"Didn't you agree that you should take care of your body for the sake of your children? Take care of your body starting from going to bed early, okay?"
Sheng Xin stood behind her, gently put his hand on her shoulder to hold her, and reminded her softly.
"Okay! No more writing."
Zhuo Jian pressed his shoulder hard, closed the notebook, then stood up and left him.
Sheng Xin followed her as she stood up, keeping his eyes on her face.
She deliberately kept her distance, and he smiled bitterly.
"Then, I'll go back to the room first."
"Um."
"Good night."
"Good night."
Zhuo Jian took small steps, said good night and left quickly.
Sheng Xin sighed helplessly with a forced smile, turned back on his heels, and walked to the back window with his hands behind his back.
The moonlight outside was very beautiful, but they still made no progress at all.
Sheng Xin is not a person who has no confidence in himself. What he is afraid of is that Zhuo Jian is too heartbroken to start a new relationship because of Fu Yanye.
In addition, there is another very important matter that is a bit tricky and I don’t know how to deal with it.
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Zhuo Jian returned to the room and put the two babies on the bed.
Every night she could only get some sleep by watching over them.
I also dream almost every night, dreaming of Chengcheng falling into the sea.
Did he cry then?
She forgot.
It seemed to be completely silent.
There was no sound, Chengcheng just fell into the sea.
Did Lin Ruxiang choose that place just so that she couldn't find Chengcheng's body?
Like a dream.
She kept swimming and swimming in the sea, but she couldn't find anything in the vast sea, and she would drown in the end.
But just before she died, she saw an old, soaked, dark piece of wood, and there seemed to be a child on it.
Her son?
Shout loudly: "Chengcheng."
The child also shouted, "Mom, mom, wow..."
"Don't be afraid Chengcheng, mom is here to save you!"
"Mother......"
"Orange, orange, orange..."
She flopped hard, but a big wave hit her. When she looked at the sea again, the sea was clean again.
What about that piece of wood?
What about Orange?
She woke up in fear, gasping for air.
No longer knowing what time it was, she touched the eyes on the bedside and put them on herself.
The bedside lamp was also turned on, turning on the dimmest light.
She lay down gently again and watched the twins next to her gradually calm down again, but she couldn't fall asleep again.
Later, I opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the notebook inside, opened it, and then continued working.
She now writes articles for a magazine and doesn't earn much, but she doesn't want to be a useless person.
Ouyang Ping contacted her through the magazine where she submitted articles, and opened a public relations company. The name was Ouyang Ping, but Zhuo Jian always wrote the articles.
So even when she didn't go out, she was not very free. It was this busyness that shared her pain.
She thought that if she left in the future, at least she would have some savings to help the two children live a better life.
When she is at home, she does not wear a ring on her finger. She only wears it when she goes out with Sheng Xin.
Now, a pair of clean fingers were tapping gently on the keyboard until a message jumped in from QQ in the lower right corner. It was Ouyang Ping. She was also tortured by a domestic violence case and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. When she saw Zhuo
Jane sent her a message online, "Why haven't you fallen asleep yet? Are you dreaming again?"
Zhuo Jian did not answer her directly, but said: "You give me so much work, how can I have time to sleep?"