Chapter 463 Wife, Can I Confess to You?

Jian Han's clear almond eyes were filled with panic and heartache. She went upstairs slowly and came downstairs with a clean white shirt and a soft towel in her hands.

She sat beside him, gently trying not to wake him up, wiped the blood stains with a towel, and then raised her slender white hands to help him take off the dirty shirt.

Just after unbuttoning two buttons, her little head was touched by a big hand, and a gentle and hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "Wife..."

Jian Han raised her eyes in response and bumped into his clear black eyebrows. His lacquered eyes were stained with a shining smile, so gentle, like the stars hanging in the sky in spring.

Jian Han raised the corners of her lips and spoke to him softly, "Husband, are you awake?"

Zhou Dayuan stroked the tender white skin on her little face with his fingertips. He looked at her and smiled, "Wife, is this a dream?"

Jian Han's nose quickly became sore when she heard it, and a layer of bright mist covered her eyes.

She shook her head, "No."

As soon as she finished speaking, her little head was deeply pressed into his arms. His injured left arm circled her small shoulders, slowly tightened, and buried his face in her pink neck. He closed his eyes and sniffed, sighing with satisfaction, "Wife, it's great, this is not a dream, I just opened my eyes and saw you by my side again."

Jian Han's two small hands slowly grasped the corner of his clothes, "Husband, let go first, I see you are injured, how did you get injured, I will help you change the medicine. And your shirt is dirty, go to the bathroom to take a shower, after the shower we..."

"Jian Han," the man spoke in a low and hoarse voice, interrupting her words, "Can I confess to you?"

"What?" Jian Han didn't understand.

"Can I be honest with you? I dare not let go of your hand now, because I am still afraid that this is a dream. You left me 7 years ago, and I have been looking for you for 7 years. Every morning when I open my eyes, I seem to see you sitting by my bed, smiling warmly at me as before, but when I get up, I find that you are gone again."

Jian Han felt her face wet, and it turned out that the tears in her eyes had fallen.

She slowly reached out, hugged his sturdy waist and abdomen, and hugged him tightly.

"Husband, I'm sorry..."

The man didn't hear her words, he seemed to be talking to himself, "Jian Han, do you know why I was angry with you some time ago? It was because one night I received a call and heard that you were going to Singapore with Tang Fan. I was furious and jealous."

"And the afternoon before yesterday, do you know why I took you to the hospital where you work for an examination? It was because I wanted all your friends to know that you are my wife, and you are pregnant with my son in your belly. You belong to me completely."

"I want to keep you by my side in this way. I want to tell you You belong to me in the whole world. Only in this way can I feel safe. Jian Han, I am really afraid that you will leave me again. I know that you will not tell me about what happened yesterday even if I ask you. So let's do this. We agreed that you will be nice to me when I close my eyes and open them again after you lose your temper and are indifferent to me in the future. I can tolerate you unconditionally, but you have to give birth to a son for me and stay by my side. I want to live a good life with you every day in the future. "

Jian Han burst into tears and choked in his arms. Even if he never said it, she knew how much psychological shadow her departure 7 years ago left on him.

He is not a god, he will also be afraid.

What calls he received and what thoughts he had when he arranged for her to go to the hospital were all because he was afraid of everything. He was so hesitant that he didn't know when he would open his eyes and she would disappear in front of him like bubbles in the sun.

But Zhou Dayuan, Zhou Dayuan, maybe he will never know the reason why she left 7 years ago, this secret that has been hidden in her heart, this is her most humble but most pious love for him.

She gave him everything she had in her life.

She gave him everything she had.

But love cannot be expressed in words.

Zhou Dayuan let go of her shoulders, held her tearful face with his two big hands, and kissed away her tears with a gentle kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and caressed her tenderly, "Jian Han, I love you."

13 years of love, deep into the bone marrow, unforgettable every night.

Jian Han stopped sobbing and looked up at him. His handsome face was so close, and the gorgeous golden light gave him a charming and delicate edge. She nodded, "Yes, I know, I have always known."

Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction and joy, "My hand is fine, I took care of it last night. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I will make it for you."

Jian Han put away the sadness in her heart. She trembled her long eyelashes like a cattail leaf fan and replied softly, "I want to eat noodles."

"Okay." Zhou Dayuan got up and went to the kitchen.

Jian Han put away the medicine box on the coffee table. He was a doctor and knew the extent of his injury. Although she felt distressed, she was also relieved. She would definitely give him a proper bandage when she went to the hospital later.

After putting the medicine box back to its original place, she saw a bloody glass fragment in the trash can beside the coffee table. She was shocked and went to see the man in the kitchen.

Zhou Dayuan was boiling water. When the water boiled and he was about to put noodles in, he felt his waist soften and was hugged by the little woman from behind.

