Little Yi Shu's chubby face was filled with disappointment, " "Mommy!"
"You can't do this." Xue 'er said in a low voice.
In her heart, she was thinking that she couldn't be like her mother in the past, so stupid, so lazy, and didn't know how to do anything.
Although Yi Shu was not her child, he was no different from her own.
she remembered that when she was lying in the hospital half-dead and so skinny that she was only a handful of bones, it was lan yu who had stuffed little yi shu into her arms.
when she smelled the milk on little yi shu's body, she felt that her dry soul was healed.
Little Yi Shu saved her.
Lan Yu had told her that if she married him, Yishu would be her son.
at that time, she agreed without thinking, because at that time, she wanted to live and wanted to have yishu.
For the past five years, it could be said that Yishu had relied on her, but it was more accurate to say that she had relied on Yishu.
