Rescuing the Supporting Character

Moonlight is clean and tidy, pouring into the empty room, the night wind swaying the shredded paper on the ground, reflecting the figure of Shen Wenzhao sitting, rendering this scene more lonely.

The harsh phone ringing sounded again, and the white cold light illumined between the squares, as if he knew he was unwilling to answer, and it kept whistling over and over again.

Shen Wenxuan took the phone and was about to shut down, but he saw the name on the screen that should not have appeared.

He did not dare to pick it up and put it in his ear.

"... Wen Hao, I am sorry." The familiar voice came from the receiver.

Shen Wenqi’s lips twitched for a long while, but she couldn’t say a word. All the hatred disappeared in her words.

"If so, come back," his throat rolled, his eyes sore and stinging. "Come back, please."

He never forced her anymore, as long as she was willing to return to his side.

"If so, don't go, come back..." Shen Wen's proverbially turned over and over and said, if the pleading can make her soft, he can also give up proud self-esteem.

The temperature on the other end of the phone was soeping. "Husband, I am at the airport." She wiped a tear and grievously continued to cry.

Love will strengthen the weak and weaken the strong.

She thought she could give birth to her child alone, and she would proudly return with their love crystallization.

But when the routine notice of boarding sounded, Wen was afraid. She was afraid that she would die alone on the operating table. She was afraid of this, and she could not see him again until she died.

Clearly, they have passed the checkpoint, but Wen is unable to take a step toward the boarding gate.

Until the people in the waiting room were gone, she couldn't help but dial Shen Wenzhao's phone.

"It’s closed everywhere, I’m cold and hungry and sleepy.” It’s like finding a parent who can support him. Wen is sitting in an empty waiting room and crying arrogantly.

"Don't cry, I am waiting for me there, I will pick you up right away," Shen Wenqi jumped up quickly, grabbed the car keys and wallet and rushed outside. "Let's go eat delicious, what do you like, we will order What, go home and sleep after eating."

"Don't cry, if so."

The arrogant Shen Wenxuan couldn't remember how many red lights he had smashed. Before he actually grasped her, his high-hanging heart could not be implemented.

When the thinness of the clothes was thrown into his arms, and the sorrow was like a lost child, Shen Wenxi thought so sadly that she was like the nemesis he hit.

If you want to be born, you will not be able to go to a gynaecologist. He also recognizes it.

After taking the twitching wife back to the car, Shen Wenyi opened the heater for the first time and held her cold little handcuffs: "You don't know that the temperature difference between the night and the night is big, why not take a coat?"

If Wen is flat and flat, it will be shameful at this time: "I am afraid of being discovered by you, and I am too anxious to forget..."

Shen Wenzhao stopped the movements on his hands, and he was so angry and funny, but more sad. Is it possible to say that she does not mind her previous behavior? He also has a feeling that he does not have a heart that King Kong does not die, he will also be injured.

He pulled his mouth and couldn't smile: "Since I am gone, why should I call me?" The desperate thrown out of everything can make him chilling, especially, he is also one of the things abandoned. when.

Wen Ruyi groaned and asked, "Don't you see the letter I left for you?"

Shen Wenzhao coveted: "I tore it." See her writing how she loves the child, loves not even him? No, he doesn't want to watch.

"How are you so stupid." Wen Ruo sucked his nose and wanted to cry.

That's why she thought for a long time before she wrote it. She hasn't bothered to write such a nasty and sincere letter in her life. He actually tore it without looking at it. "It's not no. Come back, I said above, I will send you an email and call every day... I know I will not write a love letter for you."

"Love letter?" Shen Wenxuan looked up at her in surprise, not a farewell letter?

Wen Ruan glanced at him and snorted: "Tear it, I have a lot of effort."

Shen Wen turned his head angrily and started the car: "Let's go home!" I hope that the scraps thrown on the floor of the living room have not been blown away by the wind.

"You said you must buy me delicious food first!" Wen Ruo was angry, she was about to starve to death.

"Package is brought back." Shen Wenqi decisively proposed that the pedals screamed out.

Finally, Shen Wenzhao did not collect the pieces of the love letter, Wen did not know.

Anyway, she sat on the stool, and was in a good mood to eat delicious Luo Luo powder, while watching him pick up the mop and sweeping the entire living room carefully.

She is sure that Shen Wenzhao has not cleaned the ground so cleanly in this life.

