Chapter 179

In those nights, he was in a coma on the hospital bed, and Shen Qianshu took care of him all night. He was half asleep when he saw Shen Qianshu crying with the design album in his arms, and his heart was also twisted. At that time, he was thinking, if only he died.

If he dies, Mommy won't lose the design.

He blames himself and feels guilty. He can't let go.

If it weren't for his brother's heart, he and Mommy wouldn't have intersection, and he wouldn't know that someone in the world would love him so much.

"Mommy, I'm wrong. Don't be angry." Tong Hua lowered his head with a bag of tears in his eyes. His voice was gentle, like a child awakened in the middle of the night. Hearing the voice, one couldn't help but want to hold it in his arms and coax it well.

Shen Qianshu hardened his heart, bowed his head and drew pictures, and his fingers trembled slightly.

This is the second time that children's paintings have been punished for standing in these years.

She couldn't seem to see what was drawn on the drawing.

Her son is sensitive and stubborn. Some things are like cancer, which has been growing in his heart. This is not a good thing.

"Mommy, I'm wrong..." Tong Hua almost begged, "don't be angry, OK?"

He choked, sniffled, and his eyes were red.

Shen Qianshu put down his brush and looked at him calmly, "what's wrong?"

Her attitude is very strict. Some things should be put an end to for the first time, so as to avoid breaking ties and constant sadness.

"I shouldn't mention it, which made Mommy sad."

"Wrong." Shen Qianshu's attitude is indifferent.

Children's paintings shed tears and looked at Shen Qianshu wrongfully.

Shen Qianshu was afraid of being soft hearted. Don't open his head, "continue to think, and don't talk until you understand."

She stopped talking, closed the design drawing, and went to the bedroom. The child painting panicked instantly, and her eyes were almost begging,

Mommy, don't go, don't leave me alone.

Mommy, I'm wrong.

Don't be angry.

However, no matter how pitiful his eyes were, Shen Qianshu didn't look at him.

The door of the bedroom closed gently.

Tong Hua bit his lip and turned into a small crying bag.

Mommy, do you want me?

The door of the bedroom opened again.

Shen Qianshu took a book and went back to the living room. He sat on the sofa and read quietly. The children's painting sniffled and his white hands hurriedly wiped his tears. It was confirmed that Shen Qianshu was in the living room, and he was not so flustered.

She looked at the book but didn't read it.

It's too sudden today.

Both mother and son were caught off guard.

Tong Hua suddenly became angry and had nothing to do with her.

Her painting of Shen Lin has always been the heart knot of children's painting. She holds the mentality that she can't hide it, so she doesn't have to avoid it. She has never avoided children's painting, and occasionally discusses drawing inspiration with children's painting.

Children's paintings are unhappy and never get angry.

This is the first rage.

It came suddenly.

It hurt her heart.

It was what she did wrong that made Tong Hua so upset.

It was close to her abandoning his uneasiness.

She thought about the recent things. The only exception and special thing was Yeling.

She has a delicate heart, calm down, think about it, and then understand a bit, and her heart is even more painful.

"Mommy, don't be angry, OK?" Tong Hua's face turned red with crying. The whole person seemed to be holding his breath. The tip of his nose, ears and eyes were all red. He looked like a poor bag, which was particularly distressing.

Shen Qianshu was also cruel enough to know that he could not help being soft hearted, but did not look up at him.