Chapter 22

On this day, I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Shen Qianshu seemed to have been trampled once, and her bones were soft. She never thought she would see Yeling again.

Tong Hua was very clever and sensible. He poured a glass of water in the kitchen and held it in front of Shen Qianshu.

Shen Qianshu touched his head, smiled and said, "Tong Hua, you scared Mommy today."

"Mommy, I'm scared."

Shen Qianshu smiled and pinched his chubby face. The child painting asked, "where is Yuan Hui?"

"I don't know. I was taken away by your cheap daddy, and I don't know where the others are." Shen Qianshu thought for a moment. What Yuan Hui and Gu Xiaoli did still left a little shadow in her heart. She said that she was not sad. It was a lie. She even felt a little wronged. Why did they treat her like this?

But things in the world are unreasonable.

Like that night, she can't even blame who?

Strange night mausoleum?

But he couldn't control himself, which was not his intention.

She never touched the check.

Even if she was too poor to eat for three days, she never moved.

Children's painting, "cheap daddy?"

He can't remember his biological parents. Since he can remember, Shen Qianshu is his mother, but he knows that he is not Shen Qianshu's biological child. However, he loves Shen Qianshu, and Shen Qianshu is his big tree and everything about him.

"Mommy, is that man just my brother's father?"

Shen Qianshu's face froze. For seven years, she didn't mention her dead child much. She bowed her head and touched Tong Hua's face.

"Yes."

"Good looking, my brother must be very good-looking."

"Mommy, do you like your brother's daddy?"

Shen Qianshu did not answer.

Although Mommy never said it, Tong Hua knew that his brother's heart was in his body, and he continued his brother's life. Therefore, Mommy regarded him as the lifeblood, but even so, it didn't matter.

He has only Mommy.

"Children don't care about adults' affairs. Call aunt Xiaojuan to report safety, and then wash and sleep."

"Yes, my lord queen."

In the dead of night, children's paintings have fallen asleep.

Shen Qianshu couldn't sleep. Today was too exciting, which recalled many past events.

She returned home with her child, but she could only hide. She only dared to tell Lin Xiaojuan that in order to earn money for childbirth, she kept her stomach up and stayed up late to repair drawings and design. Finally, the pregnant woman was too tired and the baby's fetal position was incorrect. The doctor said that the child was very healthy and would not affect the child's health. However, when giving birth, she was told that the child lived for ten minutes, and she didn't even have time to kiss the child's face.

She just gave birth, crying, crying, desperate to die.

Tonghua and her son were born at the same time in the same year, month and day. They had heart failure at birth, and the baby was too small to undergo transplantation. Tonghua's mother, a surgeon, knelt down and begged her to donate the child's organs to save people. She couldn't bear others to experience the pain of losing a child like her, donated the child's heart, and successfully saved Tonghua. She chose the nickname "Tong Hua". He can survive, just like a story in a fairy tale.

Since then, she has never seen the children's painting family until they were two years old. Their parents had a car accident and both died. Before they died, they were orphaned and entrusted their children to her. The mother of children's painting has been saying sorry. Unfinished words were completely buried with her death, but she doesn't understand why she said sorry.

For kneeling down and begging her to donate organs?