Please Take Care of Mr. Quan

Chapter 823: Where is the hurt in the middle of the night

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Why didn't Quan Hanting say that he was in danger

On the surface, as he said, he didn't want her to worry.

But think deeply, why don’t you want to worry about her

because-

In the man's subconscious mind, he felt that Shen Hun could not bear it.

"After all, you never believed me." She twitched the corner of her mouth, and the woman smiled coldly.

Quan Hanting opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound after all.

Does he believe her

The answer is yes—

He believed in her sincerity, her loyalty, and her dedicated love for herself.

It is precisely because of this that Quan Hanting will do everything possible to exclude Shen Hou from the danger, so as not to let her suffer the slightest wind and rain, of course, including the danger that he may bring to her.

He regarded her as a delicate flower that needed to be cared for, and he wished to create the largest greenhouse in the world to provide her with nourishment. He watched her stretch out the branches and leaves, but he forgot a little, a very important point—

His 婠婠 not only possesses a clever mind, meticulous thinking, but also a strong heart.

She is not a delicate flower that only clings to, nor does she make more vines, but—

A big tree that can stand shoulder to shoulder with him and bear the wind and rain together!

His asylum was both contemptuous and hurtful to her.

"I understand, I understand..."

Shen Hun saw heaviness and reflection in his eyes. The cigarette in his hand didn't know when it burned to the end, and he almost burned his fingers. Quan Hanting grabbed it and smashed the sparks directly at his fingertips.

I don't seem to know that it is hot, and I can't feel the pain.

Shen Hun frowned, and distress appeared subconsciously in her eyes. When she realized that she wanted to converge, she had already been caught by the man clearly.

Quan Hanting smiled—

"I worry about you, just like you can't help but worry about me-habitually make choices that are more beneficial to the other party, and ignore your senses."

This is the instinct to love someone.

"Maybe the only thing wrong is that the things I give are forced to pass without your consent, and you are forced to accept it. But you are not the kind of person who has no opinion and is used to being arranged."

Speaking of this, Shen Hun believes he really understands, but—

"You know, why do you still..."

"Houhou," he said solemnly, mixed with a sigh, "Every man hopes that he can be the umbrella of his beloved woman and can support her. I am no exception, even this kind of thought. More intense than ordinary people."

The environment in which Quan Hanting lives, the power he represents, and his strong family background are all destined to encounter more dangers and changes than ordinary people, and have more opportunities and challenges than ordinary people.

Shen Hun is the person he loves, and love becomes a weakness in the depths.

The first reaction of course was to protect him strictly, but now Shen Hun told him with his eyes full of firmness and stubbornness that there is actually another way—

Let this weak underbelly endure the baptism of wind and frost, the baptism of heavy rain, and the blow of the strong wind, little by little, become stronger, and finally become so strong that it is no longer his weak underbelly, but the strongest part of him.

With his eyes facing each other, the tenderness and pity in Quan Hanting's eyes seemed to overflow: "Have you thought about it? You will be very tired, very hard, and perhaps life-threatening."

Shen Hou raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips, but this time his smile reached the bottom of his eyes, "Why, do you underestimate me?"

The man smiled bitterly: "How dare you?"

Suddenly, the woman narrowed her smile, and calmly looked at him from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze, "...Where is the injury?"

Quan Hanting had a meal.

"Don't try to find any reasons or excuses, I want to listen to the truth!"

He showed helplessness: "... The extreme weather on Yandao caused the cold in my body that was suppressed by drugs and hot springs to reactivate. Fortunately, Ling Yun contacted Zhanao in advance, and quickly sent people to the island to support me, but at that time I was in a coma. , I didn't wake up until three days ago."

This is why the communication signal sent by Shen Hou let Chu Yujiang finally sink into the sea.

Quan Hanting was unconscious. Before he fell into a coma, he had personally issued an order to block the news. Under such circumstances, who would dare to reply to Shen Hun

Not to mention the others in Zhanao, even Ling Yun couldn't call the shots without authorization.

Shen Xu pursed his lips, took a step forward, and took the initiative to lean into the man's arms.

She was the one who evacuated just now, and now she is also the one who took the initiative.

Quan Hanting’s heart was sour and swollen, especially the woman’s cautious movements and worried and distressed eyes. He clearly suffered countless injuries, large and small, and it was not once or twice a cold attack, but there was no such time that it made him feel like it is now. Blame yourself.

That kind of feeling is like a child who has failed his parents' expectations, both wronged and guilty.

"What did the doctor say?" Shen Hou lowered his eyes to cover up the acidity in his eyes and the tears that were well hidden under the acidity.

She knew that Quan Hanting didn't want to watch her cry.

Tears will only make him more uncomfortable.

"It's all done." The three words are an understatement, but only he knows the dangers and difficulties he has experienced.

Shen Hou can only rely on guessing.

It's useless to follow up, because what he said from his mouth would only be that the world is safe and I am at peace.

This has nothing to do with trust, but Quan Hanting really doesn't think there is anything.

Life and death, standing at the height he is today, has long been bearish. If it were not for the only accident in his life, Quan Hanting thought, he might still be licking blood, fearless...