private marriage

"I didn't say, you are for me."

Xiao Zizhai stopped cutting the cake and glared at her.

Song Wen stared at the knife in his hand, Xiao Zizhai cut a big piece for her.

"I don't know what flavor you like, so I just bought one."

He had been with Song Wen for a long time, but he knew very little about her.

After all, she didn't want to waste this time, so Song Wen took a cake fork by herself, and she sipped it in small bites, feeling as hungry as a refugee when she saw food.

Xiao Zizhai couldn't understand her appearance, "I don't look good."

"I'm not a lady of every family, why bother to pretend."

"But your behavior and habits will affect my son."

Song Wen suddenly felt that her appetite had lost a lot, "Mr. Xiao, you and I both know that this child cannot be the most favored child in the Xiao family. You don't have to ask so much of him."

"Song Wen, you've been with Chu Xu for a long time, and you hate her just like her."

Song Wen went to the bed and sat down, not wanting to talk nonsense with him.

The servant is either chicken soup or nutrition every day, and Song Wen has become a childbirth tool without emotion.

Xiao Zizhai leaned against the bedside table next to him, "Song Wen, what are your plans after giving birth?"

"leave here."

Song Wen said without thinking.

"Hmph, where can you go?"

"Go to a place where I never see you again."

Xiao Zizhai's heart flinched for no reason, "You are so cruel."

"Where did Mr. Xiao come from? Do I still want to stay and compete with you for the custody of the child?"

"you dare!"

"That's right, what you're saying now is really contradicting yourself."

Xiao Zizhai stared at Song Wen's stomach, it was still early, so there was no need to get angry with her over such a thing.

It's just that he can't figure it out, why is he so angry?
After she gave birth, she got out, no matter how clean she was, he didn't need to do anything, which was a good thing.

There was the sound of servants walking outside the door, and she went into the kitchen to pour water.

Seeing this, Song Wen hurriedly turned off the lights, but the servant still came to her door. "Miss Song, don't think I'm blind. I saw the light in your room just now."

Song Wen didn't make a sound, and the servant was relentless, "You are joking with the young master's body now, and you won't eat, and you won't sleep well, don't think it will do you any good."

Song Wen sat by the bed and ate the cake with big mouthfuls. She was also born by her parents. Although she didn't grow up in the palm of her hand, she wouldn't be humiliated like this.

Xiao Zizhai felt suffocated when he heard the words from outside.

The servant went back to the room and closed the door. Xiao Zizhai couldn't see Song Wen's figure, but felt that both of them were breathing heavily in the darkness.

"Young Master Xiao, go away, if someone sees you in my room, you will kill me."

Xiao Zizhai came to the wall in the dark, turned on the light, Song Wen took a mouthful of cream, her eyes were red.

He walked up to her and raised his arm to wipe the cream off her mouth, but Xiao Zizhai hardened his heart in the end.

"It's all for your own good, for the good of the child."

Song Wen couldn't help but mocked, "I know."

There was no need for Xiao Zizhai to stay here any longer, he said to her before leaving, "Tell me what you want to eat."

Song Wen didn't say anything and heard the man go out.

After she finished eating the cake, Song Wen tiptoed out of the room without any sleepiness.

Her life, since she met Xiao Zizhai, has been plunged into eternal darkness.

She went straight to the balcony. This new residence was located on the eighteenth floor. Song Wen moved a chair and stepped on it to stand up.

She wasn't afraid at all, so she just sat on it. Song Wen looked outside, she was really tall.

The wind was quite strong, and her body was a little wobbly.

For countless nights, she wanted to die in the past, thinking that it was the only way to free her.

But as long as people are afraid of death.

The evening wind was blowing her hair, if she closed her eyes and jumped, wouldn't she be troubled in the future?

Who will cry for her then?
Chu Xu, and mother?

Song Wen actually couldn't see a little light, her world had already collapsed, she acted like she didn't care about anything in front of others, but in fact her heart was full of holes.

She doesn't think some people who commit suicide are stupid, she knows that they just can't live anymore.

Song Wen leaned out her upper body, but her eyes inadvertently glanced at her stomach.

Xiao Zizhai said his son was inside, but Song Wen liked his daughter.She hesitated and pulled her body back, she was sorry for this child, from not wanting him at the beginning, to now she couldn't want him, she held onto the balcony tightly with both hands.

Even if she was about to die, she should give birth to the child.

She wants to see what the child looks like, even if she can't raise him up, she can always kiss him, right?

Song Wen convinced herself that she must live a good life, even if it is for the sake of the child, just keep going, okay?
She came down from the balcony, and it turned out that this is what it feels like to be a mother.

Song Wen couldn't fall asleep, so she returned to her room and started swiping her phone, filling the shopping cart with baby clothes and cribs.

She knew that the Xiao family would not use the things she bought, but she was a mother, and she wanted to love her children.

As the engagement date of Xiao Zizhai and Tong Yiqi approached, Song Wen felt at ease in that house to raise her baby.

When Song's mother came over, she brought a bunch of food, and the servant went out to buy vegetables.

Song Wen opened the door and was a little surprised when she saw Mother Song, "Mom?"

"Wenwen, let mom in quickly."

"How did you know I was here?"

"I haven't heard from you all this time, and I'm so anxious. Later, your sister-in-law thought of a way and followed that surnamed Xiao for several days before she found out that you live here."

"What are you doing with so many things? I have everything here."

Song's mother put all the big and small bags on the table, "Mom brings all the cheap ones, but they are all what you like to eat."

She took out a thermos, and Song Wen thought it was chicken soup. "I can not eat."

"This is the red bean soup I made myself. I put a little rock sugar in it. You loved it when you were young."

When Song Wen heard this, she really had some appetite, "Then I'll try a bowl."

Mother Song went to the kitchen to get a spoon and put a small bowl for her, "Drink it while it's hot."

She sipped it into her mouth, it was delicious.

"You look thin, you need to make up more. And...why didn't you tell Mom when you moved?"

Song Wen can't say that she was raised by someone, and she doesn't want to contact her family anymore, right?

"Mom, don't look for me again for family affairs, I want to live for myself."

"You child, what are you talking about?"

We are all a family, how can we not help our younger brother when he is in trouble?

Song Wen finished the red bean soup and chatted with Song's mother for a while. When she wanted to get up from the chair, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.