He Rijun coming again

In the evening, after Luo Zhiwen took a shower, he hummed and climbed onto the bed. Before he could throw away the towel, he was dragged into his arms by Feng Qingzhu.

He was a little itchy from being poked by the stubble on Feng Qingzhu's chin, and laughed at the hot embrace: "What are you doing?"

"The bridal chamber."

"..." Luo Zhiwen didn't react for a while.

Feng Qingzhu had already wrapped his arms around his waist, and the tip of his nose was pressed against the back of his neck, bringing gusts of warm wind.

He blushed suddenly: "What year is it, and the bridal chamber?"

"Well, the bridal chamber." Feng Qingzhu didn't intend to let go of the hand around his waist at all, "After receiving the certificate, it's time for the bridal chamber."

Luo Zhiwen turned over with great effort, and wet hair rubbed against the man's neck: "Brother Feng, I found out that you are sometimes very... old-fashioned. Look at the time displayed on your phone, It's not the Republic of China anymore."

Feng Qingzhu quietly listened to him, and smiled slightly: "When you get married, you need a bridal chamber."

Luo Zhiwen: "..."

He didn't know how to refute.

"Don't want to?" Feng Qingzhu turned over, let Luo Zhiwen lie in his arms, reached out to wipe his dripping hair, "No, tomorrow."

Luo Zhiwen propped up his upper body with his arms: "It's either that I don't want to, or..."

I just find it a little funny and a little weird.

But Luo Zhiwen thought about it deeply, even if he put on the wedding dress in the previous life, he still couldn't marry Feng Qingzhu, let alone the bridal chamber.

So Feng Qingzhu's obsession with the "bridal chamber" is not incomprehensible.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, so he hugged Feng Qingzhu's neck and leaned over to kiss the man's dry lips: "Just today."

Now that you have received the certificate, you should do what you should do after receiving the certificate.

When Feng Qingzhu heard this, his eyes lit up slightly, he turned over and pressed him down: "Ah Wen."

Luo Zhiwen snorted softly: "Don't overdo it, I have to see my parents tomorrow."

"I know." Feng Qingzhu said he knew, but his head was already buried in his chest.

Luo Zhiwen endured and endured, but still didn't say anything.

Such a bridal chamber in two lifetimes, what else can he say?

……

The end of not saying anything is to be tossed by Feng Qingzhu until the middle of the night and sleep until noon before waking up.

Luo Zhiwen got up from the bed with a dark face, and thought: Fortunately, I didn't tell my parents in advance that I want to go home, otherwise Feng Qingzhu's impression score would drop again.

Feng Qingzhu was not at home, Luo Zhiwen put on his clothes and walked around the house, picked up his phone, and saw the WeChat message from Feng Qingzhu a few hours ago.

-I'm going to buy something for my parents.

He raised the corners of his lips silently and shook his head.

It seems that no matter who it is, even Brother Feng who has lived two lifetimes, he will still be nervous when facing his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Feng Qingzhu didn't go home, Luo Zhiwen hugged the computer and continued to study the song that was almost finished the night before.

He was so focused on writing that he didn't hear the slight sound coming from the door. By the time he smelled the burnt smell, a faint smoke had already drifted into the corridor.

Luo Zhiwen suddenly jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the phone.

When he dialed 119, his fingers were shaking desperately.

The roiling heat wave hit, just like the previous life.

Luo Zhiwen didn't have time to go back to the bathroom to find a towel, so he bent over and ran to the door, tried to push the door, but found that there were two steel bars blocking the door, which happened to be stuck on the door.

He exhausted all his strength, but the steel bar still didn't move at all. He had to lower his head and try to get out of the gap. Unfortunately, the position of the steel bar was too tricky, and no one could get out unless he was a small and thin child.

Luo Zhiwen's heart sank.

The burnt smell became heavier, and the tongue of fire in the thick smoke approached step by step.

For a moment, Luo Zhiwen's mind went blank.

In boundless despair, he only wanted to hear Feng Qingzhu's voice.

"The following is a piece of social news. Today, a man-made arson case occurred in the villa area of ​​the west district of our city. The two victims were both men..."

Several residents gathered in front of the charred villa, sighing endlessly: "I heard that the deceased was very young, and he was burned to death."

"I heard that when the villa caught fire, the door was blocked."

"What kind of hatred is this?"

"It's miserable."

