Li Tingchen choked, her voice hoarse: “Susu, there must be a way.”
Su Qingyu said to himself: “Count the days, it will be Li Qingchen’s birthday in a few days, right?”
“Yes.”
“I quite like that kid, I want to give him a birthday.”
Li Tingchen held her hand: “He is also your child, Susu, believe me, I just came from kindness to Bai Yuanyuan, there is no love, I owe you a prayer……”
Su Qingyu didn’t bother to listen to these hypocritical lies. She interrupted impatiently: “I don’t like Li Baishuang and Bai Yuanyuan, just the three of us, okay?”
Li Tingchen had to agree, “Well, it’s all up to you.”
According to Su Qingyu’s instructions, Li Tingchen took her and Li Qingchen to the wooden house by the sea. Su Qingyu sat on the terrace, Li Qingchen hugged her with a yellow ball, and the light of the sunset was warm on the two of them. The scene was very harmonious.
Li Tingchen was cooking dinner in the kitchen and saw this picture when he came out.
Li Qingchen snuggled in Su Qingyu’s arms obediently, “Mom.”
Su Qingyu gently stroked his head. If this child was really her son, she would be able to die without regrets.
In the last few days, she finally lived the life of her dreams.
She has a happy and happy family and gave birth to a lovely son for Li Tingchen.
The days are simple and clear. When he comes back from get off work, he will bring a small cake. Li Qingchen happily revolves around him, “Dad is so kind.”
Su Qingyu watched their father and son interact from a distance. This was the day she had dreamed of before.
She looked at it and smiled, smiled and cried again.
I don’t know if I’m laughing at my wishful thinking in the past, or at myself who has nothing now.
“Mom, come and have cake soon!”
The little Li Qingchen tried to push the wheelchair to the dining table, and Su Qingyu was heartbroken when he saw this picture.
Last night, when he hugged himself to sleep, he said something: “Mom, I can protect you when I grow up.”
But, silly boy, I can’t wait for that day.
He didn’t know how long these words made Su Qingyu cry.
For the candlelight dinner, Li Tingchen lit a candle for the child.
Su Qingyu sang a birthday song to the child with him. He put his hands together and made a serious wish.