Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 605 Always with you

  Cangming looked at the tears on her face, and wanted to reach out to help her wipe it off, but his fingers trembled, but he still didn't do it in the end.

   "You didn't do anything wrong, it's them."

  He has a stupid mouth and can't comfort others. This sentence is already the best comfort he can say.

  Mo Zhiyun's legs were bent, and he leaned his head sideways on his knees, biting his lips tightly with his white teeth, and big tears rolled down from his eyes.

   "But they all lied to me, they all lied to me..."

   His voice was slightly choked, full of grievance and sadness.

  She likes Lu Heyun so much, but Lu Heyun has been using her feelings in exchange for benefits.

  She believed in Shen Qingbai's character, and wanted to start a new relationship with him, and even thought about accepting his marriage proposal, but—

  Shen Qingbai was also lying to her, taking revenge on her.

   She couldn't drink anymore, so she buried her head in tears.

   Weeping hard.

   Cangming sat beside her and watched her sad, feeling very sad, wishing to kill Shen directly.

   I don't know how long I cried, Mo Zhiyun lay on the carpet and fell into a drowsy sleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, and tears were still hanging from the corners of her eyes.

  Cangming finished drinking the wine in the bottle, got up, picked her up and walked into the bedroom, carefully placed her on the big bed, and covered her with the quilt.

   Looking at the wetness in the corner of her eyes, her heart seemed to be slowly being cut by a blunt knife.

  The calloused fingertips finally mustered up the courage to gently wipe away the tears from her cheeks.

It was probably because Mo Zhiyun fell asleep, or maybe he was distracted by alcohol. For the first time, he forgot his identity and the gap that could never be bridged between them. Very shallow kiss.

   "I, will never lie to you, and will always be with you."

  Even if it's just a bodyguard.

  ***

  Mo Zhiyun was so drunk that he immediately fell ill.

   Fortunately, Cangming was worried about her, so he came to see her in the middle of the night and found that she had a high fever, so he was sent directly to the hospital.

  Infusion, lowering the fever, tossing and tossing for half a night, finally at dawn, Mo Zhiyun's high fever subsided.

  The doctor was worried and asked her to stay in the hospital for observation for half a day. If there was nothing wrong, she could be discharged in the afternoon.

  Cangming went out to buy food for her, Mo Zhiyun was in a daze, clutching his chest, only feeling the pain of needles in his heart, he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

  During the half-asleep and half-awake period, it felt as if someone had held her hand, and the warm hand was pressed against her forehead, and then to her chest, as if it relieved the burning and pain in her heart.

  Mo Zhiyun slowly opened his eyes. There was no one in the ward, except for the quiet glow of the sleeping lamp above his head.

  It seems that everything just now was a dream made by myself.

  Cangming walked in from the outside and saw her wake up, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "Miss, you are awake."

   Mo Zhiyun came back to his senses, and gave a faint "hmm".

  Cangming put down the porridge he bought, and stepped forward to help her sit up, "The doctor said that you need to stay in the hospital for observation, and drink some porridge first."

  Mo Zhiyun watched him open the porridge he bought. Although he didn't have much appetite, he still said, "Thank you, Cangming."

  Cangming pursed his lower lip, didn't speak, and went to twist a towel for her to wipe her face and hands.

  Outside the half-closed door, Lu Heyun was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Cang Ming in the ward with dim eyes, taking care of her in every detail.

   There was a fleeting envy in his eyes.

  If possible, he really wants to change with Cang Ming, so that he will be the one taking care of her at the moment.

  Sometimes, fate is so wonderful.

  At first he was the person closest to Zhizhi, but in the end he was the one farthest from Zhizhi.

  ***

  Sickness comes like a mountain fall, and sickness goes like spinning silk.

  Although Mo Zhiyun's high fever subsided, he was still sick and lacked energy.

   My mind is confused, my reaction is slow, and I can't do anything, so I simply ask for leave to rest at home instead of going to the company.

  Three meals a day were delivered to the room. She ate very little, and was either sleeping or sitting on the sofa in a daze. She was extremely depressed and had no desire to speak or have any desires.

  Even the phone calls from Ye Weilan, she was not very willing to answer, as if she closed herself in this small house, unwilling to say anything, and unwilling to listen to the voices of the outside world.

   Cangming saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but he was anxious in his heart.

  She was in the same state when she went to the capital after a miscarriage, or even worse.

  After much deliberation, Cangming still couldn't hold back and went to Lanyueju.

  Tell Mo Shenbai what happened, and want him to comfort Miss Mo.

  Mo Shenbai held Jiayue who had just fallen asleep with one hand, carefully placed it on the bed, turned around and went out and closed the door.

   Cang Ming's dark eyes flashed anxiety and worry, looking at him full of longing.

  Mo Shenbai said lightly: "The person who untied the bell is still the one who tied it. At this time, unless she figured it out by herself, it would be the same for anyone to go."

  Cangming was silent for a moment, lowered his head and said, "Excuse me."

   Turn around to leave.

   Mo's deep white eyes stared at his figure with deep meaning, and his thin lips moved, "Cangming."

  Cangming paused, turned around: "Sir, what else can I order?"

  Mo Shenbai was silent for a moment, and then swallowed back the words.

   Changed his words: "Take good care of her, it's hard work."

  Cang Ming bowed his lower body slightly, turned and left.

  Mo Shenbai looked at his back as he went downstairs, with a fleeting smile in his eyes.

  Xu Youyou just came out of the accompanying room and saw him smiling with an inscrutable expression on his face. She couldn't help asking curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

   "It's nothing." Mo Shenbai suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and put his arms around her shoulders, "I just feel lucky."

   "??" Xu Youyou looked puzzled.

  "Most people in this world can't get what they want, but I have a wife to spend the rest of my life with, and this life is worth it."

  Xu Youyou blushed at his words.

  ***

  Mo Zhiyun woke up in the morning, and when he walked out of the room and didn't see Cang Mingzheng, he felt strange, when suddenly the kitchen door was pulled open, and a soft, sticky little guy came flopping over with short legs.

   "Mama, Mama..."

  The little guy is wearing a light yellow sweater with two little jiujiu tied up, bright and cute, hugging Mo Zhiyun's leg and calling mommy cheerfully, which is more clear than in the video.

   "Today..." Mo Zhiyun bent over and hugged the little man in surprise, his cold heart suddenly became hot, "Why are you here suddenly?"

  The little guy just learned to call mom not long ago, but he couldn't understand other words, so he kept calling "Mom"

  A slender figure stepped out of the kitchen, "Of course I sent her here."

  Mo Zhiyun looked sideways, "Ziyan, why are you here suddenly?"

  Xiao Ziyan took off her apron, "Eat first, we'll talk after dinner."

  Mo Zhiyun looked down at the little man with the fragrance of milk in his arms, and nodded, "Okay."

   Breakfast is porridge cooked by Xiao Ziyan. After eating, I feel sleepy today because I didn’t sleep on the plane.

  Mo Zhiyun let her sleep in his own room first, and seeing her sleeping, couldn't help but kissed her on the cheek.

   Walked out of the room, closed the door, and then looked at Xiao Ziyan who was sitting on the sofa. His back seemed to be pressed down by something, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)