The world's most sassy sweet wife

Yu Ziqing sat by the bed and gave him a sip of water.

Hearing this sentence, I only feel full of malice.

She thumped his chest heavily: "Don't treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs, I will take care of you, you curse me to death?"

She walked out of the room a little annoyed. Anyway, this person's body temperature is normal, and he doesn't sleep, so there is no need to be by her side.

He Xuanchen's chest hurts, and his heart seems to be revived.

He could suddenly hear his own heartbeat, and his sense of reality became stronger and stronger.

Consciousness also returns at this moment.

Not a dream?
He breathed a sigh of relief.

She is still alive.

Anyway, as long as she's alive, it doesn't matter.

In the five years since Yu Ziqing disappeared, he struggled in his heart every day.

Worried about her dying, so became gloomy.

Worried that she would not come back even though she was alive, he became even more irritable.

All in all, only he knew that the past experience was just a painful life stage, the reason for his insomnia.

During those five years, his repeated self-torture on the question of "is she dead?" was the root cause of his inability to escape the nightmare all day long.

The feeling of confusion from the nightmare hadn't completely disappeared, and after not seeing the woman for a few minutes, he began to feel upset again.

Walking down the stairs with heavy steps, she saw Yu Ziqing washing clothes.

It's a men's shirt.

Sensing him approaching, Yu Ziqing glanced back and asked angrily, "Why don't you just lie down and come out?"

He Xuanchen's eyes were on her slender hands, and he asked in surprise, "Are you washing my clothes?"

Yu Ziqing said, "Yes, the blood stains on it are not easy to wash off."

He Xuanchen walked over, grabbed her hands, and said softly, "Forget it, throw it away."

Yu Ziqing asked, "Don't you like this one very much?"

He Xuanchen wears suits and leather shoes all the year round, and he doesn't throw away the clothes he wears once or twice, but this one seems to have been worn for several years.

When he lived in the Yulinshan Villa, he was also washed.

Although I don't know what the meaning is, but this person rarely cares about something.

He Xuanchen hugged her from behind, "My sister gave me this after I returned to China."

Yu Ziqing suddenly realized, no wonder he paid so much attention to it.

She said, "Don't worry, I have a way to wash it off for you."

He Xuanchen saw that the pads of her ten fingers were all wrinkled by blisters, and couldn't bear to let her hands continue to soak in the water.

"No more."

Yu Ziqing said, "Actually, it can be cleaned."

He Xuanchen asked: "Do you know why I like to wear it?"

How could Yu Ziqing know that if it wasn't for seeing that he was still sick, she would have pushed him away long ago.

Most of the weight of such a heavy body leaned on her, and a warm breath came from her ears: "I wore it on the day I received the certificate."

Yu Ziqing rubbed her clothes and said, "Really?"

She didn't look at him very much at that time, because she felt very uncomfortable when she noticed the cold eyes of this man.

That is hatred.

He Xuanchen recalled and said: "At that time, I had hatred in my heart, so I wore the clothes my sister gave me to go to Yu's house. In fact, I was really stupid when I thought about it. Who would care what clothes I wore, let alone know what clothes I wore? has no meaning."

Yu Ziqing listened quietly.

I don't know when it started, but she stopped worrying about the truth of what he said.

"Now I will keep it, just because it was our first meeting and wedding day." He Xuanchen continued.

Yu Ziqing felt strange, their past memories should be more unpleasant.

At least she has nothing to recall, why does this man seem to have a side she doesn't know about?
"You don't remember at all?" He Xuanchen asked.

Yu Ziqing was silent. Of course the answer was that she didn't remember, but she didn't want to lie, and she didn't want to tell the truth.

What if he gets mad?
She doesn't want to be a murderer.

He Xuanchen knew the answer, and said in a lonely tone, "I knew it."

No matter where he goes, he can become the focus of the crowd, but this woman will not notice him.

Never put him in the eyes, in the heart.

Anyone can get her attention, but he can't.

Yu Ziqing shook the shirt, the place where the blood was once stained was as white as ever, and said with a smile: "It's finished, don't throw it away."

He Xuanchen's chin rested on her shoulder, his breath was scalding hot, and his body temperature obviously hadn't dropped yet.

"Go back and rest." Yu Ziqing urged.

With such a big humanoid pendant on his body, he was exhausted.

"I want to see you." He Xuanchen rubbed his nose against her neck and behind her ears.

Yu Ziqing dodged with her neck tilted, and elbowed him.

Unexpectedly, He Xuanchen's body was about to topple, and he didn't lose his balance at all.

Yu Ziqing quickly supported him: "Forget about calling you Sister He from now on."

So fragile.

He Xuanchen's arm was on her shoulder, and he had a high fever repeatedly, which made him dizzy and light-footed, and he felt like he was stepping on cotton when he walked.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "it's good to be sick."

Because I can get her tender treatment.

He never felt that being ill would give him a sense of happiness.

Give him medicine, feed him water, look at him with worried eyes, and say some words of concern for him.

Yu Ziqing rolled her eyes in disgust, helped him lie on the sofa, and warned: "Don't mess around, hurry up, or I won't care about you."

He Xuanchen looked at the blanket on his body, which was often used by this woman, and there was her fragrance on it.

He inhaled the smell and watched Yu Ziqing tidy up the house.

"I'll clean it up when I'm better," he said.

Yu Ziqing pretended not to hear.

In fact, the house is very clean. He Xuanchen has a cleanliness habit, so he cleans it very thoroughly every day.

She just wanted to find something to do, to avoid those hot eyes.

But obviously, she couldn't avoid it at all.

"Yu Ziqing."

Yu Ziqing dragged herself to the ground, and responded in a lukewarm way, "Huh?"

Wrapped in a blanket, He Xuanchen looked at her busy figure and asked, "If you were given another chance, would you still leave?"

Yu Ziqing didn't answer but instead asked, "If I were given another chance, would you still marry me?"

He Xuanchen said without hesitation, "Yes."

Yu Ziqing stopped and looked at him, and found that his face was pale and his eyes were shining brightly.

He Xuanchen said: "I don't regret getting married, I just have some regrets."

"Regret?" Yu Ziqing stood there and looked at him, "What are you regretting?"

He Xuanchen sat up and leaned his back on the back of the sofa: "How many five years are there in life? I have experienced five five years, but none of them are what I want."

Yu Ziqing asked curiously, "What do you want?"

He is high above the ground, his multiple identities are unshakable positions, he is rich and powerful, and he has achieved the ultimate goal of all men.

What else is missing?
woman?

It's easy if you want.

He Xuanchen looked at her intently: "I..."

A piece of pleasant music sounded.

Yu Ziqing's cell phone rang.

She put down the mop and picked up the phone: "Director Feng?"

Director Feng said at the other end: "Ziqing, are you free now? Do you want to come to my house for dinner? Your aunt always talks about you."

Yu Ziqing glanced at He Xuanchen, and declined politely: "Director Feng, I have something to do here, so I can't go."

Director Feng hurriedly smiled and said, "It's all right, then you are busy."

A phone call diverted He Xuanchen's words, and he wanted to take advantage of his illness to say everything, but suddenly swallowed it all.