The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

After Chu Qiyi handled the company, he went to the hospital to see Qiao Huihe in the afternoon.

Qiao Hui and her body are still very poor, as if because of the backlog in her heart.

When Chu Jiyi went in, Qiao Huihe was resting, her brows frowned tightly, showing how depressed her mood was.

The caretaker nodded slightly towards Chu Muyi's wings, and it was already raining lightly, so the caretaker closed the window in the past.

As the window was closed, the dripping sound outside suddenly became much smaller.

Chu Ningyi waved his hand to let the carer out, and then pulled the quilt for Qiao Huihe simply.

"You are here." Qiao Huihe seemed to know who it was before she opened her eyes.

"Grandma." Chu Cuiyi helped Qiao Huihe get up and arranged a comfortable sitting position for her.

Qiao Huihe leaned on the pillow, looked at Chu Cuiyi, and then slowly reached out and stroked his face, "I didn't expect that after so many years, I still suffer from you."

Chu Cuiyi reached out and held Qiao Huihe's hand, and began to comfort: "Grandma, Lu Ling has grown up, he should not be allowed to live in hatred all the time, I don't think this is what my aunt hopes."

"Your aunt, after all, it was me who killed me. If I let her follow the painting then, maybe later things would not happen." Qiao Hui and smiled bitterly.

"That was aunt's decision." Chu Cuiyi said in a deep voice.

"No, that was our decision." Qiao Huihe said, and coughed again, "I was too selfish and only thought of your father."

Chu Cuiyi bowed her head slightly. "Grandma agreed, but also because her aunt really promised to be nice to her, didn't she?"

"Promise? That is obviously the least valuable thing." Qiao Hui and hehe laughed, leaning on the bed and watching the growing autumn rain outside.

Chu Cuiyi silently arranged the quilt for her, "He will die unexpectedly. To our surprise, you told your aunt about his death. You also hope that your aunt can let go of the past and live with her uncle, which is not intentional. It killed her aunt. "

That painter was said to have fallen off a cliff while he was sketching in the snow mountain and died.

Qiao Huihe thought, telling this to the daughter who had just given birth, so that she could give up her heart and start a new life with Mo Yin.

But who knows, Chu Anxin actually suffered from postpartum depression due to this incident, and then committed suicide.

"But grandma, I always wondered, did the aunt really commit suicide?" Chu Cuiyi asked suddenly.

He remembered that although he was young at that time, when he followed his mother to see her aunt, her aunt's mood was not as bad as what was called depression, and her uncle was very good at Xiao Lu, and his aunt would laugh when he watched.

How could my aunt be suddenly depressed or even commit suicide at this time?

Qiao Huihe heard the words of Chu Cuiyi, holding the quilt's hand slightly tightened, then slowly retracted his gaze and looked at Chu Cuiyi, "Why do you say that?"

"Grandma, then ..."

"Uh-"

The door of the ward was knocked, interrupting Chu Muyi's words.

Chu Cuiyi turned his head and saw the little girl with a smile on his face by the door.

Chu Cuiyi felt a little better when she saw her, beckoning slightly at her.

Shui Anluo came in holding the medical record folder. There was no arrogance in the hospital before. After all, there was a place where she had a muddy wings. She just needed to be stupid.