Chapter 19 He still wants us to leave

Chris is awkwardly feeding Little John porridge with a small spoon. He carefully put porridge to his mouth and blew it for half a day before Little John could drink it. I tried to take it, but he refused: "Let me feed it. I have not done my duty as a father." Responsibility? I gave a cold snort in my heart. You can clearly give up those things outside and choose us when the child is born, but you give up! I was taken aback when I asked myself like this. Will I choose to forgive at that time? And why do I care so much about it? I can't believe I'm angry about this! These messy thoughts in my mind disturbed my mind, and I could hardly taste the food. After feeding Xiaobao, Chris looked up and saw the barely moving food on my plate. He frowned: "Chris, why don't you eat it? It's not to your liking?" I didn't speak. He took the plates in front of me, carefully cut them into small pieces with a slender hand holding a knife, and then moved them back to my front. "Eat more, you have lost weight." Chris whispered. There was a sour feeling stuck in my throat. I looked at the neatly cut steak on the plate and couldn't eat a bite. Chris's hand suddenly covered up. The warmth of his palm made me feel distracted for a while, but I immediately retracted my hand as if I had been burned. His face showed an injured look: "Chris, will you give me a chance? It used to be my fault." I suddenly feel extremely wronged and angry. Why do everything have to follow your arrangement and decision? Since you Chris have chosen, you must have the courage to bear it to the end! "Chris, don't say that again. I have nothing to do with you. You are just Little John's father!" Because I was afraid of scaring the children, I tried my best to restrain my feelings. Chris saw my emotional excitement, worry and anxiety floating on his face: "I won't talk, don't be angry, eat something." "I don't want to eat." "No." Chris said firmly, "I must eat some. Don't you like this?" He handed the menu to me: "Why don't you order porridge for digestion?" In the face of Chris, who is still as strong as ever, I was so angry that I could not help but silently pick up the fork. He breathed a sigh of relief. After dinner, Chris insisted on sending me and Little John back. I didn't pay attention at first, but I felt something was wrong when the car was driving. "This road is not to go back to where I live." I tried to say in a calm voice to Chris, who was sitting next to me holding Little John, "Where are you taking us?" Chris looked at me and made a quiet gesture with his hand to his mouth: "Little John is asleep. Let's talk about it at home, okay?" Now, I can't help it. This bastard has grasped my shortcomings! The car did not return to my place of residence. It stopped in a place where I had never been. Yes, he and Nora got married later, so they must have changed places to live. The thought that this might be his and Nora's new house began to make me feel a little uncomfortable. Standing at the door, I couldn't step out of the door. "After you and your children left, I lived alone in my former home. I always thought of the mistakes you and yourself did, so I simply changed my house." Chris seemed to see what I was thinking and explained, "Nora and I have never lived together." "Don't explain to me, these have nothing to do with me." I didn't even look at him. Chris laughed twice and made a please gesture. The color in the room is mainly black and white, which looks simple and clean. "I prepared my son's bedroom." Chris said behind me, "It was ready very early." The child's room is on the second floor, close to the master bedroom. Pushing open the door is like coming to a colorful fairy tale world. Toys are piled up all over the house. Even the small bed against the wall is made into the style of a pirate ship. In the middle of the room, there is a cradle for the baby to sleep with a lovely baby ringing bell hanging on it. I walked over and gently caressed and touched this beautiful and delicate little cradle. "Chris, I knew you would like it. I took a fancy to it at a glance." Chris said. I looked back into his eyes carefully: "Unfortunately, it's too late. Little John will never use it again." His eyes dimmed and then lit up again. "It doesn't matter. Look at this cot. You and Little John will like it too." I didn't speak, just motioned Chris to put the child on it. After settling in Little John, I walked out of the room with him. "Chris, I will contact Zheng Zehui to buy a plane ticket to the United States as soon as possible." His head was pressed low, and after a long time, he slowly lifted it up: "Well, although it's okay for the time being, but...... you'd better go back as soon as possible." The uncomfortable feeling in my heart came out again. It turns out that Chris didn't want to keep me and the children at all! It turns out that I think too much again! "That's it, then." I quickly turned and left, not wanting to stay by his side for a minute. However, my hand was held, a great force pulled me back, and then I fell into a warm embrace. Chris's breath surrounded me instantly, and soon his warm lips were printed on mine. I began to struggle hard. "Let me go!" I shouted, "You bastard!" He snorted as if I had touched his wound. But Chris didn't let go of the arm he held me tightly. On the contrary, he increased his strength. I was worried about his injury and finally stopped resisting. He stuck to my face, his eyes full of ecstasy: "Chris, you still care about me, don't you?" "You think too much." I hit him: "My shortcoming is that I am soft-hearted. Even kittens and puppies can't bear to hurt, not to mention you are a person." Chris was not influenced by me. His kiss rained on my face. Then I heard him sigh and say, "I miss you." This sentence did not stir up a little ripple in my heart, on the contrary, there was anger. I pushed him away with all my strength and shouted in a low voice, "Chris, how many times do you want me to say it? We are finished! I don't love you anymore, can you stay away from me?" Then, I stopped looking at him and turned and pushed open the bedroom door beside me. After locking the door, I sat on the ground and began to cry silently. Chris said he missed me, but at the beginning he gave up trying to get my forgiveness. He resolutely chose to send us out for money. How ridiculous this is! Maybe he still thinks he's protecting us. However, it can be. . . . . . . My tears slipped like broken beads. Listen to Zheng Zehui, Chris later learned about my illness! This really makes me puzzled! Because time is so precious to me, and I don't see how much I want Little John and I to stay. After crying for a long time, I rubbed my almost numb legs and stood up, groped to the bed and lit up the desk lamp on the bedside table. The scene in the room made me almost forget to breathe for a while, and I was shocked.