CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

"I want to go back and rest. "    

As she spoke plainly, Han Zhiyu finally turned her gaze away.    

Lu Yiran did not say anything. He got up and pushed Han Zhiyu into the room.    

Just like before, after he carried Han Zhiyu onto the bed, Lu Yiran turned around and left.    

Han Zhiyu quietly sat on the bed and took out a small cotton sock from under the pillow.    

This was done with the help of Auntie Zhao when she was pregnant.    

She quietly looked at it and her eyes slowly turned red.    

His fingers gently touched the sock.    

If her baby had not died, she would have been smiling at her in her arms.    

Pak pak. . .    

Tears rolled out of her eyes without warning.    

More and more, more and more anxious.    

His heart began to tighten.    

Her baby. . .    

Han Zhiyu bit her lips and cried silently. Tears surged out of her eyes and her emotions were on the verge of collapse.    

Without a sound, A figure walked in without anyone noticing.    

When he saw Han Zhiyu sitting on the bed and silently crying, his eyes became much deeper.    

Walking over, Han Zhiyu, who was immersed in her own emotions, did not think that Lu Yiran would come back. She did not even notice him walking over. Until Lu Yiran walked to her side and reached out his hand to take the sock from her hand.    

Han Zhiyu was shocked when the picture in her hand was taken away. She looked up with tears streaming down her face and her red eyes looked at Lu Yiran.    

She saw that Lu Yiran's eyes were also fixed on the picture quietly.    

A faint emotion began to appear on his body. It made people feel sad for him. He pursed his lips and gave the sock back to Han Zhiyu without saying anything.    

His gaze looked at Han Zhiyu's red and swollen eyes that were crying, and his lips were lightly pursed.    

Han Zhiyu took it, and her gaze moved away from Lu Yiran's body. Then she looked at the sock in her hand. Her fingers gently caressed it, and there was an unconcealable grief on her face.    

"If you say my baby is not dead, it must be very cute, right?"    

As soon as Han Zhiyu's voice faded, Lu Yiran's eyes darkened and his expression became even more tense. His hands, on the side, were tighter and tighter.    

He had always been able to control his emotions, especially after being baptized by the business world. He had been cultivating even more. He had a feeling that he was invulnerable to swords and spears.    

However, when faced with this problem, his pupils rapidly contracted.    

His thin lips tightened even more, and his body also tightened even more.    

His gaze just looked at the thing in Han Zhiyu's hand and fixed it on that tiny little sock.    

Her heart, which had been tortured for a long time, started to tighten.    

He could recall the heartbeat that symbolized life when he was close to Han Zhiyu's belly.    

One time, another time. It was so strong and obvious.    

He could also feel the warmth and strength when he put his palm on it.    

Somewhere in his heart, it was still in pain.    

With a series of contractions, Lu Yiran's breathing began to become disordered.    

This emotion, which could only be tasted alone in the night, was now shown in front of people. There was no time to hide it, nor could it be hidden. . .    

As his pupils contracted, there were waves of emotions that could not be suppressed.    

The aura around Lu Yiran was becoming more and more suffocating.    

Han Zhiyu sat there and looked at Lu Yiran.    

"Don't think about the past anymore. "    

In the end, all the emotional ups and downs turned into a few words.    

Retracting his gaze from the photo coldly, he turned around and walked out. He walked very quickly and left in big strides.    

"Yiran. "    

Feng Xueqing saw Lu Yiran leave downstairs and called out to him.    

She had just asked him to go up and spend more time with Little Yu, but why did he come down now?    

However, her voice seemed not to be heard. She saw Lu Yiran walk even faster and walk out.    

He sat in the car that had been waiting outside, and the car immediately sped away.    

In the car, Lu Yiran stretched out his hand and pressed down on the barrier in the middle. His body tensed up, and he approached the back of the car.    

He had completely lost control of his emotions.    

He tightened his fingers. This pain, this guilt, could not be forgotten with the passage of time.    

Slowly closing his eyes, the pain on his face could no longer be suppressed. . .    

Han Zhiyu sat on the bed and quietly looked at the picture in her hand.    

There was nothing to say.    

She stretched her hand to the side and took out a strange-looking necklace. Then she pressed the button in the middle of the necklace.    

At this moment, there was a red light flashing in the middle of the necklace.    

This necklace was originally given to her by Hee Yuanze. As long as she pressed the button, she could detect her location at any time.    

After she was captured, all the communication devices on her body were confiscated.    

Feng Xueqing or Lu Yiran were by her side, cutting off all possibilities of communication with the outside world.    

When Lu Yiran came in earlier, she also deliberately used the matter of the dead baby to agitate him and let him leave so that she could buy some time.    

Less than five minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and then Feng Xueqing's voice sounded, "Little Yu, can I come in?"    

"Yes. " Han Zhiyu answered as she turned off the switch on the necklace and carefully hid it under the pillow.    

Although it was only a short five minutes, Han Zhiyu knew that this was enough to send her location out.    

Feng Xueqing pushed the door open and entered. The first thing she saw was Han Zhiyu's red eyelids. Her gaze turned to the little cotton socks in her hands and her heart felt a pain.    

As a woman as well, she could not persuade Han Zhiyu to forget this part of the past and look forward again.    

After all, the pain of losing a son was undoubtedly a huge blow to a woman.    

Only time and love could cure it.    

"Little Yu, I heard that there are new breeds in today's flower and bird market. Do you want to accompany Auntie to take a look?" Suppressing the aching pain in her heart, Feng Xueqing tried her best to make her voice sound normal. "You will also feel bored staying at home. It is also good to go out and relax more. "    

"I am afraid Lu Yiran will not agree," Han Zhiyu replied with a gloomy face.    

"It is fine. I will tell him. "Feng Xueqing comforted Han Zhiyu. Her gentle eyes were full of tender love. "If he is really worried, just send a few more people to protect us. "    

Han Zhiyu understood that Feng Xueqing was genuinely doing it for her own good and also tidied up her emotions and nodded gratefully.    

Feng Xueqing raised her hand to touch her thin face and the corner of her lips that curled up carried a trace of heartache.    

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