Chapter 2294 Postpartum Depression, Fake (I)

Zhou Chongguang sent Gu Mei back to the apartment, and Gu Mei behaved very normally.

She considerately asked him to go to the hospital to accompany the child, saying that it was okay for her to stay at home.

Zhou Chongguang's eyes fell deeply on Gu Mei's face for a long time, and then he smiled faintly: "Then I'm leaving!"

He even reached out and gently touched Gu Mei's cheek, and Gu Mei's eyes were filled with joy.

Zhou Chongguang didn't say anything else, just said a few words and left.

When he opened the door and walked out, his face was already gloomy-

Gu Mei was pretending!

The so-called postpartum depression was pretending.

Zhou Chongguang closed his eyes slightly, and his fingers clenched into fists.

How could she sacrifice her son for this fake marriage?

Does she have any humanity?

She calculated that he would be soft-hearted and that he would soften his attitude because of her illness, right?

Her flaw was that she knew him too well, and everything was played according to his wishes. She acted a little too much, but it was not real.

It's not like he hasn't seen depressed people before, just like 14-year-old Qin Mu, who had no spirit in her eyes at that time, but she had never wanted to hurt others, and a little bit of thought could make her very happy.

These, can't be pretended.

And Gu Mei... Zhou Chongguang smiled gently.

She really doesn't need to be like this, she really thinks too much.

Zhou Chongguang pursed his thin lips, but didn't say anything, and drove directly to the hospital.

He was very tired, indescribably tired.

But the road still needs to be walked, life has to go on...

However, he couldn't find a trace of happiness.

While driving, he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it, took a long puff, and the smoke he exhaled was blown away by the night wind...

The cigarette was held between his slender fingers, rising and falling, and his eyes were deep and moist.

In his mind, in his heart, there was nothing else except Qin Mu.

All the way to the hospital, he looked at Shuimu's soft little face, and looked at little Shuimu smiling at him, and his heart softened slightly.

He actually found the shadow of Qin Mu on Shuimu's face.

Zhou Chongguang didn't know if this was his own illusion or hope. In short, he felt that Shuimu looked more and more like his Mumu.

Shuimu - Mu!

Maybe it was originally his and Qin Mu's child.

At that moment, Zhou Chongguang felt that the person suffering from postpartum depression was himself.

He stroked his forehead, smiled slightly bitterly, and bent over to tease little Shuimu.

Aunt Zhang on the side smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, the baby knows you. He smiled as soon as you came. He had a tense face for a long time before."

Zhou Chongguang smiled lightly: "My son."

Aunt Zhang also laughed and bent over to tease the little guy: "Little Shuimu!"

When Aunt Zhang called this name, Zhou Chongguang smiled lightly, and he felt indescribable satisfaction in his heart.

He finally found a little comfort and balance in this unhappy marriage.

He seemed to live outside of Gu Mei's life. He had his own spirit.

He, Mumu, and their little Shuimu lived together.

(Mr. Zhou, this is a disease, and it needs to be treated!)

Aunt Zhang, who didn't know the inside story, kept calling "Xiao Shuimu Xiao Shuimu" and didn't notice Zhou Chongguang's abnormality.

That night, Zhou Chongguang stayed in the hospital, and Aunt Zhang also slept in the small room to watch over him.

In the early morning, Qin Chen came over, still looking like an extremely noble, delicate and elegant male god.