He raised the corner of his mouth, without looking back, and held her little hand with his left hand, shuttled through her fingertips and interlocked her fingers. He smiled, "What's wrong?"

Jian Han pouted her pink lips and asked sullenly, "How did your arm get injured? When did it get injured? Do you not want your hand anymore?"

She is also a doctor. There were glass fragments in his arm. He was injured probably yesterday, but he delayed the treatment until the evening. He was not afraid of bacterial infection?

He is the hand that holds the scalpel, so he can't let anything go wrong.

"I didn't think so much yesterday..." the man replied vaguely, "At that time, I felt as if you didn't want me or my son anymore. If that were the case, what else would I do? I have been to many operating rooms over the years and saved countless lives. The sick are injured, but I was selfish yesterday. I can’t even save myself, so why should I save others?”

Jian Han rubbed her little face against his handsome back. She knew exactly what kind of person he was. Over the years, he had devoted himself to medical research and development. He had first-class academics and excellent character. He had a noble heart of kindness and compassion. , it is his responsibility to save the suffering.

How many people in this world is his hand attached to?

But yesterday, he abandoned his responsibilities and wanted nothing. A person would never do this unless he was in great sorrow and despair.

"Husband, weren't you going to fly to England yesterday? Why didn't you go? Doesn't it matter if you don't go?"

"Well, it doesn't matter." Zhou Dayuan shook his head.

It really doesn't matter much, at most it adds a black history.

Next time you see those elders, look at their faces.

When the water was about to boil, Zhou Dayuan moved his steps and coaxed, "Honey, let go, I'll get the noodles."

The woman didn't move, but her little hands hugging his waist tightened.

Zhou Dayuan raised his eyebrows and was in a good mood. He liked the way she clung to him so much. He turned around and pulled her palm-sized face into his palm with his right hand. He smiled, "What's the matter? Do you feel sorry for your husband?" "

"Well," Jian Han nodded vigorously, taking the clean white shirt in her hand, "change your clothes first."

He was still wearing a bloody shirt, and the cuffs had been cut off by him. He looked a bit like a down-and-out noble.

"Okay, listen to my wife." Zhou Dayuan went to take the white shirt from her hand.

But he didn't receive it because the woman's little hand retracted.

Zhou Dayuan's eyes lit up inexplicably, the corners of his mouth raised, and he stared at her deeply with a smile.

Jian Han's almond-shaped face showed a bit of shyness. In his eyes, she slowly stood on tiptoes and raised her hands to unbutton his shirt, one after another...

Taking off his dirty shirt, Jian Han didn't know where to look. He had always been the kind of person who looked thin when he was wearing clothes and had flesh when he was undressed. He also had a strong male physique hidden under his gentle appearance. Narrow waist, exquisite six-pack abs.

Jian Han lowered her head shyly and looked at the floor.

At this time, her armpits were held by two big hands. She took a step closer and lay on his chest. He pressed against the glass platform and asked in a low voice, "You were active just now, why have you turned off the flames now? Wife, Don’t miss me?”

Jian Han's soft fingertips touched the hard muscles on his chest. Her small hands quietly climbed up his handsome shoulders, and she took the initiative to kiss him.

Zhou Dayuan's right hand clasped her soft waist, and his left hand went behind him to turn off the fire. He frowned and let her kiss her for a while. He went to take her lips and sucked her twice but felt it was not enough. He gasped and kissed her pink neck. "Honey, I want to take a shower."

"Huh?" She wanted to back away a little.

But in the next second, she was picked up and said, "Wash together."

These three words made Jian Han blush quickly. She raised a small pink fist and pushed him, but she couldn't push him. The man laughed above her head. She covered her face with her two small hands in shame and secretly buried her in his arms. inside.

In the hospital.

Yue Wanqing stood by the bed. She took a towel and wiped her grandma's face and hands, and talked to her gently for a while.

It's the fourth day and grandma hasn't woken up yet.

Yue Wanqing sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. At this time, the ward door opened and Zhou Heng walked in.

When Yue Wanqing saw him, she stood up quickly. She nodded politely, "Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Heng nodded, his face was kind, and he whispered, "You're here again? You've been staying with me in the hospital these days, and you stayed up late at night. I saw everything you did. We had a misunderstanding a few days ago. You, I hope you don’t take it to heart, my son and daughter-in-law are a little tempered.”

Yue Wanqing shook her head and said with a smile, "I have forgotten those little things."

"Well," Zhou Heng looked at his grandma on the bed and said with emotion, "Xiao Hui and I have been married for almost fifty years. It seems like in the blink of an eye, we are both old. My memory still stays at the time we were together many years ago. Doudou was 6 years old, standing in a sea of ​​dandelions, running happily against the sunshine."

Yue Wanqing smiled as she listened, "What she was chasing wasn't dandelions at that time, she was just chasing the happy time running through her fingertips."