if love is invisible

After dinner, Wen Zhen was taken outside by Song Chang to play on the swings. Song Xigu took a long look and went back to his room to take a shower. He was very tired today and had to have surgery tomorrow morning, so he wanted to go to bed early.

He remembered that the door was locked from the inside when he came in, but when he came out of the shower, Wen Zhen was sitting beside his bed, looking down at a photo album.

He doesn't like taking pictures very much, but after Song Chang was born, he would take a few photos for Song Chang almost every few days. He was afraid that he would be old and forget things, at least he could recall some of them from these photos. Details and joy.

These photos are extremely private to him, if others take them and read them without his consent, he will definitely get mad on the spot, but this is Wen Zhen, a woman he once wanted to marry, but now he dare not drag her down, His mood is very complicated at the moment.

Wen Zhen heard the sound, turned her head to look over, saw that his hair was still dripping, and asked, "Where is your hair dryer?"

After asking, he automatically went to open his closet, and after searching around, he found that he put it in the top cabinet: "Why is it so high? I have to step on a stool to get it."

Song Xigu reached out to take down the hair dryer, and explained: "When Chang Chang was younger, he was curious about everything and wanted to touch everything. Once, he almost blew it into his eyes."

"It needs to be put away." Wen Zhen pulled him to the bed stool and sat down, she plugged in the electricity: "Do you usually have no hair? I just wanted to sleep straight away when I saw you like that."

She didn't need him to answer, she turned on the hair dryer and started blowing for him.

The sound of the hair dryer is white noise that can easily make people sleepy. After a while, Song Xigu was so sleepy that he squinted his eyes. When Wen Zhen finished blowing, he had already fallen asleep with his hands on his forehead.

Putting the hair dryer aside, Wen Zhen supported his head and let him lean on her lap, hesitated for a moment, then poked his face with her fingers to confirm that he was asleep, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed his lips.

Just about to move away, Song Xigu suddenly opened his eyes.

Wen Zhen couldn't describe the embarrassment of being caught by the victim for stealing a kiss, her mind froze, her face seemed to be stiff, and it took more than ten seconds for her to feel hot after being watched by the other party.

Song Xigu didn't move, he only locked eyes on her: "Wen Zhen, are you serious?"

Wen Zhen let out an 'ah', a little cute: "What is serious?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Song Xigu stared at her.

Wen Zhen pondered for a while before answering: "I don't know if I'm serious. Because I'm not sure if I'll be like you, chasing and chasing, and giving up halfway when I found it too difficult to chase. But now I'm seriously."

"Song Xigu, you don't need to know why I suddenly figured it out, you just need to know that this time, I will chase you, you just need to enjoy the fun of being pursued by others."

Song Xigu was startled.

From Chen Mian to Jiang Qingwu, and then to Wen Zhen in front of him, it seems that he has been playing the role of a chaser. He is very kind to Chen Mian, but as soon as Han Feishen appeared, all his previous efforts were wasted. Here, he let go of his self-esteem and acted foolishly and finally managed to entangle her. Seeing that he was about to be happy, the heavens took Jiang Qingwu away, and he didn't even know where to start chasing her.

When he arrived at Wenzhen, he was still the one who kept chasing after him. From the south to the north, he reversed a few turns from the train, the car, and the tricycle, and finally arrived at her. He tried his best to let go of everything and follow her, thinking that he could move her. Unexpectedly, she ran faster.

He was running out of strength, and he couldn't catch up anymore. In addition to the incident of Chen Fan and Mrs. Lin stabbing her, he suddenly found that he didn't even have the ability to protect her, so he thought of retreating.

Wen Zhen sat up, held his hand, and said earnestly: "Song Xigu, you can stand still, if I make you uncomfortable, you can also step back, it doesn't matter, this time, I will chase after you." you."

"You have protected many people, and you will protect more people in the future. It doesn't matter. You protect patients and protect the world. I will protect you. Chang Chang and I will protect you together."

Her voice was soft, her palms were warm, and her eyes were gentle. She was in a very calm state, but this kind of peaceful and gentle power immediately shook his heart, and was even broken down.

He is not afraid of being coldly treated, misunderstood, or wronged, but as long as others treat him well, he can't stand it all at once.

Song Xigu's eyes turned red: "But I—"

"You said you're running out of enthusiasm. It's okay. You keep your enthusiasm for yourself. I have enthusiasm. I can burn myself to warm you. If you're afraid that you won't be able to protect me, it's okay. I'll make more money. Hire more bodyguards to protect us."

"Song Xigu, the difficulties we are encountering now can actually be solved with money. As long as I earn enough money, our sense of security will be higher than others. Your personal safety, my personal safety, Chang Chang’s personal safety will be better guaranteed.”

"And our children will be born and grow up in a safer and more secure environment, and Song Chang will become a very responsible man."

"You see, although the future is still full of unknown dangers, this does not prevent us from enjoying life and pursuing happiness!"

Wen Zhen looked into his eyes steadily, trying to see his heart through his eyes.

Song Xigu looked away.

He admitted that he was touched, but emotional matters are far less light than she said.

"I want to sleep." He pulled her up and pushed her towards the door. "I will carefully consider what you said. It's late at night, so you should go to bed early, good night."

Pushing her outside, the door was closed immediately, Song Xigu pressed his back against the door, his heart was surging.

Wen Zhen knocked a few times, but Song Xigu didn't answer, she sighed secretly, knowing that she shouldn't push too hard, so she went upstairs to rest first.

She is not yet 30 years old, and Song Xigu is only 35 years old. If they can live to 90 years old, then they will have at least one third of their lives, a full 60 years, if she can't get rid of Song Xigu If you spend decades chasing after the trauma in your heart, you won't have any regrets.

She has been deceived by Fang Zhi, and she is already dispensable for feelings, but if the other party is Song Xigu, she is willing to work harder.

Wen Zhen figured it out, she had no burden in her heart, and went back to the room to sleep on the bed, but Song Xigu didn't fall asleep all night. When the alarm clock rang in the morning, he didn't open his eyes. After pressing it off, he continued to sleep until Director Huang woke up. He woke up when he called.

"Director Huang?"

With a hoarse voice and light head, Song Xigu realized that he had caught a cold.

The other party also realized it and asked if he was sick.

Song Xigu said no, but there was a series of coughs after he finished speaking. Director Huang hurriedly said: "Since you are sick, you should rest at home, and come back to work when you recover tomorrow. I will do today's operation with Lao Miao. You Don't think too much, rest well and enjoy life!"

The other party quickly hung up the phone, Song Xigu swallowed the word 'nothing' that had reached his mouth, and still wanted to go to the hospital, mainly because the condition of a patient he was in charge of was not optimistic, and he had to keep an eye on it, but he As soon as he stood up, he spun around for a while, and fell back on the bed with a bang.

The door of the room was pushed open at the same time, Wen Zhen just saw him staggering and fell off the bed, her face turned pale with fright.