Chapter 484 Zhou Jian Extra (10) Full of Your Love for Me

"Jian Han," he stretched out his left hand to hold her hand, trying to suppress his temper and not yell at her, and deliberately ignored Tang Fan's hand on her waist. He pulled her over and pulled her into his arms. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead, "Where did you go? I thought I couldn't find you, okay? Don't do this next time, huh? I can't stand it."

I really can't stand it. He almost went crazy just now.

He opened his eyes in the apartment, but didn't see her. He went downstairs to find her, but she was gone, so he hurried out.

He searched several streets along the way for nearly an hour. There were so many people on the road. At first, he didn't think anyone looked like her. Gradually, he began to think everyone looked like her.

He was really going crazy. What if he couldn't find her?

He wouldn't be able to survive.

He would die.

Jian Han smelled the clean and familiar body odor on him, and slowly reached out her little hand to hold his sweater around his waist. It was great, it felt so good.

The first time she saw him, she felt full in her heart. The man she had missed and loved was finally here.

"I'm sorry, I won't dare to do that again..." She admitted her mistake in his arms, "I went to the supermarket to buy some things, and wanted to go home to make you delicious food, but I couldn't find the way home after I left the supermarket, and I cried for a long time... Am I stupid?"

She raised her little head and looked at him with a pair of clear and innocent big eyes.

All Zhou Dayuan's anxious and frantic emotions were soothed by her words and aggrieved eyes, and his heart was stroked by a feather, so soft that it was unbelievable.

He stretched out his thumb to help her gently wipe away the crystal tears still hanging on her face, and covered her big belly with his right hand. He smiled at her softly, "My wife is not stupid, not stupid at all, but for me, my wife and son are much more important than delicious food, so don't run around and don't leave me in the future."

"Yes!" Jian Han nodded vigorously.

Zhou Dayuan reached out and picked up the bag on the ground, and with his other hand he put his arm around her shoulders. He looked at Tang Fan and said sincerely, "Thank you."

All his words were in these two words.

Tang Fan understood. He wiped his pockets with both hands, smiled and nodded, "If you really want to thank me, be better to Jian Han. This woman has loved you for many years in a place without you."

Not the best, but better than the best. Who is lucky enough to meet a girl like Jian Han in his life? Zhou Dayuan really saved the Milky Way in his previous life.

"I will." Zhou Dayuan put his arm around Jian Han and turned to leave.

As the two were about to leave, Tang Fan could still hear their conversation. The woman tilted her head and asked, "Where are we going now?"

She always forgets things and people. The person who just said she was going home, now doesn't know where to go.

The man was very patient, and his low voice was filled with a hint of joy and satisfaction, "Come home, aren't you going to prepare something delicious for me? I'm really hungry now."

"Really? Then I'll cook for you when we get home."

"Okay, my wife is awesome."...

Tang Fan stood up straight, a smile appeared on his lips, he turned around and strode forward.

...

When they got home, Zhou Dayuan cooked again. After dinner, the two of them nestled in bed. Now the spring sun was shining brightly, and the curtains in the bedroom were opened, leaving only a thin layer of gauze. The gorgeous sunlight leaked from the gauze onto the big bed. Jian Han lay on Zhou Dayuan and went to get the thermometer.

"37 degrees, your fever has subsided." Jian Han's eyes were filled with joy.

"Well," Zhou Dayuan lifted a blanket to cover her belly, leaned his handsome back against the head of the bed, and hugged her with his eyes closed comfortably, "I said, you will get better soon after taking the medicine, I will take care of you and will not fall down."

Jian Han curled the corners of her lips, touched his handsome face with her small hands, and gently kissed his beautiful jaw.

Seeing her take the initiative, Zhou Dayuan turned over and wanted to hold her down.

"Hey!" Jian Han quickly covered his mouth, "giggle" and laughed coquettishly, "Don't mess around..."

Zhou Dayuan looked at her sweet look with curved eyebrows, and infatuation surged in her black eyes. He did not move again, because he had a very serious question to tell her, "Jian Han, do you know who I am?"

Jian Han blinked her long eyelashes like a palm leaf fan and shook her head blankly.

Zhou Dayuan's eyes sank slightly. At first, he found that she could remember every patient, so he wanted to slowly get along with her through this method, but he found that it didn't work.

The three words Zhou Dayuan are really just a name on the medical record for her. She can treat him and call him Zhou Dayuan, but once she falls in love with him, she will forget his name.

She doesn't know how long this state will last, maybe a lifetime. In fact, a lifetime is a lifetime, he doesn't care, but what happened today gave him a warning. If he can't keep an eye on her, she will run away. If she runs away, she won't remember him, she will forget his name, his appearance, his contact information...

