Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

"Do you like Xiao Chen? How about letting him live with us in the future?"

Yan Yan sticks to his question, "do you love your son?"

"Why do you have to ask that?" he didn't want to answer the question.

Yan Yanning his eyes very seriously, "you just need to answer, love or not."

He left his face. If he had to answer this question, his answer was, "love, nor love."

The answer exceeded Yan Yan's expectation, so she was surprised for a moment. Dai Mei frowned and was more puzzled.

"Love, I can understand, why not love?"

Nie TingYang sighed helplessly, sat down next to her, picked her up with a powerful hand and let her sit obliquely on her lap.

"It's necessary to ask until you're satisfied today, isn't it?" just after breakfast, he still has the smell of black rice porridge, fragrant and sweet.

Yan Yan resisted this intimate gesture, but he held him tighter when he wanted to go down.

"Hmm?" Nie TingYang simply hugged her and sat across his legs, asked her to face him, put his thick fingers on her smooth face and swam away gently.

Her face was burning unconsciously. Such intimate gestures and movements made Yan Yan's heart beat rapidly. She held her breath and let him touch her.

"I answered what reward are you going to give me?" his tone was very slow, with a faint sweet taste of black rice in his mouth, which was intoxicating.

"Husband..." she called him.

This is undoubtedly the best reward. Nie TingYang tilted his lips and put the jade Guanyin pendant on her neck. "You just lost the pendant and will wear this in the future."

After a slight pause, he said, "my father was seriously ill that year. The doctor said he still had one year at most. He wanted to see his grandson and forced me to have a baby with the woman who was my ex girlfriend at that time."

Yan Yan's heart was heavy at this moment. She thought of the child she had never met in October. She only knew that he was a son. His cry was so loud that day. Up to now, when she closed her eyes, she could still hear his voice clearly in her ears

That year, it was cold in city A. It was said that this was the coldest winter ever recorded.

In private hospitals and obstetrics and gynecology departments in the middle of the suburbs, women's cries and babies cry one after another on weekdays, but today, the whole floor is silent.

At the door of the delivery room at the end of the corridor, the red operating light flashed dazzling.

On the chair outside the door, there was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses. He was sitting upright and calm.

In the delivery room, the atmosphere was tense and intense!

"Push! Push again!" the doctor shouted to the sweating woman wearing a butterfly mask on the hospital bed.

The white sheet under her body was tightly clenched by the woman's slender fingers.

"Stab..."

The sheets were torn!

At the same time, the woman's tightly clenched hand suddenly loosened, the ragged bed sheet slipped from her hand, and she could no longer use a trace of strength. Her eyes looked at the ceiling slightly empty, and bean sweat flowed down her forehead.

"Take a deep breath and try again! Otherwise you can only have a caesarean section!" the doctor's voice was rapid and serious.

When the woman heard the speech, the beautiful eyes under the mask turned, and her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't make a sound. She couldn't use any strength at all.

The doctor condensed her, as if he were making a final decision. A few seconds later, he said coldly, "laparotomy! Scalpel!"

When the scalpel opened the abdomen, the woman's body trembled slightly, and then she became unconscious. Her empty eyes closed slowly, and the voice in her ears became smaller and smaller

"Wow..." a cry rang through the delivery room.

The doctor looked up at the clock on the wall, January 1, 2008, lunar November 23, 2 a.m.

"It's a boy!" cried the nurse in surprise.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, moved her fingers and opened her mouth. She wanted to say that she wanted to see the child, even one eye.

The doctor seemed to see her mind, and coldly broke her last thought, "you know, from now on, you have nothing to do with him. It's best not to see!"

After washing the child, the nurse wrapped it in a blanket and walked out of the delivery room. The moment the door opened, a cold wind blew in, and the woman's body trembled again.

"Sir..." the nurse was frightened by what she saw in front of her, holding the child motionless and pestling there.

Just now, there was only a middle-aged man sitting in the corridor. At this time, there was a dark crowd, all black sunglasses and expressionless.

The middle-aged man stood up slowly. A man in black came forward and carefully hugged the child and handed it to him respectfully. He looked down at the crying baby. A gentle smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He raised his finger and put it on the child's mouth. The child instinctively sucked it. Then the man looked sideways at the delivery room and thought.

A moment later, he turned and left, followed closely by a group of people behind him.

