao's anxious eyes, Uncle Jiu finally moved, and Qiaoqiao also exhaled.

He knelt on one leg on the bed and kissed Zhanshu again.

On his forehead, on his face, again and again.

Qiaoqiao suddenly bit her arm...

Every kiss from Uncle Jiu was like a knife stabbing into her heart.

Zhanshu was their child, his only comfort at this time.

Uncle Jiu kissed so carefully, afraid of waking the child.

Uncle Jiu was using the child to distract his thoughts about her, because it was too painful, he had to live, not die of pain...

Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, she couldn't bear to see Uncle Jiu in such pain, her heart was pulled together.

Qiaoqiao looked at the progress bar of the playback, and it slid directly to the beginning.

She couldn't bear to see Uncle Jiu's painful scene...

However, she wanted to see Zhanshu's growth process, and not being able to participate in his growth would be the biggest regret of her life.

Being able to watch it now is also the greatest comfort to her.

When she clicked to play again, Qiaoqiao leaned weakly on the sofa.

There were still tears on her face, and her eyelashes were wet and clump together.

On the screen, Zhan Qing was holding Zhan Shu in his arms, and he should have just turned one month old.

Zhan Shu kept crying, and his voice was very loud. Hearing this cry, Qiaoqiao's heart ached again.

She watched Uncle Jiu holding Zhan Shu in one hand and making milk powder with the other.

I don't know if it's inconvenient to have one hand, or if he just became a father and doesn't know how to make milk powder.

Uncle Jiu seemed a little flustered, and Zhan Shu was still crying.

Qiaoqiao bit her lip, and she was anxious to get into the screen to help.

Although she didn't know how to make milk powder, she could hold the child, coax him and comfort him.

In this way, Uncle Jiu wouldn't be so flustered.

Occasionally, you can hear Uncle Jiu's comforting voice, which is very low and deep, but very gentle.

Qiaoqiao couldn't help crying again, and felt that the softest part of her heart was broken.

However, looking at Uncle Jiu and the child on the screen, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips again, and the happy smile was filled with regretful pain.

On the screen, Uncle Jiu held the bottle and walked to the bedside with Zhanshu in his arms.

Zhanshu was still crying heart-wrenchingly, crying so hard that his tears could not stop falling.

She could only watch and could do nothing.

"Uncle Jiu..." Qiaoqiao bit her lips and murmured, her voice full of pain.

When the pacifier was put into Zhanshu's mouth, the crying stopped immediately.

It was such a magical thing, such a young child, it was like this, crying when hungry, and eating was fine.