Time and you are my fault

After coming out of the bathroom, Zong Yanzu sat on the chair, staring at Chu Yi's stomach in a daze.

At that time, behind him was the golden sunrise, and in front of him was Chu Yi's peaceful sleeping face.

Knowing that Chu Yi is pregnant, the excitement of being a father fades away like a tide.

But the warmth hidden in the bottom of my heart lingered for a long time.

He looked at Chu Yi, and smiled as he watched.

Under the golden sun, his hand gently stroked her hair, his movements were gentle and pampering, he bent down and kissed her forehead, "Yiyi."

"In the future, I will never leave you again."

"I will take good care of you and the child."

"Watching them grow up and be a responsible dad."

His hand stroked her lower abdomen, and there was a slight kick under the palm.

That's the babies responding to his words.

There was a warm smile in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Dad is so late."

The corners of his eyes were wet, but he had never felt so happy before.

In this small ward in front of him, his whole world is contained.

Where Chu Yi is and the babies are, it is his whole world.
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When Chu Yi woke up, the sky was bright, and she suddenly remembered the scene of last night, and she got up immediately.

But the ward was empty.

She stared at Zong Yanqi's bed in a daze for a few seconds, and then a strong uneasiness welled up in her eyes.

Without even wearing shoes, she got out of bed in a panic.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom, no one was inside.

A sense of fear arises spontaneously.

She pushed open the door of the ward, and the floor bodyguard looked over, "Young Madam?"

"Where is Zong Yanqi! Why did he disappear!" Her face was pale, as if the next second, the remaining reason would be shattered.

"President Zong..."

The voice was interrupted by footsteps.

Then, Chu Yi saw the familiar frequency of footsteps coming from the elevator.

The man was wearing loose home clothes and a gray coat, striding forward with breakfast in his hand.

Apart from his pale complexion, there was nothing wrong with it.

Seeing that the woman was not wearing any shoes, her thick eyebrows were tightly frowned.

Walking up to him, stuffing breakfast into the hands of the bodyguard, he couldn't help but pick him up.

The moment her feet flew into the air, Chu Yi subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, but she began to worry about his body again, "Put me down! You just woke up..."

"It's okay to hug you, but you, running out barefoot in the winter, do you want to get sick?" His tone was tinged with blame, but more worried.

Chu Yi heard the familiar voice and the familiar aura around her, which made her feel sour.

She thought she was dreaming, that he woke up, it was a dream she begged for.

Seeing the uneasiness in her eyes, the man put her on the bed and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, I will never leave you again."

She fixed her eyes on him, and when she saw him turn to leave, she quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

"Go and get a towel to wipe your feet."

She ran out barefoot just now, and the soles of her feet were stained with dust.

Hearing this, she finally let go with peace of mind.

The man went to the bathroom, wet the towel with hot water, squatted beside the bed, held her ankles, and wiped her feet.

Chu Yi was a little embarrassed, her round toes curled up slowly.

"Don't run out barefoot next time. It's so cold, do you want to get sick?" He looked at her fiercely.

Chu Yi pursed her lips, a little aggrieved, and her eye circles turned red instantly, "You disappeared without saying a word...you still blame me!"

Hearing her nasal voice, the man sighed lightly.

Putting the towel on the bedside table, he still squatted beside the bed, gently holding her thin arm with his slender arm.

The rising sun shrouded him, casting a halo around him, gentle and quiet.

"Yi."

Chu Yi didn't look at her, tears fell down.

He reached out to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

"sorry."

When Chu Yi heard it, she felt even more uncomfortable. All her senses seemed to be blocked, and they scrambled to spill out from her eyes.

"It's my fault for worrying you for so long."

He got up, hunched over, and kissed the tears on her cheek.

Chu Yi suddenly hugged his neck with great strength.

"Wherever I go in the future, I will report my whereabouts to you, and I won't worry you again, okay?"

He could easily sense the uneasiness in her body, which was caused by her speculation and worry in the past month.

He gently stroked her back with his hand, trying to drive away those negative emotions.

"Then you keep your word." She sniffed.

"It's a deal, the puppy is the one who lies," he said with a smile.

Chu Yi curled her lips, "Shanshan always called you Zonggou in the past..."

"..." Zong Yanzu, "That is a cat, a wolf, a rabbit, what it is, you have the final say."

"That's not necessary, it's better to be a human being. After all, I can't find an animal to be my husband or father."

The man rubbed her hair, and a pleasant smile vibrated from his chest.

"Let's eat." He opened the food that the bodyguard put on the coffee table.

"Did you leave without saying a word in the early morning, just to buy breakfast?"

"Ah."

Chu Yi looked at the bag with Tang Ji's logo on it, and suddenly remembered something.

"Zong Yanchu, the morning after our divorce, did you also buy this breakfast and bring it here?" Chu Yi stared at him without blinking.

The man's face froze, and he didn't answer.

"I'm asking you?"

"Yes." He looked at her with a bit of sadness in his eyes, and continued, "But at that time, you were eating the breakfast delivered by Sheng Jinghuai."

Seeing his jealous look, Chu Yi felt sweetness in her heart, "I just found out that I was pregnant at that time, I can treat myself badly, but I can't treat our child badly."

"What's more, I didn't know you would come to bring me breakfast."

When it comes to children's issues, Zong Yanzu has a lot to say.

"Have you ever thought that you will never tell me the existence of the child for the rest of your life?"

Seeing his aggrieved appearance, Chu Yi couldn't bear it, "Well... At that time, Lin Luolian was pregnant, I didn't want... The relationship between us is like my mother's generation."

The more Chuey spoke, the softer her voice became.

The man paused for opening the lunch box, and after slowly putting it down, he pulled him to his side.

At this moment, a woman's figure was reflected in his dark eyes, with a serious expression he had never seen before, "Yiyi, you..."

Chu Yi immediately interrupted him, and said solemnly, "Zong Yanqi, I said in the past that the problem between us is that there is no trust. These days, I have been thinking about the past few years."

"I still think, when you wake up, I will tell you personally."

She looked at him very seriously, "From now on, I will trust you without reservation."

After finishing speaking, she leaned forward and kissed his lips before the man recovered from the shock.

Chu Yi rarely kissed him so proactively.

When she wanted to leave, her waist felt heavy.

The lips that were originally separated were once again tightly pressed together.

His tongue couldn't resist prying open her lips and teeth, possessing her crazily.

Chuy's eyes widened, but she didn't hide.

Her hands gently wrapped around his neck, actively entangled with him.

The moment the tip of the tongue touched, there seemed to be a little spark, which was like a prairie fire.

"Chui, I love you." After a long time of entanglement, his forehead was pressed against hers, and a hoarse and deep voice sounded.

A gentle smile overflowed from the woman's watery eyes.

She did not evade his enthusiasm, kissed the corner of his lips, and said softly, "Zong Yanzu, I love you too."

At that moment, Zong Yanzu couldn't express his mood.

What emerged in front of his eyes were the bits and pieces of her standing behind him in the past five years.

On the wedding day, she was wearing a red dress, standing on the roof of the manor, smiling innocently.

It is pure white milk placed on the table in countless mornings.

It is the neat slippers placed at the door in countless evenings.

It is the cup of warm hangover soup by the bedside in countless late nights.

All images converge into bright spots.

He thought, this point.

It is her final destination for him.