Childish Flower

27

Rows of tall buildings are draped in the night, towering under the darkening night light. Gao Tianchen is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-level office with a cigarette in his hand.

He has been speechless for a long time, only overlooking the pedestrians underneath from high above. The hustle and bustle of carriages and horses.

    Although he is not addicted to cigarettes, he has been smoking since he was a teenager, but Muze didn't like it before, so he quit. In the two years after Muze left, he was depressed and addicted to tobacco and alcohol all day long, ignoring the world. It took more than a year to gradually walk out of the shadow of losing his lover.

    A cigarette burned from the top to the tip of his finger. He glanced sideways at a pile of documents on the large table, and continued his work before returning to his position. The table was full of various documents, calmly making all kinds of accuracy. The instructions, the expression is focused.

    He has all the energy and the highest standards to complete the work every day, clean and neat as a machine, his handsome face is occupied by coldness, and he is unsmiling.

    What Gao Tianchen looks forward to most every day is to go home, where there are all the entanglements and intersections between Mu Jin and himself, as well as the lovely children with their blood.

    The black Bentley shuttled in the gradual sunset, driving along the winding road to the villas on the outskirts of the city.

    Taking off his suit jacket and hanging it on the shelf beside the entrance, Gao Tianchen walked straight to the baby room on the second floor.

    As soon as you enter the door, the warm orange wallpaper covers the whole room, the color is smooth and clear, and the soft carpet floor is surrounded by various toys that the baby loves, and there is a delicate and unique baby wooden bed in the middle. Gao Lin, who was more than two months old, slept peacefully in it.

    Gao Tianchen walked to the crib lightly, opened the breathable silk curtain hanging on the bed, and leaned over to stare at him.

    Unlike the wrinkled face originally seen in the incubator, Gao Lin's small face has long been opened, and his skin is as white and tender as a peeled egg, so people dare not touch it lightly.

    He seemed to have just been fed by Aunt Chen, one hand was clenched into a small fist, one hand was held by two fingers, and the cherry-like moist lips were pouting, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Gao Tianchen pampered and gently licked his son's ruddy little cheek with his hands. Gao Lin was very quiet, his nose was lightly closed, and his exhaled warm nose sprayed on his hands, touching the softness of Gao Tianchen's heart.

    After finishing the quilt for his son, Gao Tianchen got up and left, and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor.

    That one was specially prepared by Gao Tianchen for Mu Jin. It contained all the medical equipment Mu Jin needed. The whole room was like a small ICU ward.

    Mu Jin was lying on the spacious and soft hospital bed, her small and delicate face was mostly covered by the oxygen mask covering her face, her eyes closed tightly, as if she was sleeping.

    Time flies. It has been two months since Gao Lin was born safely. Although Mu Jin is out of danger, there is no sign of awakening, and various functions of the body are also very slow and weak.

    He needs to use various fine medical machines to maintain the movement of life. Although Mu Jin is not conscious, Gao Tianchen can't bear him lying alone and lonely in the cold hospital, so he spends a lot of energy to set up a room at home. In the ward, he took Mu Jin home.

    Relying only on the various nutrient solutions injected into the body, Mu Jin inevitably lost another circle, her complexion like white paper, reflecting her long curly eyelashes as dark as wings dyed with thick ink.

    Gao Tianchen sat on the edge of his bed, only Mu Jin was in his sight, and his eyes were full of tenderness and stringiness.

    There was an infusion tube stuck in the back of Mu Jin's hand full of blue and purple pinholes, and Gao Tianchen didn't even dare to hold it gently.

    "Xiaojin, do you know? Aunt Chen told me that when the baby ate today, she found that Lin'er could already hold a spoon. He looks very cute and looks a lot like you," Gao Tianchen said slowly, as if he was on the bed. Mu Jin could hear ordinary babbling about daily trivial matters.

    "I know you will love him, but you haven't even wake up to looked at him," he refused to look away. "Don't you want to grow up with him? How can you bear to miss the bits and pieces of his slowly growing up? wake up now "

sleeping person got up in his forehead pity to drop a light kiss, a good heavy pressure angle is white, high Tianchen turned and left the room.

    He did not notice that there was reaction behind the doll-like Mujin, and a finger moved slightly with the hand hanging beside him, only a tiny margin.