After the anesthesia, Cheng Xiaonuo opened her eyes. She tried hard to overcome the fatigue, endured the pain of the knife, and turned sideways to look at the little life beside her gasping.

At that moment, happiness filled my heart.

At that moment, tears blurred my eyes.

It turns out that creating life is such a wonderful feeling!!!

The little guy was wrapped in a white blanket and was sleeping sweetly. His black eyebrows were straight and stylish. His fair skin was as crystal clear as enamel. She closed her eyes, but she could see her beautiful eyes and unremarkable eyelashes. Her nose was very small and straight, her mouth was pursed, and she was red...

"baby!"

She wanted to hug her daughter, but the blade on her body did not allow her to move. She could only lean her head over and warmly past her baby's little face.

The little guy was awakened, opened his big watery eyes and looked at his mommy flickeringly.

She was very well-behaved and didn't act like other children. She just woke up and cried and screamed.

She seemed to know that no one else took care of her now, and Mommy was still very weak, and she just lay beside Mommy, quietly.

At this time, Wang Qing walked in wearing a patient suit, holding anti-inflammatory drops with one hand, and holding her waist with the other.

"Xiao Nuo, you're awake, how about you? Do you feel better?"

Wang Qing asked with concern, her voice was very small and she seemed very weak!

"Sister Wang! Where is your belly... what about the child?"

Xiaonuo looked at Wang Qing's flat belly in shock.

Wang Qing laughed twice, came to Xiaonuo, leaned down and looked at the baby and said, "I gave birth to you too. If I send you into the delivery room, I will have a stomachache. I can't stand it anymore!"

"Ah? Sister Wang, are you okay? I've made you suffer!"

Xiaonuo is full of gratitude.

"It's okay. I thought the child was lazy month and I wouldn't have a child so quickly. But that's fine. I gave birth naturally, and the whole process didn't take long and I didn't suffer much."

What Wang Qing said is the same as it is.

Sometimes, it’s not that we think too stupidly, but that the liar acts too seriously.

Cheng Xiaonuo was completely kept in the dark.

Wang Qing pretended to look at Xiaonuo's baby enthusiastically, and was secretly surprised in her heart: "The twins don't look very similar."

Indeed, the "little sister" secretly carried away by the anesthesiologist was more like Mo Cangkong. The "little sister" beside Xiaonuo is a replica of Mommy Cheng Xiaonuo.

Wang Qing curled the corners of her mouth slightly: "God, are you helping me this time?"

@@@

Cheng Xiaonuo was very strange. It would be fine if Mo Cangqiong was ruthless to him, but why didn’t he even take a look at Wang Qingsheng’s baby!

Could it be that his heart is really made of iron and stone, and even tiger poison knows how to love Xiaohuzi, what about him?

Wang Qing looked at Xiao Nuo and sighed and said, "Xiao Nuo, we two are really... really connected to the same fate. Alas, it may be right for you to leave him. He is really full of hatred, no matter how hard I try, he is still so cold. He doesn't care if I give birth to a child."

Xiaonuo frowned and held Wang Qing's hand: "Sister Wang, is there something wrong with him? I know I shouldn't think so, but... I think Mo Cangqiong is not a man who can't bear the responsibility..."

As soon as Cheng Xiaonuo said that, he regretted it.

He was ruthless to himself and had the right to ask himself to help him plead with love. She kept the unspoken words in her stomach, but this was enough to arouse Wang Qing's vigilance.

She was worried that she would have more dreams.

_____________________________________________________________________________________________

Wang Qing said that she and Cheng Xiaonuo had the same fate, so she was willing to become sisters with Xiaonuo and send her away from this sad city.

Although Xiaonuo is reluctant to leave, this seems to be the best choice now.

Wang Qing's attentiveness made Xiao Nuo somewhat confused, but she believed that it was because of love. She felt that Wang Qing might be because she loved Mo Cangkong too much, so she hoped that she could leave the farther away, the better.

Los Angeles, another country and another city across the mountains and oceans.

This is a thousand miles away, probably far enough.

@@@

"Cangqiu, don't stay here, Xiaochu is already dead. People cannot be resurrected. No matter how sad you are, he will not be able to survive."

Nan Yilei hugged the sky tightly. He stood like an iron tower in the house where Mo Xiaochu once lived, motionless. On the windowsill, there were small plants that Xiaochu liked, and on the desk, there were novels he was willing to read. On the balcony, no one was allowed to move his basketball or drawing board. In the refrigerator, there was a half-large bottle of Coke that he had not drunk all...

Mo Xiaochu, after leaving the airport alone, there was no news.

Mo Cangkong searched everywhere, but two hours later, he was told: "Mo Xiaochu is dead, and he found his clothes in a desert... He should have been self-immolation, and there is only dust left."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe that Xiao Chu is dead!"

Mo Cangqiong was almost crazy at that time. He pulled the doctor and hissed and shouted: "Did you hear me cure my brother? He won't be aware of it. He has been very obedient since he was a child. He will not get sick or make trouble... You cure my brother, otherwise I will kill you!"

The doctor felt that Mo Cangkong was crazy.

"Mr. Mo, I can't do anything about this! Even if Hua Tuo is angry and resurrected, he has no choice but to encounter such a situation... There is no corpse, only a handful of ashes... You should be mournful and follow the changes, don't make things difficult for me."

Mo Xiaochu's death had a great blow to Mo Cangkong.

He was once sent to one of the best mental hospitals in France by Nan Yilei for adjustment. During that time, Mo Cangqiong made hundreds of calls to Nan Yilei almost every day, and the content was the same every time: "He is my younger brother. Since I was a child, I have watched him grow up... Help me save him. He is not dead, he must still be alive. Nan Yilei, believe me, don't treat me perfunctorily... Help me save Xiaochu, help me."

"Cangqiong, Xiaochu is really dead. His fingerprints are on his clothes, and his suicide note is left by him on msn... He has set himself on fire, and the gasoline pot is next to him... How do you want me to save him? Cangqiong, calm down, have you not lost Mo Xiaochu's mental preparation in the past twenty years?"

Nan Yilei's answer made Mo Cangqiong angrily hung up the phone every time, but he would call again soon and tell Yilei that he would hear Xiaochu call him "brother".

It took two and a half months before Mo Cangkong came back from a hospital in France.
Chapter completed!