Ninety lucky little sweet wife

Wu Yue was tall and tall, more than a head taller than Zhu Yan.

Like hugging Yaoyao normally, Zhu Yan stood on tiptoe, trying to let Wu Yue lean on her shoulder comfortably.

She patted Wu Yue's back and comforted her softly: "Ah Yue, you can see that the skin on your body has been scratched and bled so much, it's already very clean, I'll take you back to your room OK."

Wu Yue was dubious, met Zhu Yan's extremely sincere gaze, and finally leaned into Zhu Yan's arms and nodded.

The bedroom Wu Yue slept in faced south, and it was the moment when the sun shone in wantonly, but she pulled the curtains in the room tightly, and the light in the room dimmed a lot.

Zhu Yan helped her sit up on the bed, and found a small medicine box in the bedside table. This was prepared by Uncle Zhong before moving in. Basically, every bedroom has one.

She first dipped a cotton swab in hydrogen peroxide, helped Wu Yue wipe the broken skin on her body, and then applied anti-inflammatory powder on it, and then changed into clean clothes.

After doing this, Zhu Yan got up and walked to the window, and opened the heavy curtains. At this time, the sun outside the window had completely penetrated the clouds, removing the darkness in the room, and wanted to wake up the sleeping person.

The moment the curtain was opened, the glaring light made Wu Yue raise her hand to cover her eyes reflexively, and then slowly began to adapt to the light.

No matter how long the night is, there will be a moment of dawn, but what about her life?

Manager Wu, that bastard, why did you treat her like that?

She felt so dirty, every inch touched by his lips, every inch touched by his dirty hands, she felt so dirty.

She wanted to clean those places, but no matter how hard she brushed or rinsed with hot water, she couldn't clean them.

On the Linhai Bridge last night, looking at the rolling river below the bridge, she wanted so much to jump off and end her life.

Death is not terrible, but a kind of spiritual relief.

But death, to her, was a luxury.

Yes, she can't die.

She also has a child, and her child is very cute. When he smiles, he looks like his father, and he has two dimples.

Her child is still very smart. If you tell him that he is hungry, he will serve you the food in his small bowl; if you tell him that he is thirsty, he will serve you the water in his cup; you say Stomach aches, he will run to Grandpa's room to get medicine for you.

For such a child, she will personally send him to the kindergarten to study, and watch him go to elementary school, middle school, high school, and finally enter the university she likes. He will definitely be as good as his father.

How could she be willing to die.

After a day of ignorance, she met a foolish and kind man who let her cry and make trouble with her, and finally sent her home.

Facing the first rays of sunshine in the morning, Wu Yue secretly told herself that there are still good people in this world.

The darkness will infinitely magnify the negative emotions that people suppress during the day, so that the mind will become fragile and sensitive.

When this darkness is replaced by light, the mood will change from fragile to strong.

After Zhu Yan opened the curtains, she returned to Wu Yue's side, and found that there were layers of sparkles in her dim eyes.

"Ah Yue, Jin Chuan said that you quit your job at the hospital yesterday, did you feel unhappy about it?" Zhu Yan asked tentatively.

"Jin... Chuan?" Wu Yue tilted her head, and said a name that made her feel a little strange.

Zhu Yan chuckled, "Yes, it's Jinchuan. It's the kind man who sent you back yesterday. His name is Zhou Jinchuan. I mentioned it to you when I was still in Zhulin Village. A friend of mine in Qiuhu Town, He also just came to Duancheng not long ago, I didn't expect you two to have such a fate, to meet each other."

"Zhou Jinchuan." Wu Yue muttered Zhou Jinchuan's name again.

Zhu Yan chattered on and on, and then quietly changed the topic to Wu Yue's work, "Ah Yue, I just bought a store yesterday, it's in Children's Family, let's go and have a look, how about opening a hot pot restaurant together? "

The best way to heal a broken relationship is to start a new one.

Why not apply the same principle to work?

If Wu Yue's loss of emotional control was really related to work, Zhu Yan felt that this would be an excellent cure.

Wu Yue's emotions were gradually calming down, and when she heard Zhu Yan mentioning that she wanted to run a hot pot restaurant with her, she was immediately stunned, as if she was a little frightened.

"You and I...to open a hot pot restaurant together?" Wu Yue was still in disbelief.

"Yes." Zhu Yan replied briskly, picked up a dry towel from her hand, and wiped Wu Yue's wet hair.

Wu Yue's hair is very soft, more moist and lustrous than someone else's carefully maintained hair, but she doesn't like to grow long hair, and her student hair for many years makes her petite face look more like a high school student.

It is such a girl who is full of inferiority complex buried deep in her heart.

A person who can't even be a cleaner, what else can she do, let alone run a hot pot restaurant.

Can she do it?