Their topic quickly turned to themselves: "You say, is there a problem with the management of our villa area? Arsonists can come in so easily. What if someone wants to take revenge on me and imitate the crime in the future?"

Someone soon echoed: "Yes, there is also a problem with fire prevention, right? If the smoke alarm works, and the alarm is issued as soon as the fire is on, maybe people won't be burned to death!"

Residents were furious and prepared to contact a lawyer and ask the real estate company for an explanation.

The security guard who maintained order smiled wryly.

Those who can live here are rich people, and they don't care about the little compensation.

This former rich area is probably about to be destroyed in the fire.

Thinking of this, the security guard shook his head looking at the burnt ruins of the house. He remembered that the people living here were a young couple with a good relationship. Unexpectedly...

Probably life.

The security guard retracted his gaze with his hands behind his back, and continued to appease the emotional residents.

Luo Zhiwen was in a coma for a whole day before waking up. When she opened her eyes, she saw her parents sitting by the bed and weeping silently.

He inhaled so much smoke that he was temporarily speechless.

As for the Dipper who tried to burn him to death, that is, Chen Beidou, he was out of luck.

The door of the villa was sealed, Luo Zhiwen turned around and ran towards the window, but just bumped into Dipper who broke in through the window.

Dipper was already mad, and with a piece of broken glass in his hand, he jumped directly at him.

Luo Zhiwen dodged in embarrassment, and rolled on the ground again, a piece of glass was pierced on the floor where his hands were propped up.

Chen Beidou approached him with a sneer.

Luo Zhiwen hadn't learned how to fight in two lifetimes, but he wouldn't just sit still. He lay on the ground, his eyes swept across the carpet, and he stared slightly.

"Luo Zhiwen, just give up." Dipper had a distorted smile all over his face, "Even if you reincarnate, you will die in the sea of ​​fire with me."

As soon as the words fell, she rushed to Luo Zhiwen again.

Luo Zhiwen narrowly escaped, with a red gash on his arm.

"You're not still waiting for Feng Qingzhu, are you?" Dipper licked the dry corner of his mouth, "He's a god, and he can't come back."

Luo Zhiwen covered his mouth and nose, the oxygen in the air was getting less and less, his eyes were dark, but he still secretly grabbed the corner of the carpet.

He has only one chance.

Dipper took another step forward and stood in the middle of the carpet.

--It's now!

Luo Zhiwen pulled the carpet hard, and pulled it forward fiercely. Before the grinning Dipper could react, he fell backwards - behind him was the glass window that was smashed by himself.

Luo Zhiwen frowned, dismissed the disgusting image from his mind, and handed his hand to the nurse, asking her to pull out the needle for him.

The nurse smiled and shook her head: "Go and see your husband. I heard that the house was almost burned down. He rushed in and carried you out by himself, but the firefighters didn't stop him."

Luo Zhiwen sighed: "I think so too."

But his parents stopped him and wouldn't let him out of the ward.

Luo Zhiwen was terrified at first, thinking that Feng Qingzhu died of a serious injury in order to save himself, so frightened, he directly pulled the needle on the back of his hand, and stumbled out of the ward.

A few doctors rushed over and held him down, trying to explain things clearly.

Feng Qingzhu is fine, but a little...disfigured.

He breathed a sigh of relief instantly, and laughed: "I used to have scars on half of my face, do I still despise him?"

But the doctor still didn't let go, even his parents carefully stopped him.

After the battle, no one objected to their remarriage anymore.

Even the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau delivered the marriage certificate to the hospital in person, along with a fruit basket with a "Get well soon" greeting card.

But the more they blocked him, the more nervous Luo Zhiwen became.

Disfigurement doesn't matter, just be afraid of wound infection.

But he himself was injured and couldn't move, so he could only drag the nurse around and ask, "I...is my husband really alright?"

At first the nurse's attitude towards him was relatively indifferent, but later she didn't know whether she was moved, or she knew something else, and comforted her with a suppressed smile: "Don't worry, your husband is the most handsome burn patient I've ever seen."

Luo Zhiwen was still worried, wishing he could put on his wings and fly directly to the next ward.

But now that he was allowed to visit Feng Qingzhu, he was timid again.

What if Brother Feng was lying on the hospital bed with tubes inserted all over his body?

Luo Zhiwen had already lost Feng Qingzhu once. He thought that he was strong enough to withstand all the blows. Until now, he realized that he was still the same as in his previous life, and his heart was on the verge of collapse.

