Chu Jiaxuan is standing in front of the balcony, holding a goblet in her hand. The glass is filled with enchanting red liquid, shaking gently, and the fragrance of the wine is drifting in the wind.

The breeze brings Chu Jiaxuan's hair. The hair flies to her back. Her nightdress is swept back by the wind. Her graceful posture is outlined in the moonlight. She has a faint smile on her face and her black and white eyes look directly at the distance.

Raising her hand and sipping the wine, she blinked her black and white eyes. Her red lips were delicate and her face was charming.

The stars in the sky twinkle, and the moon gives out a cold blue light on the earth, refracting through the branches to the ground, revealing mottled shadows.

Night has always been lonely. Since there is no Pei nanjue's arms, Chu Jiaxuan's heart has not been let down for a day. She lives in fear every day, and she has to pretend to be nothing during the day, so people can't see that he has a trace of weakness.

Thinking of what Gong junchi said to her in her office today, the look in her eyes was cold, and her whole body was replaced by cold. The provincial governor Gong junchi's heart could not help but get angry and held tightly with a hand hanging on his side.

Listen to what he means today. He wants to do something in his design competition. She must be careful. Otherwise, she will miss this design competition. Then Gong junchi will surely go to a higher level and do things more arrogantly.

Chujiaxuan took a deep breath, then exhaled gently, turned to put the glass on the cabinet, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

In any case, everything goes as it should, and she will be on guard against him and will not let her plot succeed again.

In the morning, at the end of the week.

Chu Jiaxuan goes to the park for a run. Since these days, Chu Jiaxuan has been under pressure. So in order to relax herself, she goes for a morning run every morning.

Chu Jiaxuan ran around the park. On the second lap, he found a small child crying nearby. The child was dressed delicately, with tears on his face and big eyes. He seemed to be able to speak. He walked full of sand and should be under one year old.

Chu Jiaxuan stopped, turned around, looked around, and found that there was no one around. She thought of her dead child. Her heart ached and she ran to the child.

"What's the matter with you, little friend?" Chu Jiaxuan goes to the child's side and squats down. Looking at his delicate face, her heart suddenly rises with warmth.

If her child is here, it should be about the same age as him

The child looked at Chu Jiaxuan. There were tears on Bai Nen's face. His voice sounded: "Baba..."

Chu Jiaxuan listened to the child's inarticulate voice and watched him fall to the ground. Her heart ached. She held the child up and comforted him: "Oh, darling, don't cry Tell me where your parents have gone

Who on earth is so ungrateful? How can you leave the child here alone when he is so young? She is not very good at walking. Children are so cute and delicate that they are not afraid of being carried away by others?

Chu Jiaxuan thinks angrily at the bottom of her heart. Looking at the child in her arms, her heart is warm.

The child looked at Chu Jiaxuan and held her clothes tightly, crying all the time.

"Don't cry I'll take you to your father... " Chu Jiaxuan walks around the park with the little guy in her arms. When she finds that no one is looking for a child, Chu Jiaxuan frowns.