The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

The knocking on the door outside lasted for a long time, but Jiang Tingxia seemed not to hear it and ignored it.

She lay on the bed in the bedroom. The wooden bed where they used to sleep in each other's arms still seemed to smell like Li Changpu and the sound of him talking to her.

Everything seems like yesterday.

Jiang Tingxia's eyes were empty as she stared at the ceiling. Her tears never stopped flowing, quietly running down her cheeks, and the pillow was soaked into a dark blue color by the water stains.

The knocking on the door outside was getting louder and louder, but there was no response from inside. Mo Yunyang became anxious, worried that Jiang Tingxia had an accident. He stepped back and slammed into the door.

The door slammed loudly, and Jiang Tingxia wiped away her tears and got up from the bed.

But she was weak and a little dizzy, and everything in front of her was unclear. She only managed to walk out the door relying on her memory of the house.

After opening the door, Mo Yunyang saw Jiang Tingxia and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he saw Jiang Tingxia’s pale face, and his heart ached again.

The girl who used to be so lively became haggard and her eyes dull in just a few days.

There was no trace of life in her, she was like a ghost floating in the world.

Jiang Tingxia spoke weakly and hoarsely, "Brother Yunyang, you haven't gone back yet?"

Mo Yunyang looked at Jiang Tingxia, "Tingxia, I'm worried about you."

"It's unfortunate that something like that happened to your husband, you can't keep doing this."

Mo Yunyang held a lunch box in his hand, "You look very bad, eat something, okay? Otherwise, your body will collapse."

Jiang Tingxia held onto the door, her fingers trembling. She spoke in a low voice, using up all her strength to say a few simple words, "I can't eat."

After learning the news that Li Changpu was in trouble, Jiang Tingxia didn't want to see anyone. She just wanted to go back to her and Li Changpu's home and be alone.

She didn't eat, drink water, or even sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was full of Li Changpu.

Jiang Tingxia missed him so much.

Blame him again.

How could Li Changpu be so cruel? He was the only one she had in this world, yet he had the heart to leave her.

Jiang Tingxia wanted to just follow him quietly, not knowing whether the world over there was cold or dark, and whether she would have time to see him again.

She really regretted that they didn't have a good chat the night they parted.

I wonder if he has forgiven me?

Mo Yunyang stood outside the door stubbornly, "Just eat a little, okay?"

Mo Yunyang held up the lunch box and said, "I made all of this myself. I've never cooked before, so my cooking skills are not very good. Try a little bit. If it doesn't taste good, I'll make it again."

Jiang Tingxia couldn't eat anything, but when she saw that the back of Mo Yunyang's hand holding the lunch box had traces of burns from hot oil, she couldn't say no.

His eyes were full of expectation, and he begged, "Ting Xia, I beg you, just eat a little."

Jiang Tingxia showed reluctance and did not reject Mo Yunyang's kindness.

Her pale, cracked lips moved, "Come in."

Hearing that Jiang Tingxia was willing to eat, Mo Yunyang was extremely happy, as if this was a very happy event. He followed Jiang Tingxia into the house, put the lunch box on the table, and watched Jiang Tingxia pick up the soup spoon, scoop up the porridge, and touch his lips.

When water came into her cracked lips, Jiang Tingxia suddenly burst into tears.

Mo Yunyang also felt heartbroken. He sat next to Jiang Tingxia and could fully feel how heartbroken she was at the moment. Mo Yunyang looked at Jiang Tingxia's crying figure and suddenly discovered that in just a few days, a few eye-catching white hairs had grown among her black hair.

Mo Yunyang stood at the table in a daze, unable to utter a word.

……

"How are you doing?"

The man in a pair of long black leather boots came over and looked at the man who had fainted on the electric chair with his sea-blue eyes. The man looked so miserable after having suffered severe torture that even the chief executioner could not bear to look at him. The man covered his nose with his white-gloved hands.

"Did you ask anything?"

Someone saluted and replied, "Sir, we didn't find out anything."

"After injecting him with the drug, he actually withstood the effects of the drug and still refused to say anything, so we increased the dosage, but his body had been tortured to the extreme during this period."

The man pulled open the unconscious man's eyelids. There was not a single piece of good skin on the black-haired man's body. When he touched it, his hands were stained with dark red blood.

"His pupils were dilated."

The man waved his white gloves, "Let's rescue him last."

"He is a man of integrity. As a fellow soldier, I admire him. However, as an enemy, I can only say that this man is of no value to us. If we cannot save him, we will bury him."

……

In the darkness, Li Changpu only felt severe pain in his body. His eyelids were covered with blood and he could not see anything clearly.

But he heard someone crying.

The voice was so familiar that Li Changpu tried hard to open his eyes to see.

Sure enough, Jiang Tingxia was standing not far from him, crying sadly.

He was a little anxious, "Tingxia, why are you crying?"

Jiang Tingxia's eyes were red and swollen. "What should I do if you leave?"

She looked at him crying, looking very pitiful, and said, "I am so scared to be alone."

"Don't leave. Don't leave me alone."

"Tingxia... don't cry... Tingxia..."

The doctor who was rescuing him was a little incredulous, "He has a heartbeat."

"The person has been rescued."

“It’s a miracle.”

The blond man looked at the man on the bed and saw that his mouth moved, as if he was saying something, but the man couldn't understand.

He asked his subordinates, "What is this person saying? Go and listen."

I bent down and listened carefully.

Li Changpu murmured unconsciously, with a painful and anxious expression, "Ting Xia..."

The subordinate took a long time to understand what he said. He thought about it and replied to his superior.

"He seemed to be calling someone's name."

The blue-eyed man raised his eyebrows, looking rather gossipy. "Do you think the name he called out was the lady in the photo where his face couldn't be seen clearly that we found from him?"

"I think so, sir."

……

Jiang Tingxia's condition during this period was better than before. Although she was still in low spirits, she could at least eat. However, she became completely silent and didn't say a word the whole day.

Jiang Tingxia kept looking at the scenery outside the house. In her sight was a brick wall covered with green vines.

When Li Changpu was planting roses at the foot of the wall, she also told him that when the roses grew up next spring, they would form a flower wall. At that time, they would not have to go out and could see the flowers all over the yard just by sitting in the house.

Mo Yunyang looked at Jiang Tingxia who was sitting quietly by the window and did not go forward to disturb her.

Perhaps it takes some time to get over the grief.