While hesitating, Luo Zhiwen had already walked to the door of his ward.

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Feng Qingzhu head-on.

Feng Qingzhu, who was wearing a hospital gown, showed embarrassment, and quickly turned his head away, not daring to look directly into Luo Zhiwen's eyes.

Luo Zhiwen recovered from the brief trance, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

He firmly held Feng Qingzhu's face, and stared angrily at a scar that couldn't be smaller on the man's browbone—a scab had scabbed over there, and tender new flesh had grown on the edge.

"Disfigurement?" Luo Zhiwen cried and laughed, "Brother Feng, is that why you don't see me?"

Feng Qingzhu carefully put his right hand behind his back, and wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand: "Yes."

"You...you..." Luo Zhiwen said "you" for a long time, and then cried again.

Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes and his lips were bloodless, Feng Qingzhu persuaded him with a headache, "Ah Wen, go back to the ward."

He was still angry: "Go to your own ward, if you don't want to see me, don't see me forever!"

After saying that, he hugged Feng Qingzhu's waist again: "Try if you don't see me again!"

Feng Qingzhu was so amused by Luo Zhiwen that he couldn't laugh or cry, and then he felt that this kind of Ah Wen hadn't been seen for a long time, and he missed him very much, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his earlobe.

After two days in the hospital, his Ah Wen lost weight, and the large hospital gown was empty on his body.

"Brother Feng, why are you so stupid." Luo Zhiwen finished crying, rubbed his eyes, and pulled Feng Qingzhu into the ward.

He calmed down and figured it out right away, "disfigurement" was just an excuse, Feng Qingzhu must have a more serious injury to hide from him and not show it to him.

Luo Zhiwen immediately picked up Feng Qingzhu's hospital gown.

"Ah Wen, go home and make trouble again." Feng Qingzhu pressed his hand.

Luo Zhiwen hesitated to speak, wanted to forcibly tear off Feng Qingzhu's clothes, but was afraid of pulling the wound, so he had to give up in the end.

Feng Qingzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His right hand and both legs had burns of varying degrees. Although they had begun to heal, they looked scary, and he didn't want to scare Luo Zhiwen.

Luo Zhiwen more or less guessed what Feng Qingzhu was thinking, he looked away, and obediently leaned into Feng Qingzhu's arms without asking any further questions.

The two of them recuperated safely in the hospital, and Dipper, who caused them to enter the hospital, appeared in front of the public again.

It's just that the current Dipper is no longer a star-studded idol, but a murderer who deliberately set fire.

Besides Chen Beidou, there was also a security guard who was knocked unconscious by Chen Beidou.

The blow of the former idol and later arsonist is really big for some fans, but more people care about the marriage of Feng Qingzhu and Luo Zhiwen.

Han Qianshan blurred their marriage certificates and posted them on Weibo, adding that they are both safe.

Three months later, Feng Qingzhu was discharged from the hospital.

Luo Zhiwen personally drove Feng Qingzhu back to his new home.

In fact, Luo Zhiwen liked the burned villa very much. The house was given to them by the old man Feng, and in the end... maybe it was considered to protect him.

Otherwise, how could the glass hit the back of Chen Beidou's head when he fell down?

But neither of their parents allowed them to live in the West End.

Luo Zhiwen had no objection, and Feng Qingzhu had no objection even more.

During the hospitalization, Feng Qingzhu bought another villa, which is only 10 minutes' drive away from Luo's house.

Luo Zhiwen was very satisfied, and decorated the house according to his own preferences, using environmentally friendly materials and not applying too much paint.

The surrounding environment of the community is also very good. The most important thing is that the security factor is high and the smoke alarm system is fully equipped.

Luo Zhiwen parked the car in the underground garage, took Feng Qingzhu's hand and happily opened the door.

"Welcome home." He stuffed the key into Feng Qingzhu's palm, "Brother Feng, thank you too..."

Feng Qingzhu frowned and interrupted him: "Ah Wen, between you and me, no thanks."

Luo Zhiwen laughed, he looked at the knot between the man's eyebrows: "Who wants to thank you for this?"

"Ok?"

Luo Zhiwen didn't want to say more, and stood on tiptoe to kiss Feng Qingzhu's lips.

Thank you for crossing the cycle,

still love me.

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It's been four months, thank you all still reading this story w

Well, it's over!