The baby's cry is getting farther and farther away until it disappears

In the delivery room, tears flowed slowly from the eyes under the woman's mask.

She conceived a child in October and never met, so she separated from her mother and son.

Tears crept over Yan Yan's face unknowingly, and her voice was hoarse and trembling. "My son is also four years old this year, almost as old as your son, but I have never seen him. Although he was born to me as a surrogate mother for money, I love him. After ten months, you will never realize the feeling that a woman becomes a mother after ten months of pregnancy."

Nie TingYang took a paper towel from the table and handed it to her. At this moment, his mood was a little complicated, distressed, jealous, guilty and uncomfortable

"Do you want to see your son? I can help you."

At this time, there was no more so-called shyness and embarrassment. Yan Yan wiped away his tears and nose water in front of Nie TingYang, shook his head, looked at him with tears in his eyes, "I have nothing about my son, and I have never even seen the person who asked me to be a surrogate mother."

Nie TingYang frowned, "how dare you have children with him without seeing you?"

His eyes are so incredible. In fact, even she feels shocked when she recalls now. Why was she so brave that she went to the agreed place when she received the call, and then agreed to the man's conditions. He paid her one million and she gave birth to him.

I don't know why she suddenly didn't dare to look directly into his eyes. She hung her head and held her two hands together. "I needed money too much at that time. Without money, my mother would die. I can't manage so much."

Money, for money, he is not qualified to say how shameful it is for her to sell her body for money, because even he doesn't know what he would do if he were her and forced to be desperate by life.

I just feel distressed for her. At the age of 19, she was lonely and helpless when her mother was seriously ill and had no money for treatment. Maybe she was also painful when she made that choice, but because she had no choice, she had to lower her head to life. At least she chose to be a surrogate mother instead of being reduced in the dust.

"Why did you choose to be a surrogate mother instead of..."

"I'm not going to the nightclub to be a lady, is that what you want to say?" Yan Yan raised his head, and there was a glittering flash in his beautiful eyes. "If I said I thought I had wandered at the door of the nightclub for more than two hours before leaving, what would you think of me? Do you think I'm a bad woman?"

Nie TingYang shook his head, "no, I wonder why you lingered for more than two hours but didn't go in. Why did you leave later?"

"Because... I think I can find a boyfriend when my mother is well, get married and have children..." her voice is very low, with a trace of pain, as low as dust.

That night, she stood outside the neon flashing nightclub full of temptations. She lingered, struggled, suffered, but she was glad that in the end she didn't do anything that she regretted all her life. Although the surrogate mother sold out, she at least kept the bottom line of human nature.

For the first time in so many years, she told someone about it. This person or her husband, no matter what the purpose of his marriage with her was, and no matter how much he despised and despised her at this time, she didn't care, because when the secret was told, she put the rock pressed by the Buddha in her heart for a long time away, and she suddenly relaxed.

"It seems that my wife was thinking of marrying me many years ago." Nie TingYang joked, but without a trace of contempt. He held her hands that he didn't know where to put, and gently rubbed them with his big rough hands. "I was wondering if it would be interesting if the person who gave birth to the child with you was me?"

Yan Yan smiled gently, "if so, Xiaochen is my son."

"Don't say yet. Xiaochen looks a little like you."

Probably because of the psychological effect, when Nie TingYang said so, Yan Yan also felt that Xiaochen was a little like her.

It's just that Xiaochen can't be her son.

Maybe this is fate. She smiled and looked at him seriously. "I want to see my son. Just take a long look. Can you help me?"

"Of course I can help you. What are you going to pay me?" Nie TingYang held her hand and poked her abdomen. "Why don't you give me a son?"

Yan Yan found out that she couldn't talk to this man normally for more than three sentences.

"You just said you wanted to help me." if he hadn't put it forward first, she didn't have such an idea. Now he provoked the idea, but he asked her to have children for him, just half a year's marriage and what children to have.

"Yes? Did I just say that?" Nie TingYang didn't admit it. Anyway, he had nothing to say.

It's really not an ordinary rogue. It's just playing rogue!

Yan Yan didn't want to talk to him. He looked angry and breathed hard.

She didn't realize that she was so cute.

In particular, the slightly open lip seems to be an invitation.

Nie TingYang felt uneasy at the tip of his tongue. He had never been greedy, but he seemed to lack self-control in front of her.