Flash marriage on the plane, Mr. Li spoiled her so sweetly

Seeing his son's attitude towards him was full of disdain and perfunctory, Bo's father asked with a sullen face: "Did that little girl say something bad about me in front of you? You are being very unfriendly to me now!"

"No, Ziqing won't mention someone casually if she doesn't like him." Boyiyang said lightly. Not wanting him to misunderstand Ziqing, he said frankly: "I just want to divorce mom because you want to divorce mom, but you haven't divorced yet. I'm afraid you'll cause trouble for her and make her worry."

Bo's father's heart suddenly stopped, and a fine pain penetrated through the gaps between his bones, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.

"Was she in a bad mood before the operation?"

After asking this question, Bo's father felt quite disgusted with himself. He could see her every day, but now he didn't dare to have confidence in himself. He thought she had always been wearing a fake mask in front of him.

"It's okay." Boyi Yang felt that maybe her mother had experienced too much and had become indifferent to everything. Maybe she should have been very sad, but she had a rational side and controlled this hypocritical emotion.

Mr. Bo didn't say anything else. He silently peeled an apple, handed it to his son, and left with heavy steps.

He was walking in the hospital corridor and accidentally looked into a ward. His dim eyes fell on a family of three.

They were wearing simple clothes, but the smiles on their faces were full of happiness.

The man put his arm around his wife as they chatted lovingly with their sick daughter.

The ward was filled with a warm atmosphere.

The father was watching without noticing, and was standing at the door of the ward without noticing. It was only when the girl noticed that an uncle was looking at her and met the father's gaze in surprise that the father woke up and ran away quickly.

Bo's father fled in panic, got into the car, and started to feel dazed again.

How come they have a happy marriage even though they don’t have much money?

After more than 30 years of living together, how come Ning Enhui couldn't stand by him regardless of everything?

For the first time, Bo's father felt like a failure as he couldn't even handle his own wife.

He couldn't sleep well at night, and Qin Ziqing and his wife Ning Enhui appeared in his dreams.

At first, he was walking alone on the empty street. It seemed as if everyone else in the world had disappeared and he was the only one left. Just as he was wondering, two figures walked by. He took a quick look and found that they were his wife and Qin Ziqing. The two were holding each other's hands. Bo's father called his wife's name, but she ignored him.

He rushed forward and tried to pull his wife to his side, but his outstretched hand passed through his wife's body and he couldn't even touch her.

At this time, Qin Ziqing turned around and gave him a sarcastic smile: "Forget it, you are already divorced, she is no longer from the same world as you, why are you still harassing her? Shameless."

At this time, Bo's father didn't care about Qin Ziqing's harsh words, and only focused on one sentence: "What do you mean, she and I are not from the same world? Why can't I catch her? You asked her to come back, and I haven't divorced her yet, how come you say we are divorced."

It was very strange. He and Qin Ziqing were talking loudly, but his wife never turned back to look at him. Bo's father felt that something was wrong.

"Because she was sick, seriously ill, and passed away. She is certainly not in the same world as you. Don't block our way to heaven!"

"What! Didn't they say that surgery can cure it? Wait, wait, ma'am, don't go, turn around and look at me, ma'am..."

"Madam, don't go!" Bo's father screamed, sat up suddenly, opened his eyes, and immediately felt the sweat on his body turning cold, his head was cold, and his heart was beating violently.

My consciousness gradually became clear. I looked at the dimly lit room and thought carefully about what happened before I went to bed, making sure that I had the surgery and that what just happened was just a dream.

"Dreams and reality are opposites." Bo's father muttered to himself, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

I threw off the quilt and got out of bed, walked into the bathroom to take a warm shower, changed into dry clothes, and lay back in bed, but I felt no sleepiness at all and stayed awake until dawn.

At half past six, he got up, washed, changed into a suit, and drove to the hospital alone. After asking the doctor if he could go in to see the patient, Bo's father was very happy. He pulled a chair and sat beside the bed, staring at Mrs. Bo's sleeping face, and stretched out his big hand with thin calluses to gently touch the woman's face.

Mrs. Bo's biological clock happened to be at this time. She slowly opened her eyelids and found the man's hand against her face.

"You, you're awake?" Being caught red-handed, Bo's father panicked for a moment. It was not right to put his hand back, and it was not right not to put it back.

"Why are you here so early?" Mrs. Bo smiled. She didn't expect her husband to show up at this time. Maybe this was her dream?

"I'll come see you when I wake up." Bo's father took the opportunity to tuck her in, then took his hand back.

Neither of them spoke, and the air fell into an eerie silence.

Rolling his eyes, Bo's father cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "The doctor said the operation was successful and your health feedback is also good. You don't need another operation in the future, but you need to take good care of yourself for the next year."

"Okay." This result was what Mrs. Bo wanted most. She was reluctant to leave before she saw her son happy.

Bo's father suddenly held her hand and said, "When you are discharged from the hospital, go home and let the nanny take care of you."

Mrs. Bo heard the hidden meaning in his words, lowered her eyes, and her gaze fell on her folded hands. She sighed slightly: "If we still quarrel over Ayang's marriage, I think we..."

"Ayang's affairs only concern Ayang. What does it have to do with you and me? I won't quarrel with you about this issue anymore." Bo's father quickly interrupted his wife.

Mrs. Bo's eyes brightened instantly, and a smile appeared in her eyes: "Are you serious? You promised before, but unfortunately..."

"This time it's real. They're already married. No matter how much I dislike them, I don't have the power to make them divorce." Bo's father was angry. The nightmare flashed through his mind. He subconsciously held his wife's hand. Seeing that Mrs. Bo wanted to speak, he immediately said, "Don't talk. Have a good rest. Let's leave it at that."

Mrs. Bo blinked and said nothing more.

Bo's father secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He accompanied his wife from the foggy morning until the whole world became bright.

There wasn't much words exchanged, but there was a very comfortable tranquility between the two of them.

Qin Ziqing brought Secretary Zhang over, and when they saw the person sitting beside the bed, their faces changed.

Qin Ziqing was the most angry. She told him not to come, but he insisted on coming. Did he want to piss off his aunt so that he could find another woman?

"Ziqing, you're here." Mrs. Bo smiled gently.

"Mom." Qin Ziqing said obediently, "I brought you some millet porridge for breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo's father said, "Eat it yourself. I also asked someone to prepare millet porridge. She can eat mine."

Qin Ziqing:???

This speaking attitude...has the old guy been possessed by someone?