Mu Chenyuan, who had always obeyed her words, could only suppress the doubts in his heart and take a bath obediently.
Mu Chenyuan threw down the towel wiping his hair, sat next to Wen Wan, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Mu Chenyuan found that there were too many things in Wen Wan's absent-minded eyes that he could not see through.
In the past, when she saw him, she always felt that there was some kind of blood feud between them, and she wished he would die immediately.
I have always treated him with cynicism and cold eyes, and never gave him a good look.
Sometimes, they would even stab him.
After so many years, Mu Chenyuan was not surprised by her behavior.
But today, her sudden change made him feel like he was back to the past.
The low voice brought Wen Wan back from her wandering thoughts.
She raised her head and glanced at Mu Chenyuan beside her.
She couldn't help but get closer to his warm body, pressed her face against his chest, and sighed in a low voice: " I just dreamed of Ah Mo.”
Hearing this, Mu Chenyuan froze, and a biting chill ran through his body.
The Amo Wen Wan mentioned was his and her first child, named Mu Zimo, who was brutally murdered before he could even look at him.
He remembered that when he found the child's body, he saw the premature baby who had just been born, with a small black face and an obvious strangulation mark on his delicate neck.
He knew at a glance that he had been strangled to death.
He clearly remembered Wen Wan's desperate and heart-wrenching scream when he saw the child, as well as the hatred in his heart that wanted to tear the child into pieces.
It was also from that time on that Wen Wan seemed to have changed into a different person, taciturn and depressed.
This child has always been a taboo in the Mu family.
For so many years, no one has dared to mention him, especially in front of Wen Wan.
I was just worried that it would irritate her.
Unexpectedly, she would take the initiative to mention the child tonight.
"Um."
That child had always been a pain in their hearts.
Mu Chenyuan didn't know how to comfort her, and he couldn't say any words of comfort.
Feeling Mu Chenyuan's suddenly cold body, Wen Wan couldn't help but pull up the quilt to cover the two of them, nestled in his arms and continued: "Amo is very delicate and cute, and his eyes are very similar to yours, they are both very bright.
Light brown.
He kept smiling at me, his eyebrows crescent, and he called me mommy with a soft and cute voice. " Thinking of the child in the dream, Wen Wan's eyes were full of tenderness.
It turns out that her Ahmo is such a cute child.
"Um."
The softer and more joyful the Wen Wan's voice was, the more painful it felt in Mu Chenyuan's heart, so much that it made it difficult for him to breathe.
The child's tragic death made him feel that it didn't matter that he, Mu Chenyuan, was the head of the Mu family, he couldn't even protect his wife and children.
What happened three years ago made him feel that kind of infuriating powerlessness.
He has been thinking that if he had ignored the affairs in Southeast Asia, such a tragedy would not have happened.
Wen Wan didn't care whether Mu Chenyuan was listening or not, but continued: "Ah Mo loves to laugh, and when he smiles he will show his little white teeth.
Ah Mo is very smart, he can crawl up by himself when he falls.
When he gets up, he will ask you to buy something delicious when he sees it.
He will babbling and learn to talk, but then he keeps crying and crying.
No matter how much he is coaxed, he can’t be coaxed.
"I spend all my time just for you
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