Feng Han gently lifted her hand: "Be good, reach out quickly, let's put on our clothes and go eat, we can't let my baby go hungry."
"Your baby belly?" Even Su Qiao, who was thick-skinned, couldn't help but blush.
This guy seems to be unhurried whether he is talking or doing things, but when he really starts to say sweet words, it can be fatal.
"Didn't you say so? You said what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, so of course your cute little belly is mine too."
As Feng Han spoke, he skillfully helped her put on her clothes and then put on her skirt.
After that, he put his arm around her waist, patted her flat belly gently with his big hands, and said with a smile: "I can't let my baby belly go hungry. If it gets hungry, I'll feel bad."
Hey, do you have to be so cheesy
"I'm hungry."
Su Qiao blushed slightly, and she quickly and forcefully changed the subject, and started walking towards the door.
If you don't get out now, you don't know what this guy will do.
She's been busy all day and she can't do that on an empty stomach.
Haha, it’s really rare to make her shy for once.
If she doesn't use any tricks, she won't necessarily feel shy or blush even in bed.
The smile in Feng Han's eyes became even more intense, and he gently hugged her and walked out.
"I will go and fill our baby's belly now."
With a full stomach, it’s easier to get down to work.
She had been going to the farm a lot recently, sometimes even staying overnight there, but they hadn't had a good "in-depth communication" for a long time.
Twenty-four years of such sweet days passed by.
This year, Feng Han fell ill just after his 49th birthday.
Gastric cancer, coupled with a sudden severe cold, put his life on the countdown.
The stomach cancer was probably caused by the fact that I often went hungry and ate raw meat with Xiaobai when I was a child.
In addition, he later entered the palace as a eunuch and suffered a lot in order to climb up the career ladder. These caused Feng Han to develop stomach problems at an early age.
Because there were no medical devices or instruments in that era, even if Su Qiao later discovered that he had stomach cancer, there was no way to perform surgery on him. He could only use medication to temporarily suppress and regulate the condition.
But he didn't expect that to make matters worse, a severe cold made his condition worse.
In front of the bed, Su Qiao sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding the man's hand, with a heavy expression.
Even she hadn't expected his condition to deteriorate so quickly.
Feng Han, who was middle-aged but still handsome, held her hand tightly, and his slightly distracted eyes fell on her face.
"Qiao'er, I... I know I don't have much time left."
"Although this life was bitter at first, but... after I met you, only sweetness remained, which completely made up for the bitterness before."
"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid... I'm afraid of leaving you alone, afraid that someone will bully you and I won't be able to protect you..."
As he spoke, his eyes became wet.
"You are still so young, and the days ahead are so long... So long, what should I do?"
"Why can't God give me more time?"
Feng Han was very unwilling and the strength in his hands suddenly increased.
"Qiao'er, I don't want to die... I really don't want to die..."
Su Qiao looked at this man with a face full of reluctance and nostalgia, and felt very uncomfortable. She gently patted the back of his hand to comfort him:
"I know, I know. I know you can't let me go and you're afraid that I'll be bullied."
"Don't worry, no one can bully me. I am the only one who bullies others. You know what I am capable of."
Host, why don't you just tell him that when he leaves, you will follow him
There is no need to make him feel guilty and leave with uneasy feelings.
Feng Han seemed to have listened to Su Qiao's words. He felt relieved, the look in his eyes became darker, and the strength in his hands gradually weakened.
"That's right. My Qiao'er is so powerful. She knows martial arts and can use poison. She will definitely not be bullied by others. This way, I feel relieved..."
Feng Han finally took his last breath and left this world with reluctance and nostalgia.
Su Qiao covered his eyes with his hands and sat by the bed for half an hour before he stood up stiffly.
Host, are you leaving now? 444 knew she was in a bad mood and asked cautiously.
"No, I have to write a few letters and make arrangements for my family."
Su Qiao tucked in the quilt for the man on the bed and turned to go to the study.
He quickly wrote four letters and had them circulated below.
One letter was sent to my second uncle's family who were still in my hometown, and the other was sent to my parents who were officials in the local area.
The third letter was sent to his eldest brother Su Yichen who was in the court, and the fourth letter was sent to his younger brother Su Yihao who was guarding the ancient Xiguan.
As for the old man and old lady, they passed away a few years ago.
After delivering the message, Su Qiao called Yuan Wu and Yuan Liu, who were also middle-aged, and Xiao Guizi.
After telling them that she was buried together with Feng Han, she lay down next to the man and her soul left her body.
When I left, I could still vaguely hear the suppressed crying of Yuan Wu, Yuan Liu, and Xiao Guizi.