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Chapter 581 Mingzhu gives birth to a child

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After not seeing her for several months, Su Heng grew taller, and his originally tender eyebrows and eyes also showed a little bit of meticulousness.

Mingzhu should actually go and see him, and she always cared about this younger brother.

But unlike her relief for Mrs. Su, she didn't know how to face her younger brother

He was too young to understand what was going on, and he was originally the most innocent one, but he was forced to endure the overturn of his life.

Heng'er... Mingzhu said softly.

Before she could finish her words, Su Heng had already walked over, raised his little face and said: I have heard everything my mother said just now.

Mingzhu felt nervous, and she heard the child's childish voice continue: Mom is wrong. Our family is in decline because my father followed the common people to rebel. I heard that my elder sister had advised her, but she was locked up by her father.

My father used to tell me that I had to study and get fame and fortune in order to revitalize my family business. I knew that my father wanted to shine his family, but he went the wrong way.He taught me the truth, but I forgot that I could pay the price for the wrong things I did, so how could I blame others?

Speaking of this, he paused and said seriously: So, I don’t blame my elder sister.Don’t worry, sister, I will study hard in the future, get fame and fortune, and I will revitalize my family business.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mingzhu was already crying. She half-squatted down, hugged her brother tightly, but kept murmuring: Thank you, thank you...

On New Year's Eve this year, when it was snowing outside the house, Mingzhu successfully gave birth to a boy.

Because she was pregnant, the child was born before her term, but fortunately her complexion was rosy, her crying loudly, and she did not look sick.

When the sisters heard that except for Yushu who was about to give birth and was difficult to move, they all rushed to congratulate her on their eyes.

They didn't know who the child's biological father was, and Mingzhu was pregnant before marriage, which was unwilling to the world, but now they are just happy for their sisters from the bottom of their hearts.

Rui Niang is now three months pregnant, and she smiled and said: What a neat child, I will take a look at it and share my sister's joy.

Everyone laughed and said: You are not satisfied with two kids. Can you still have another kid?It’s okay for us, I’m afraid the eldest brother will be disappointed!

A sentence made Rui Niang blush. Mingzhu lying on the couch, listening to the sisters talking and laughing, and staring at her son's sleeping little face in the cradle, she felt a sense of peace in her heart.

Qin Xueyin said: Did my sister name our nephew?

Mingzhu had already thought about it and said softly: Just call me... Su Nianjun.

She didn't know where that person was now. The sky was high and the road was long and the mountains were long and the water was wide. Perhaps they could not meet again in this life, but I thought about it here. Your heart is my heart, and I will never change this life.

The sisters joked again, but seeing that it was getting late and it was difficult to bother Mingzhu again, they dispersed and boarded the bus home.

Qin Shuang's car went westward and did not return to the Fu family, but went up to the village outside the city.

On the way, I saw fine snow falling again in the air, but it was like the willow catkins in spring, which melted when touched the face. Looking under the lantern, it was like a graceful jade butterfly.

For a moment, the night became deeper and deeper. In the darkness and the wind and snow, the outline of the house slowly appeared in the distance, and the dim lights swayed, like a lonely lamp guiding the wind and waves.

The man was wearing a blue crow cloak and holding a glass hydrangea lamp in his hand. He didn't know how long he had been standing on the second door.

And such a scene is like this fine snow every day and every night, both familiar and gentle.