After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

That night, Nan Chu slept on the escort chair.

In the spring, the air conditioning was not turned on in the hospital, so it was a little cold at night.

She fell asleep, feeling stuffy in the first half of the night and a little cold in the second half of the night.

The thin blanket that originally covered her waist had been moved crookedly, and the hem of her top was rolled up a few centimeters, exposing part of her waist.

Although Luo Wei's knife didn't hit any vital parts, the wound on Lu Zhilu's back was quite deep and so big that he almost saw the bone.

In the middle of the night, after the effect of the painkillers wore off, Lu Zhilu was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep.

As soon as he turned over, he saw Nan Chu sleeping on the escort chair.

This woman, who usually makes a lot of noise and talks indiscriminately, seems to be quite well-behaved now that she is asleep.

I wanted to ask her to lend her hand and help him lean against him for a while, but she seemed tired and slept soundly.

Lu Zhilu didn't bother to wake her up. He used some force on his arms to sit up and leaned against the bed with his eyes closed to calm down the pain for a while.

In my memory, this is the first time that I have family members accompanying me in the hospital.

He has good health and rarely gets sick as an adult.

I only remember that when I was in elementary school, I had a high fever and almost fainted. The servant at home sent him to the hospital.

At that time, the old man had not retired yet and was busy with official duties.

His parents, Lu Zhuoyuan and Jiang Lan, were busy getting promoted and had no time to care about him.

It was found to be acute pneumonia. If you don't pay attention to this disease, it can kill half of the child's life.

But he was hospitalized for a week, and except for the old man who had time to visit him in the evening, the only people who stayed with him in the ward during the day were the nursing staff and the family servants.

One day, he couldn't stay in the hospital bed, so he ran out of the ward and saw the child in the next ward, with his parents taking care of him wholeheartedly.

He thought he had some serious illness, so he asked the caregiver behind him: "His parents are so nervous. Does he have some serious illness that cannot be cured?"

The nurse was so frightened that she quickly reminded him, "Young Master, please keep your voice down, how can you curse someone? That child just has a common fever and cold, and your illness is not as serious as Young Master's."

If someone's parents hear it, there will be no conflict.

At that time, he was standing outside the door of someone else's ward, puzzled, "My parents are with me even though he has such a minor illness. Why don't my parents come with me?"

The caregiver was also smart. He smiled dryly and said, "Young master, your parents are in power. How can they have time to take care of you? His parents don't have the money to hire a caregiver as soon as they see it."

Children who grow up under "elite education" mature prematurely.

This kind of premature maturity is not the premature maturity of children from poor families in taking care of themselves, but the premature maturity of thinking, knowledge, understanding of human nature, and seeing through human nature.

At that time, he only glanced at the caregiver indifferently and said, "You mean, I am not as important as the power in their hands."

Later, in order to please him, the nurse told him a lot of nonsense.

But he determined this matter in his heart. No matter how much others said, it was just useless nonsense.

Later, he became very averse to being hospitalized. He would not stay unless the doctor forced him to be hospitalized.

He hates seeing other people's beds, with family members accompanying them and enjoying themselves.

Some families are very exaggerated. When one person is sick and hospitalized, the whole family comes to accompany him. If he comes to make melon seeds, the ward is as lively as a tea party.

Lu Zhilu didn't feel that his childhood without companionship was pitiful.

He was born to be superior to children from ordinary families. From childhood to adulthood, he had a green light and enjoyed the privileges brought by the Lu family. He was already much luckier than ordinary people.

Enjoying more power than ordinary people also means sacrificing something.

There is no sweetness at both ends of the sugarcane. He has understood this since he was a child, so he does not complain about the lack of careful care from the Lu family's elders when he was growing up.

only……

He glanced at the woman beside his hospital bed, and his chest felt slightly warm.

He didn't like this feeling of being slightly out of control.

So I turned my head, closed my eyes, and ignored it for a few seconds.

But after a while, he opened his eyes again, looked at her exposed waist, and frowned.

With the idea that she would not be able to take care of him tomorrow if she caught a cold and had a stomachache, Lu Zhiluyu moved his body in a condescending manner, stretched out his arm to reach the blanket, and put it around her waist again.

There was a wound on his back, and when his arm moved, it pulled the muscles near the wound. When he lay back down again, it was somewhat laborious, and there was a lot of movement.

Nanchu was woken up, looked at him sleepily, and subconsciously asked: "Are you going to the bathroom? I'll help you go..."

"No, go to sleep."

Lu Zhilu lay back and turned his body sideways.

Nan Chu looked at his back and said with a sleepy voice: "If you want to do anything, just call me, so as not to open the wound."

Lu Zhilu didn't respond, just closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

……

Early the next morning.

In the ward.

Qiao Yu had nothing to do, choosing wedding invitation styles online, but couldn't find anything he was satisfied with.

Bo Hanshi glanced over, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm choosing a wedding invitation style, which one do you think is best?"

Qiao Yu handed him the phone to look at.

Bao Hanshi was surprised. Qiao Yu always did things in a leisurely manner. Before he was discharged from the hospital, she had already started making wedding invitations. It was quite rare for her to be so proactive.

He hugged her waist and looked down at her, "Mrs. Bo, are you in a hurry to hold a wedding with me?"

"What, no?"

Her tone was calm and a little domineering.

Bao Hanshi's heart skipped a beat, "Okay, why not."

"Then take a look at these invitations, which one looks better?"

"It doesn't look good."

Bo Hanshi feels that these popular styles online are very insincere.

Qiao Yu was slightly startled: "Huh? I'll take a long time to choose."

If choosing a wedding invitation takes so much effort, wouldn’t everything else be even more time-consuming?

No matter how much we push forward, Nan Chu may not be able to catch up.

Bo Hanshi naturally didn't know what she was thinking, so he just said, "Don't look at it. I'll find someone to design one later."

"Do you need to design the invitations? Don't bother."

Bo Hanshi raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly: "Why not? I have been running for eight years and finally married you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. Naturally, every detail must satisfy you."

"I still thought, let's just organize it casually. A wedding that is too grand requires a lot of thought and energy."

"Yuyu."

"Ok?"

Bo Hanshi looked at her with gleaming eyes and said, "We already got on the bus first and paid for the tickets later. Although I don't care what the outside world thinks, I don't want you to suffer any more grievances, and I don't want the outside world to think it's you. Please marry me."

Qiao Yu kissed his chin and joked: "What's wrong with begging to marry you? You're so nice, I don't care what they say."

While joking, Qiao Yu's eyes fell on the light green residue on his chin.

She reached out and touched it, and it pricked her hand a little. "Shall I shave for you?"