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As soon as Pu Ye returned to China, all he knew was that Mu Chu had given birth to a child and was living with Yan Muqi.With doubts in his heart, Pu Ye asked Mu Chu out.

"Do you think you need to give me an explanation?" Pu Ye looked at the child in Mu Chu's arms, his heart softened, and he wanted to hug him. "Is the time when the child was born wrong? Why is the expected date of birth last month?"

Mu Chu hugged Sichu who was obviously thinner than children of the same age in his arms, and stroked his back with his hands: "I took oxytocin."

He didn't make any excuses, as if this child was just a prop he used to get close to Yan Muqi, without any emotion.When Pu Ye heard Mu Chu's words, she wished she could take out her heart and peel it off to see what was inside.

"He is your child, do you know that this will cause great harm to the child!" Pu Ye's hands on the table were trembling slightly: "It's really selfish of you to do this!"

Mu Chu was baffled by Pu Ye's scolding, and looked up at Pu Ye suspiciously: "This is Yan Muqi and I's child, how I treat it is my business, even Aqi didn't say anything about it. Question, what qualifications do you have to say about me? But after a few days of acting, you really think this is your child?"

This is my child!It's our two children!

Pu Ye wished he could tell Mu Chu that this was his child, the flesh and blood of his Pu family.

But he can't, he knows that Mu Chu has no feelings for this child at all, once he says it, he doesn't know how Mu Chu will treat this child.

Pu Ye sat down as if discouraged, and looked at the child who looked similar to him in Mu Chu's arms.I thought to myself: This child is more like Mu Chu, so he won't reveal his secrets soon.

"Do you really think that Yan Muqi accepts you just like that?" Pu Ye didn't think that Yan Muqi would live happily with Mu Chu because of this reason, "It's just because of the child, Mu Chu, can you Can't you think highly of yourself? Can you treat yourself better?"

Pu Ye's words pierced Mu Chu's heart, every word was a fact that Mu Chu could not refute.

"Even if it's because of the child, it doesn't matter! As long as he is with me!"

is it?

As long as it is Yan Muqi, can you do this?

"Mu Chu, can you stop loving so humblely? If someone else gave birth to him, would he be by his side too?" Pu Ye looked at Mu Chu who was sitting in front of him with a hideous face, and felt a burst of emotion in his heart. sore.

The Mu Chu he first met was such a clean person, like the sunshine in winter, making people feel very warm.

"No, I won't let these things happen." Without waiting for Pu Ye to speak again, Mu Chu stumbled out of the milk tea shop with the child in his arms, leaving behind a thin and desolate figure.

"Where did you go?" Yan Muqi saw Yan Sichu, who was happy with his eyes open in Mu Chu's hand, turned upside down when he saw him squinting his eyes and smiling, and his mood improved accordingly.

"I didn't go anywhere, I just went for a walk." Mu Chu looked at the scene of Yan Muqi and Yan Sichu together, and felt that it was an eyesore, so he turned around and walked back to the room.

Yan Muqi looked at the walking monitoring data in his mobile phone, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

just for a walk?Living in the west of the city and taking a walk to the east of the city?

Yan Muqi ignored Mu Chu who locked himself in the room, and teased his son who was still unable to sit still in front of him: "Xiao Sichu~ Why are you so young? It's all because your father made you come out so early. You were supposed to grow in Daddy's belly for a while, but you're so skinny now."

Children can't understand Yan Muqi's words, but they are very happy when they see someone talking to them.Giggling, saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"Zirty Sichu~ Dad wipes Sichu's saliva." Yan Muqi gently wiped off the long silver strands at the corners of Yan Sichu's mouth.

Thinking of his son's name, Yan Muqi hugged him and stopped moving.

Sichu, Sichu, just miss the former Muchu.

Mu Chu locked himself in the room alone, his mind was full of what Pu Ye had just said to him.

"That is, if someone else gave birth to him, he can take your position away." 』

Mu Chu is no longer sure about his feelings for Yan Muqi. The two have been childhood sweethearts since they were young, and they have never been separated since they were brought to Yan's house by their father.

Since childhood, Mu Chu knew very well that he liked Yan Muqi because he wanted to be his wife and his partner.She wanted to live with him forever, so when she knew she would not be able to have children, she chose to have a uterine implant surgery without telling Yan Muqi on the day she became an adult.

Sometimes Mu Chu can't figure it out, why is he not allowed to be with Yan Muqi because of Yan's mother?Obviously they are all men, why did they accept Wen Jingcheng?Is it because his identity is not worthy of Yan Muqi, or is it because of his friend's entrustment?Because of these, the two lovers were torn apart, and almost drove him into the abyss, with no light and no hope.

Except for Pu Ye, no one knows how he spent his four years in England.

Because he liked Yan Muqi so much, he survived or returned to China; because he liked Yan Muqi, he was willing to give birth to him; because he liked Yan Muqi, he took two lives on his back.

It's not that he can't be afraid. When he wakes up from a nightmare at night, he will also be afraid of himself.He became less and less like the self Yan Muqi liked in the past, and became more and more vicious, hysterical, and dissatisfied.He wants more and more, wants Yan Muqi to love him more and more, and it's best to only have him in his heart.

But the more he thought about it, the more things backfired.

Seemingly in harmony is the best explanation for their current relationship.

"I can't hold it anymore, Aqi, I can't hold it anymore... What should I do, can you save me again, can you give me another hand..."

Mu Chu buried his face in the palm of his hand, the overflowing tears ran along the seam of his hand, flowed through his wrist, dripped from the air, splashed on the bed, and finally disappeared.

It's only the last point, it's really only the last point, and he can't hold on any longer.