After eating up late, Wen was satisfied with the climb on the soft bed, and the voice shouted to the living room: "I still wrote the first time I went into the mountain to sleep with you, oh, but unfortunately you see Not enough."

The movement outside the door was a little bit, and then it was the sound of moving the table.

Wen Ruo sneaked into the bed, smashed the pillow, and closed his eyes with a smile. Deserve it! Let him not look at it, just tear her letter.

The sky was so bright that the woman in the door slept soundly, and the man outside the door sat upright on the back of the table and sat down on the table with a serious face, and then smashed it into a few new pieces. A4 printing paper.

The first time I wrote a love letter, Wen Ruyi wrote three pages. Shen Wenyi satisfactorily pinched the cracked letter paper and looked at it for a few times. After that, he must always encourage her and do more things that are good for the body and mind.

After all, this kind of "family book" that can be passed on to children and grandchildren, if it comes out, looks so ruined, it really doesn't matter.

He can't always say to his children that his father had yelled at him because he hated his mother, so he ruined his first love letter written by his mother to his father. Alright.

Too much damage to the image.

Shen Wenxi carefully folded the letter, put it in a small box, and then put it into the bedside table.

The warm eyebrows are bent, and even the dreams are laughing. He leaned over and gently put her exposed arm back, licked his horn and turned to go out.

If their mother and child are safe, he still has a lot to do, nutritionists, health care providers, nursing staff, and a professional obstetrician who can cope with various accidents.

Shen Wenzhao touched out the phone, thinking thoughtfully, maybe the previous expert could recommend a better candidate.

After Wen Ru is the second to fail to run away from home, the layer of yarn in the middle has been completely smashed, but the relationship between the two, but strangely more harmonious.

At least, they no longer have to hide their true feelings in front of each other, and they don't have to talk about her illness as before.

It seems that I understand the hard work of my mother. The little baby is very quiet and intimate, and does not find any trouble for Wen Ru.

Her first few months have not even had a morning sickness, and there is not much discomfort, but as the stomach grows bigger, the drawbacks of the weak body nurturing new life become more and more obvious.

As if at a speed visible to the naked eye, Wen quickly loses weight. No matter how much she eats daily and eats disgustingly, she can't stop the child and hollow out her life bit by bit.

Shen Wenzhao had to agree to let her infusion every day to supplement her plundered nutrition.

Whenever she saw Shen Wenyu's frowning brow, Wen Ruo would lift up the back of his hand with pinholes and put it in front of him, proudly laughing as "the medal of honor."

Then he will kiss her back with a medicinal taste, saying that after the child is born, he will take her to a big meal, and take her to see the most beautiful scenery. Of course, it is also necessary to clean up the stinky boy.

Wen Ruo always smiles and listens to his words, nodded.

She knows Shen Wenxi's distress, just as Shen Wenzhao understands her persistence.

Six months later, Wen Ruru could no longer get out of bed, tortured her not only the edema of the legs and the cramping pain all night long, but also the increasingly fragile bone.

Her beautiful long hair has already been cut short, and the original round cheeks have also sunk. The temperature has not been seen in the mirror for a long time. The strange woman in the mirror is so ugly that she feels unsightly.

Since she once unintentionally laughed at herself, after she died, Shen Wenzhao could remarriage to find a more beautiful wife to make up for the loss of these months, but he silently held her tears, and Wen never again. I dare to make that kind of joke.

Every afternoon, Shen Wenzhao will go to the beach to basking in the sun with her belly, which is said to be calcium.

Whenever she slept in his low reading sound, after waking up, she could always see Shen Wenxi’s sad eyes.

Wen is not sure if he can survive this disaster. The person who made the mother said that the moment the child was born, it was like a death. She didn't know that she was dead this time, and she couldn't live like them.

However, before the expected date of birth, the temperature was broken, not wrestling, or even getting out of bed, just a turn over, her fragile bones made a burst of 呻 吟.

The child was only seven months old and was pushed onto the operating table.

She was sore that her forehead was covered with beans and sweat, and her will told her to be awake, but her eyes were slowly blurring.

When the warmth drifted out of her body and swayed over the operating room, she saw that the anesthesiologist who was on standby was pushing the injection into her blood vessels.

Every week, the obstetrician who saw it was holding a shiny scalpel and opened a hole in her lower abdomen. The bright red blood suddenly came out.

The man in a sterile suit held her hand and kept talking in her ear. The handsome face was pale, and it was more bleak than the body lying on the operating table. 2k novel reading network