C534 Front Lines(2)

Jiajia seemed to have noticed Chu Moyan's gaze. She turned around and looked. As expected, her child was sleeping soundly. He really did not notice. After playing for the whole day, he must be very tired. Jiajia could not help but smile helplessly. When she turned her head, her eyes met with Chu Moyan's. An awkward atmosphere rose in the carriage.

Chu Moyan had been watching Jiajia's uneasy actions. After that... He asked word by word, "It can be seen that the little guy thirsts for fatherly love. Don't you want to find a daddy for Xiaomo? A woman doesn't need to be so strong. Isn't it good to hide behind a man sometimes? " His eyes were full of heartache. Why couldn't he take care of the mother and son?

Well, of course she thought about it. After all, five years had passed. Some of the things that were unforgettable should also be diluted, right? It wasn't that she didn't want to let him go, but that she couldn't be sure. Did she still have the ability to love? Jiajia had always thought of herself. Now that she heard what Yan said, her line of defense is a little loose.

Of course, all of these changes did not escape Chu Moyan's eyes. He decided to continue to press on and ask, "Putting aside your identity as a child, don't you realize that you have many good men by your side? Take me, Jiajia, for example. Believe me, no one knows you better than me. I know what you need. " He decided that he could not let Jiajia escape anymore. He had waited for so many years. How could he give up?

Being stared at by Chu Moyan's affectionate eyes, Jiajia noticed that she opened her mouth. But she still could not say a word. She secretly thought about it. Maybe she should let go of it. At this moment, many emotions flashed across her eyes. There were feelings of gratitude, pain, and many other emotions that others could not understand.

"Jiajia, can you give me a chance to take care of your mother and son?" At the end of his sentence, Chu Moyan held Jiajia's hand emotionally. Although Jiajia had once promised him verbally, he knew. Chu Yihan had deeply engraved her bone and blood, so he was still lingering outside. He did not move in after a long time. Five years passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiaomo slowly became sensible. He thought that Jiajia should be thinking about him. After all, time could wash away everything, right?

Jiajia awkwardly pulled out from Chu Moyan's hand, "Yan, give me a week to think about it, okay?" This was the answer she had thought about carefully. This time, it would not change.

Chu Moyan was about to speak, but Jiajia hurriedly interrupted, "I promise, this will be the last time!" Having known Chu Moyan for so many years, she naturally knew what Chu Moyan had yet to say.

After that, the carriage went silent again. The car slowly drove into the neighborhood where Jiajia lived. Jiajia was the first to jump out of the car and open the back seat. As expected. Xiaomo had already tilted his head and fell asleep. He seemed to be sleeping very soundly. Jiajia stood outside the car for a moment and many complicated emotions flashed through her heart. All these years, she knew that Xiaomo would never ask her about her father insensibly. But this had always been what Jiajia owed him. She wanted to make it up to him. She could feel that deep in his heart, he longed for fatherly love. It could be seen from Xiaomo's occasional display of intimacy with Yan. However, would Yan be suitable to be Xiaomo's father? The answer might be yes.

Just as Jiajia stood outside the car in a daze, Chu Moyan had already stepped out of the car door and brushed past her body. He firmly picked up Xiaomo, turned around and said to Jiajia, "Let's go."

It was fake to say that she was not touched. Jiajia tried hard to suppress the strange feeling that rose in her heart. " Thank you, Yan." If it wasn't for him, perhaps he wouldn't have known that he was wandering in America. Yan gave her the feeling that he was better than a friend.

"That proposal I mentioned, perhaps you can consider it!" Xiaomo was not light either. He really did not know how Jiajia usually had to take care of her child and go to work alone. What kind of strength did such a small body have to support a small family?

Chu Moyan kicked open the door with one leg and gently placed Xiaomo on the bed. He seemed to be afraid of disturbing his good dream. In fact, if one looked closely, Xiaomo was somewhat similar to him. Chu Moyan could not help but think self-deprecatingly.

After sending Chu Moyan away, Jiajia lay on the bed, exhausted. She thought about a lot of things. She thought about Chu Yihan's sweet relationship in the past. Wu Mengru's face was full of happiness as she hugged him, as well as her incomparable weakness. Jiajia slowly closed her eyes, and the tears by her eyes slowly fell...

Another week had just begun. Jiajia was in a good mood. She could hear the occasional song from the kitchen and Xiaomo was no exception.

"Mummy, what good things are you so happy about? You are preparing to marry Uncle Moyan. Did you win the lottery? " Xiaomo raised his head and asked naively. Xiaomo had been completely bought over by Chu Moyan. It had become a routine for him to keep his mouth shut.

Jiajia stretched out her head and rolled her eyes at him. She said unhappily, "Xiaomo, did you take some benefits from Uncle Moyan?" That bastard was definitely not her biological son. In the past two days, she had heard most of Uncle Moyan's name from Xiaomo. Uncle Moyan was short. It seemed that the two of them were on the same side. How could this be?

"Mummy, are you really not considering Uncle Moyan?" Who would have thought that Xiaomo would actually ask back with a serious face, staring intently at Jiajia's expression.

"Xiaomo, you heard Mummy say that it is not that simple to be together. You are still young and it is not early anymore. Mummy will send you to school." Jiajia did not seem to want to talk about this topic and quickly changed the topic. This child was also so young. How could he understand the complicated feelings of adults?

"Alright. Although I really hope that Uncle Moyan will be my father." The little guy reluctantly tidied up his schoolbag. He pouted and went out to wait for Mummy.

The speaker had no intention of listening. Jiajia trembled all over. She did not expect that the relationship between the little guy and Yan was already so good. If that was the case... That might not be a bad idea. It was just that now was not a good time yet. Jiajia made up her mind to slowly make up her mind, but was reality really as Jiajia expected? When misfortune befell, people were often vulnerable.