"What's wrong with the child?" Cui Jinhua was so panicked that his hands and feet were weak and his whole body was shaking. As if he couldn't believe it, he stretched out his hand to shake the child.
Yan Se bit her lip and touched Cong Cong's cold body, refusing to say the word "death".
Why! Why! Her baby is not even over one month old yet! Didn’t he just leave the hospital when he was already healthy? Yan Se didn't understand. No one in the whole Tongzi Tower had ever had such a thing, right? Why is her life so miserable?
Cui Jinhua was the first to calm down, looked back at the door, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and quickly walked over and locked the door.
Fortunately, Liu Dahua was quarreling with others in the corridor at this time, and Wenjuan was also distracted, so she didn't notice the movement on their side.
"Girl." Cui Jinhua looked at Yan Se who had lost his mind and said, "The child is gone, but if your mother-in-law and your man know that the child left like this beside you, they will not be able to spare you."
Yan Se was crying so hard that she was out of breath. She held the child's hand tightly, raised her tear-stained face and said, "Can't you spare me?"
"If Liu Dahua hadn't been so angry with me, would the child have been born prematurely? How about childhood pneumonia? I was so angry that I ran out of milk, and the child ran out of breast milk. If I hadn't thought of this reason..."
Yan Se couldn't go on. In the final analysis, she was not careful enough as a mother. If she had noticed the child's abnormality earlier, she might have been able to save her.
And Yan Zhen, if Yan Zhen hadn't suddenly come to the city, she wouldn't have been so miserable. Yan Zhen was the culprit of everything.
Cui Jinhua listened to the movement outside the door and said anxiously: "Sese, don't cry yet. The child can't be saved. You have to plan for the future."
What are your future plans? Yan Se murmured these words and looked at Cui Jinhua with scarlet eyes. She nodded slowly as if she understood.
"Yes, if they don't make it easy for me, I won't let them go either!"
Yan Se's heart is full of hatred. She hates everyone, and the ones she hates most now are Liu Dahua and Wenjuan.
She quickly wiped the tears on her face and fixed her hair. Cui Jinhua also took action and put away the broken bowls and millet porridge on the ground.
Yan Se looked at the motionless one and swore in his heart: My child, mother will definitely avenge you, just wait! We will never let those who bully us live comfortably!
With trembling hands, Yan Se turned the child over and turned him sideways, facing the wall, so that the child's condition would not be easily noticed.
After doing all this, Yan Se and Cui Jinhua looked at each other, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the expressions on each other's faces, they calmed down, took a deep breath, pretended that nothing happened, opened the door and walked out. .
"Wenjuan, don't stand at the door and watch the fun. Go inside and look at Congcong. I'll make some medicine for our mother." Yan Se bent over to find the casserole in the kitchen and told Wenjuan: "The child is sleeping. Just keep an eye on him and tell your sister-in-law when he wakes up."
Wenjuan nodded and said reluctantly: "Yes."
After saying that, she raised her head and glanced at Liu Dahua, who was still obsessed with teasing in the corridor, then turned and entered the house.
Wenjuan entered the room and looked at Congcong, who was lying sideways on the bed without any movement. She thought he was sleeping, so she didn't pay attention.
My sister-in-law's bed was very comfortable. Wenjuan thought about it, took off her shoes, and lay down on it.
As soon as Wenjuan touched the pillow, she fell asleep.
Until a scream came from my ears——
"Ah! Congcong! Wake up, Congcong!"
Wenjuan woke up from her sleep and looked in front of her with some confusion.
Standing in the room were Yan Se, Cui Jinhua, and Liu Dahua, all looking at her.
"What's wrong with Congcong?" Wenjuan rubbed her eyes, "Are you awake?"
Before she could understand, a slap hit her face.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?" Wenjuan covered her face and looked at Yan Se in shock, "You, why did you hit me?"
Yan Se rushed up, beating and scolding Wenjuan as if he was crazy, "Wenjuan, you killed Congcong! You killed my son!"
"You slept soundly, so you didn't care about the child, right? You put the quilt over the child's head! You covered him to death!"
Yanse entered the house midway. She looked at Wenjuan, who was sleeping dead. She endured the pain and didn't even dare to look at the child, so she put the quilt over his head.
Then she instructed Cui Jinhua to find some excuse to bring Liu Dahua into the room.
Cui Jinhua looked at Congcong, whose head was covered by the quilt, and pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "Tell me, Wenjuan is the same. I don't know that children can't cover their heads when sleeping. They are so dishonest when sleeping!"
Just as Liu Dahua was about to confront Cui Jinhua, she heard Cui Jinhua scream.
"Ah, Congcong! Congcong!"
Yan Se, who was boiling medicine outside the door, rushed in, "What's wrong with the child?"
Cui Jinhua quickly said something more embellished. Yan Se looked at the lifeless child and slapped Wen Juan directly in the face.
"I, I don't know. When I came in, Congcong was sleeping soundly and there was no quilt on her head. I don't know..." Wenjuan covered her face and cried to see Liu Dahua.
"Mom, I really don't know!"
"You must have been dishonest when sleeping. You kicked your legs and pushed off the quilt, and the quilt covered the child's head!" Cui Jinhua hugged Yan Se, who was almost fainting from crying, and scolded Wen Juan with red eyes, "You are such a broomstick. Xing, killed his own nephew!"
"Tell me, did you do it on purpose! Maybe you did it on purpose!"
"I'm not! I didn't!" Wenjuan ran down from the bed timidly, hid nervously behind Liu Dahua, and whispered, "Mom, I really didn't mean it!"
Liu Dahua stared blankly at the little body held in Yan Se's arms. That was her eldest grandson.
The child is gone, but there is her daughter on the other side, and the palms and backs of her hands are full of flesh.
Liu Dahua didn't know how to speak for the first time, so she stammered: "Wen, Wenjuan, no, it wasn't intentional."
"Who can deliberately harm his own blood relatives?"
Yan Se cried so much that she became a tearful person, her voice was hoarse, and she yelled like crazy, "Yes, I didn't mean it, but Congcong is just gone!"
"Someone save my child, my life is so miserable!"
It wasn't until this moment that Yan Se completely vented all his emotions.
She was crying and shouting hysterically, holding tightly to the child who had lost all breath.
"But no one wants to think about this kind of thing?" Liu Dahua had no choice but to say good things quickly, but then she thought, "Besides, who told you to let Wenjuan look after the child? If you watch it yourself, maybe this kind of thing won't happen. Something happened!"
Liu Dahua was also sad and her eyes were red. Her grandson was gone and her daughter could only protect him.
Yan Se gritted his teeth, disheveled his hair, stood up suddenly, and pushed Wenjuan out one after another, "Get out of here! Get out!"
"You murderer, get out of here!"
