Fu Shiting washed her feet slowly and patiently with a tissue to dry her.

Her cheeks were flushed, and he tried to pull her feet back several times, but he stopped her.

The itch when his fingers touched the skin on her feet spread to his heart.

"Do you think there is a possibility that the flight will be cancelled tomorrow?" He finally let go of her.

"Don't be a crow's mouth!" She felt like an arrow now.

He picked up the basin, went to the bathroom to pour water, and when he came back to her, he saw that her face was gloomy.

"Is the flight cancelled?" he guessed.

"Yeah." She put down the phone and said in a depressed mood, "There are fruits and snacks in the bag, go eat some!"

Although he was hungry, seeing her like this, he couldn't eat.

She was holding a kettle, intending to boil a pot of water.

He took the kettle from her hand, "You go and rest."

She walked to the bedside and sat down in despair, and now she was full of Xiaohan.

From the time Xiaohan was born to the present, apart from crying like other children from time to time before the age of one, when he was one year old, he seldom cried.

She couldn't even imagine Xiaohan crying.

Xiaohan is willing to stay in the genius class because the genius class does not have as many rules and regulations as the ordinary class.

The things learned in the genius class are more esoteric, and all the classmates are geniuses.

Geniuses are different from ordinary people in terms of temperament, they are more focused on themselves and not on others.

So Xiaohan decided to continue reading there on the first day of his trial.

She was very happy that Xiaohan found a suitable place, but ignored the pressure that the environment brought to Xiaohan.

"Are you worried about Xiaohan?" After plugging in the kettle, his eyes fell on her face, "Don't worry, he will adjust the pressure by himself."

She looked at him in surprise: "How do you know?"

He pursed his thin lips, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while.

How does he know?

Because Xiaohan is his son, so he knows.

Xiaohan's character is almost the same as his. He is always strict with himself. Once he fails to achieve it, he will feel sad and deny himself, but then he will work harder to achieve his goal.

"Because he is your son, I believe him." He looked at her deeply, and said these words slowly and slowly.

Her heart skipped a beat, and hurriedly lay down on the bed.

He strode over to the bed and covered her with the quilt.

"Qin An'an, can I see your stomach?" He sat down beside the bed and asked her for advice.

Her cheeks were hot: "What are you looking at my stomach?"

There seemed to be a fire in his throat, and he said hoarsely, "I want to see our child."

"I can't see it yet." She poured cold water on him.

"Oh, how long will it take to see it?" When he asked this question, he seemed to be swallowing gall, and his heart was bitter.

Five years ago, when she was pregnant with Xiaohan, she stayed by his side until she was about to give birth before leaving.

Why didn't he notice that she was pregnant? Isn't she pregnant without a belly?

Qin Anan didn't know that he already knew that Xiaohan was his child, so he didn't think much about the questions he asked.

"Five or six months!"

When she was pregnant with her first child, she wanted to eat less, so her weight was well controlled.

But this time, she didn't control her diet. She guessed that in five or six months, her stomach would swell.

His eyes suddenly became moist, and he sighed, "Qin An'an, you are right, I am the stupidest man in the world."

"Have I said that?" She looked at him in amazement, not knowing why he did this suddenly.

"I said," he was overwhelmed by her clear water eyes, and turned his head away, "I'm always reluctant to admit that the choices I made were wrong, and that itself was a mistake."

"Everyone makes mistakes." She looked at his resolute profile and couldn't help but lower her voice. JrNovels.com