"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 321 The Blind Man and the Rich Young Master

In desperation, Mica could only work as an accountant in a small private company, living a life of nine to five every day, working overtime at every turn.

She still remembered that it was an early summer night.After working overtime, the woman went to the supermarket to buy the food for the next day as usual, and then walked along the dimly lit path to the place where she rented a house.

At that time, she didn't have much money, and Mica rented a house in an ordinary residential area ten kilometers away from the company. The small one-bedroom and one living room were just enough for her to live alone, and the people living there were all ordinary-salary people. , the concrete road on the ground has long been potholed because of the large trucks that have been driving all the year round, and no one cares about it. Weeds are overgrown on both sides of the road. Every time it comes to summer, there will be various sounds in the grass. The sound of bugs and sometimes snakes.

Every time she passed this place, it was the time when Mica was most afraid.

That night, she carried the vegetables she bought in the supermarket and wanted to run back holding her breath as usual, but just when she was about to run, she heard a baby crying from the grass.

The small cry accompanied by the sound of insects seemed extremely strange in such a quiet night. Mica almost screamed out of fright. She tightly held the plastic bag in her hand and stared at the direction of the sound with a look of vigilance. Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, I approached cautiously.

Small cries intermittently, like a kitten that has not yet been weaned, now and then.

After Mica got closer, she realized that there was a baby lying in the messy grass!

The child was wrapped in a pitch-black blanket whose original color could not be seen. His thin body was covered with red spots, and he was crying with his eyes closed. His voice was like a silk thread that was about to break. Died.

After the shock, Yun Mu regained her senses, glanced left and right, and saw that there was no one around, she couldn't care about anything else, picked up the person and hurried to the hospital.

At that time, the doctor said that if it was too late, it would be a corpse.

Mica didn't say anything, and was busy registering to find a ward. After everything stabilized, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning.

The little child was lying on the crib, all the red spots on his body were covered with purple potion, and he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, looking pitiful.

The doctor asked about the child's origin, and the mica said it was picked up. The doctor was a little surprised when he heard the news, and then advised her that if the child's parents could not be found, it was best to send him to an orphanage.

Yun Mu nodded. That day, she sat outside the ward until dawn, and the child woke up slowly.

The seven-month-old child was as thin as a monkey. The doctor prescribed a bunch of medicines for him. Finally, Mica carried him out of the hospital. However, she did not follow the doctor's instructions to find parents for the child, or send him to an orphanage. , but went home directly with the person in his arms.

"At that time, I didn't know where I got such courage. I only knew that he was still so young and couldn't be left alone. When I came back to my senses, I had already taken him home."

Speaking of this, Yun Mu smiled lightly, and continued: "An unmarried woman with a child, there are a lot of gossips outside, I was also stubborn at that time, I quit my job in a fit of anger, and took Yunchu back to my hometown .”

"I found a relationship and entrusted someone to put Xiaochu's household registration under my name, and we became a family like this."

"You're too..." After hearing this, Old Man Mo frowned and disapproved of something, but also felt sorry for him, "It's too messy."

"I know I'm messing around, but I don't regret it," Mica said with firmness and tenderness in her hoarse voice, holding the water glass in her hand, "Xiao Chu's appearance brought me unexpected happiness and gave me happiness. The motivation to keep going is not so much that I saved him, but rather that we redeemed each other, Yun Ting, you know."

How could Old Mo, who had a vague understanding of his wife's past, not understand what she was talking about? His thousand words came to his lips and he only sighed: "Don't let the children know about this. Yun Chu is your son and mine, and this will never change in my life."

Mica nodded, and after a low reply, she gently leaned her head on the man's broad shoulders. The atmosphere in the ward was warm and peaceful.

Mo Chi stood quietly outside the door, looking at Yun Chu on the bed with dark and deep eyes, and after a long time, he turned and left quietly, as if he had never been here before.

Yun Chu woke up in the evening. He opened his eyes and stared straight at the ceiling without focus. There was a faint smell of disinfectant in his nose, and there was no sound in his ears.

For a moment, Yunchu thought he had returned to that painful and dark time, and panicked in his heart. He subconsciously sat up and waved his hands to grab something. There was a stabbing pain on the back of his hand, and then there was the sound of the door opening, and someone walked up quickly. The former grabbed his hand.

"Don't move around." The deep and magnetic voice sounded softly in his ears, and Yunchu instantly became dependent, he stretched out his other hand to grab the person, and his voice was filled with anxiety: "Mo Chi, what am I doing?" gone?"

Mo Chi took a careful look at the back of his hand where the needle was inserted, and after seeing that the needle was not crooked, he was slightly relieved, and gently put his cool hand back under the quilt. Mo Chi sat down by the bed, holding Zhuo Yunchu's other hand did not let go.

"You fainted in the classroom, this is a hospital."

Yun Chu was slightly taken aback, and the memory before he fainted slowly came back to his mind.

Mo Chi looked at him with gentle and calm eyes: "I don't want to, how do you feel now, is there any discomfort?"

Yun Chu frowned and felt it carefully, then gently broke his hand out of Mo Chi's grasp, raised his hand to touch his head, and pressed it to a place: "It's strange, I'm here," he lowered his head, motioning for Mo Chi to look, "It hurts a bit."

Mo Chi looked at his finger, his eyes were as deep as ink, but there was nothing unusual in his tone: "It's okay, the doctor said that you accidentally fell on your head when you fainted, and you'll be fine in two days."

Without the slightest doubt, Yun Chu put down his hand: "Oh, is that so?"

Mo Chi took his hand back into his palm again, looked at the pink nails, suppressed the turbulent emotions in a calm and gentle voice: "Yunchu, let's go to country M, we will leave when you are discharged from the hospital, Air tickets have been purchased and visas have been processed.”

"Are you in such a hurry?" This time, Yunchu didn't have the fear and anxiety of last time. He obediently let Mo Chi hold his hand, lowered his head, revealing a slender and fair neck, and Mo Chi couldn't see clearly With the expression on his face, he was silent for a while before opening his mouth softly: "Okay then, let's go."