Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

After the New Year, Huo Tingsen would check the flower on Xu Yu's back almost every day. As he expected, with the arrival of spring, the flower seemed to be gradually reaching its peak.

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During the days when she was in a coma, Xu Yu felt that she had come to the most beautiful country in the world, full of flowers and blue as far as the eye could see.

But everything is good here, except that there is no Huo Tingsen and Chao Chao.

Xu Yu heard Huo Tingsen tell her that the child's name was Huo Qingchen and his nickname was Chaochao.

She always praised Huo Tingsen in her heart. If she were asked to name it, she would definitely not be able to think of such a nice name.

Coming from an intuition in her mind, Xu Yu seemed to feel that there was a thin layer of gray mist between her and the outside world. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape this terrifying boundary.

She could occasionally feel what was happening outside, and occasionally she would fall into the darkness alone, and it would take a lot of effort to climb out of the abyss.

Xu Yu could feel that Chaochao would sometimes lie next to her, holding her fingertips with his soft little hands, making indistinct milky sounds.

She wanted to open her eyes and look at the child, and wanted to reach out and caress the child's soft cheeks. Xu Yu eagerly wanted to hold the child she had so longed for to come into her arms, and let the milky scent of the child dance on the tip of her nose.

But it didn't work. Even though she had tried her best, she still couldn't break away from the gray fog that separated her from the world.

Sometimes, Xu Yu would lie in a sea of ​​flowers and look at the blue sky boredly. It was beautiful here, but she knew that everything was an illusion. Only the third brother and Chaochao were real and worthy of her efforts.

Occasionally, she would lie on a big rock, and the cold rain would slap her cheeks mercilessly, just like the heavy rain that day in the small garden of Moon Lake at night.

Gradually, Xu Yu felt that the illusion of the sea of ​​flowers in front of her was getting weaker and weaker. She was about to leave this beautiful country and fall into the dark and cold abyss.

She didn't want to give up. In other words, Xu Yu didn't want to die. She wanted to return to Huo Tingsen and Chao Chao.

But the weakening vitality in her body told her that it would be difficult for her to see her third brother and Chao Chao again.

She didn't even have time to hear the child call her mother, and she didn't even have time to leave a few words to Huo Tingsen.

Just when Xu Yu was about to fall into a real deep sleep, there was suddenly a burst of floral fragrance, which was jasmine.

Xu Yu remembered this fragrance and was deeply impressed by it. That day in the hospital, she remembered that there was a bouquet of jasmine flowers at Huo Tingsen's bedside.

At certain moments, jasmine is the existence of hope for her.

Maybe people in despair will eventually see hope. Gradually, Xu Yu felt that her body was no longer so dead, and sparks of vitality slowly beat in her chest.

With hope rekindled, she will work harder to seize the little bits of life and return to Huo Tingsen.

Winter is passing and spring is coming, and the days are passing by with the wind.

When Chaochao was five months old, his first baby teeth appeared. From then on, the child would bite the man's shirt buttons to grind his teeth every time he was hugged by Huo Tingsen.

Huo Tingsen stopped him several times, but to no avail.

The child is getting more and more beautiful, and Huo Tingsen sees the shadows of him and Xu Yu in Chao Chao.

The pilgrimage is their continuation in this world and a testimony of their love.

The bouquet of jasmine flowers has been placed beside Xu Yu's bed since New Year's Eve. After two seasons, it still has not withered.

On Saturday night, Huo Tingsen had just returned to Yuehu Evening View from the company. Before he even entered the door, he received a call from the hospital.

"Mr. Huo, something happened to my wife." The nurse said anxiously over there.

Hearing this, Huo Tingsen was startled and subconsciously stopped. It took him a few seconds to regain consciousness, turned around and went to the hospital immediately.

Along the way, Huo Bei once again experienced a crazy racing that he had not experienced in a long time.

Before that, the speed was still the same as when I picked up the young lady from the Xishan Forest.

When they arrived at the hospital, Huo Tingsen opened the door of Xu Yu's ward and saw Taoshan standing by the bed with a stethoscope, surrounded by some nurses and doctors.

When they saw Huo Tingsen appear, they immediately made way consciously.

Although Xu Yu has been unconscious, the doctors and nurses who know her are envious.

She has such a rich and handsome husband and a super cute son who can still stay in a high-end ward even if he is in a coma.

Walking to the hospital bed, Huo Tingsen looked at the sleeping girl with nervous eyes: "Momoshan, how is she?"

Doctor Tao looked excited: "Third Master, the young lady may be waking up."

Immediately, Momoyama waved the others out and pointed to the bouquet of jasmine flowers beside the bed, "You see, the jasmine flowers have begun to wither when they are in bloom."

His eyes fell on the jasmine flowers for a moment. Huo Tingsen stared at Xu Yu, raised her fingertips, lowered his head and kissed her, and said in a low voice: "Xu Yu, you haven't had enough sleep after five months of sleep?"

"Chaochao has been very noisy these days. Maybe he wants his mother to coax him." Huo Tingsen continued with his Adam's apple rolling: "Yu'er, I bought Chaochao a Samoyed named Hope. Do you remember the third brother? Really? I listened to your words and Chaochao and I have been waiting for you."

As soon as the words fell, Huo Tingsen suddenly noticed the fingertips in his hand trembling slightly. He was so surprised that he lowered his head and kissed the girl's fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yu's fingertips trembled again. Huo Tingsen stared at Xu Yu intently, for fear of missing any trace of her vitality.

The white eyelids slowly opened. Xu Yu hadn't seen the figure in front of her clearly yet. It was as if a stone was pressing on her eyelids, forcing her to close her eyes again.

Then, Huo Tingsen's deep voice came to his ears: "Xu Yu, don't be in a hurry, take your time, I'll be with you."

Xu Yu wanted to respond, but her throat seemed to be twisted by a sharp claw, preventing her from spitting out a word.

After a while, Xu Yu almost used all her strength to open her heavy eyelids. The blurry prospect gradually became clear, and the man's face appeared in her eyes.

Five months later, she finally saw Huo Tingsen again.

"Third brother." Xu Yu moved her pink lips slightly, but there was no sound at all, but Huo Tingsen heard it and he knew what his girl was talking about.

His Adam's apple rolled, and the dark clouds that had been weighing on his heart finally dissipated.

The endless black sea in his heart, at this moment, a rose-colored light gradually appeared above the endless horizon, and the bright sunshine danced happily on the sea.

After five long months, Huo Tingsen ushered in his dawn.

Death is cruel, but God is merciful.

After the flowers bloom, the remaining words and sentences become a magnificent poem, the thunderstorm fades, and the sky is sunny.

After many years, he and Chaochao had a family.