Zhao Yong embraced his wife and sat on the edge of the bed, his black eyes fixed on the tender face of his tender wife, serious and serious, and after a while, his son laughed at the corners of his mouth. He hugged her hard with his right hand, his slightly cool thin lips rubbed her cheek once and again, and said with a breath: "Wan Wan, don't do this, how can you still cry?"
He has seen his wife’s crying skills, and he is reluctant to let his wife cry, so every time the young couple quarrel, Zhao Yong will definitely lose the battle, because every time Xiaojiao’s wife looks pitifully with tears in her eyes. He, he feels distressed. Raising her big hand, the rough palm gently wiped the tears on her face, comfortingly said: "It's a little hurt, but it's not a big deal."
"Don't think I'm a fool, I don't know you yet?" After that, Lin Wan raised his hand and poked his head vigorously. "We are a husband and wife, we are a husband and wife, and I am not your daughter. Don't think of me. The morning sun came to coax." Lin Wan glared at her husband again after sniffing his nose. Looking up close, his face became paler. Lin Wan was really distressed and couldn't help but hug his waist tightly and press his side face. He said in his chest, "Zidu, you haven't been hurt, can you keep it from me? I know, you are afraid that I am worried, but do you think that if you don't say it, I don't know anything? Don't you say, I was more worried. It would be better if you told me early." She raised her head, her dark eyes filled with tears, "We are a couple in distress. We have walked down after so many ups and downs. Do you think I am still that way? Are flowers so delicate that they can't stand the wind and rain? I don't like you like this."
After speaking in one breath, the more he spoke, the more angry he couldn't help but reach out and screw him hard.
Zhao Yong hugged his wife tighter, slowly closed his black eyes, and gently patted her slender shoulder with his big palm.
"I was in the palace just now, and I have already gone to the imperial grandmother's place. The doctor Yao helped me clean up the wound." He held her quietly, his voice was not high, but the words fell into her ears clearly, "he said it was on the arrow. It's poisonous, but what's the matter is that you have to go back to the hospital to read the medical book. However, I don't feel anything, everything is normal."
"If you feel it, can you still lie to me here at this moment?" Lin Wan was very angry and very distressed. He glared at him and hugged him tightly. At this moment, the mood was really complicated, and he cried, "You let me I look at the wound, don’t forget, I also know medical skills, don’t distrust me so much."
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just..." Zhao Yong's thin lips pressed tightly, and his face became dignified. "Yan Wan, I'm afraid. I've been so afraid for the first time since I grew up. I'm afraid if I go by myself. Now, you have left your orphans and widows to live in this world. Where can you rest assured? I am also reluctant to bear you and the children."
He has always been bad at words, and even at this moment, even if he has a thousand words to say in his heart, he will inevitably be a little clumsy when he comes to his lips. However, Lin Wan doesn't like men's rhetoric either, she likes her husband like this. Although sometimes she has a clumsy tongue, and when she expresses love, she is more often in bed, but she just likes it.
She laughed, took the initiative to peck his lips, and said with a stern face: "We are going to join hands for a hundred years, so I don't allow you to go ahead of me. In this life, I will live with you for a hundred years, the next life. I also have to marry you and have children for you. Zhao Zidu, we must be together forever and ever."
Seeing his wife had said everything he wanted to say, Zhao Yong looked down and smiled, then raised his hand to squeeze her face.