This is too dangerous. He faces the possibility of losing her at any time.

Zhou Dayuan touched her fair little face and leaned over to peck her red lips, "Jian Han, I am your man, my name is Zhou Dayuan, do you remember it?"

Jian Han's soft little body moved, half shy and half uneasy to push him, and softly resisted, "No."

"Why not? I am." Zhou Dayuan straightened her little face, forcing her to look at him, "I am your man, the man you love, you belong to me, I can do that kind of thing to you..." He Slowly stretched out his index finger to poke her little heart, "This place is full of your love for me, your heart beats because of me!"

Jian Han's eyes were dull, and her pink face turned white little by little. She became agitated and pushed him away with her hands and feet, fear in her eyes, "Go away, go away, I don't want to listen..."

She curled up in a small corner next to the bed, and because she was angry and scared, she pulled the blanket up to cover her little face.

Zhou Dayuan's eyes were so soft, she looked like this, why should he force her like this?

The source of her illness is here, burdened with the lives of her parents, she can't bear her love for him, so now, how does he force her to remember that he is her man.

But what can he do without force? He is afraid that he will lose her.

Zhou Dayuan hugged her from behind. The little woman was still struggling, pouting her pink lips and humming "Bad guy". He smiled, stretched out his hand to pull off the blanket on her face, "It's not boring to sleep with the blanket, okay, I No more talking, as long as you are happy.”

Jian Han stopped making trouble, turned over, and lay on his chest obediently. She felt sleepy, so she closed her eyes and slept.

What she didn't know was that the man was silent on the bedside for a long time. He held her in his arms, kissed her hair over and over again, and whispered her name.

How to be cruel?

…

Something happened the next day.

After getting up in the morning, Jian Han didn't see Zhou Dayuan again. There was one more person in the apartment, her assistant Xiaoping.

Xiaoping took her to the mental health clinic, prepared lunch for her, and then took her back to the apartment. Xiaoping did everything Zhou Dayuan had done for her.

This should be no different to Jian Han, who always forgets things and people. She has never really remembered Zhou Dayuan, but... she feels that her heart is empty.

She began to be in a daze. She ignored the patients in the medical center and curled up on the sofa alone, spending the whole day in a daze.

She stopped smiling, her pink face remained blank, and even her almond-shaped eyes lost all their sparkle.

She stopped talking. She didn't seem to hear what Xiaoping was talking to her. With her slender body holding a nine-month-old belly, she looked like she would fall down at any time when standing in the wind.

Night was the hardest. She didn't like to sleep in her own bedroom anymore. She would go to a guest room next to the bedroom and lie on the big bed. She would bury her little face deeply into the pillow and smell it. A few days ago, she You will still smell that clean, refreshing and charming smell, but later, that smell is gone.

Her whole figure was hollowed out, she was soulless and depressed.

That night while she was sleeping in a daze, she suddenly heard the rumbling thunderstorm. She woke up from her dream and sat up.

There was lightning ringing outside the window, and the dazzling white light illuminated her pale little face. There was drizzle outside the window. In the dark room, she slowly curled up and buried her little face in her knees. Hot tears fell from inside.

After crying for a while, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed wearing slippers.

She opened the apartment door and walked out.

It was now past one o'clock in the morning, and it was raining again. There was almost no one on the street, and the street lamp cast a dim light. She was walking alone in a white pajamas.

An aunt ran over with an umbrella, "Girl, it's raining now, why are you getting wet here? Go home quickly, you are ruining yourself with such a big belly."

Jian Han turned a deaf ear and walked blankly.

The aunt sighed and ran away.

Walking along a street, she tripped over something and twisted her right foot. It was impossible to walk. She sat by the flower pond on the roadside, slowly stretched out her two little hands and covered her face tightly. She was quiet. Crying silently again.

At this time, a black umbrella was held above her head, and someone came to her.

She retracted her little hand and saw a line of black trousers, a clean white shirt above, and that strange yet familiar handsome face above.

he came.

Zhou Dayuan.

Jian Han cried softly, her whole body was soaked, her satin-like hair stuck to her cheeks, her weak shoulders were trembling in her neck, and she stared at him with red eyes.

Zhou Dayuan looked at this woman condescendingly. Pity was no longer enough to describe her appearance. He heard the sound of his heart bleeding.

"Who am I?" he asked her persistently.

Jian Han sobbed and refused to answer.

Zhou Dayuan was silent for a few seconds, then turned and left.

She couldn't leave, because his trouser leg was grasped by a soft white hand, and she burst into tears, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I, my man...Zhou Dayuan..."

The umbrella in Zhou Dayuan's hand fell to the ground. Turning around, he squatted down in front of her, knelt on one knee on the ground, stretched out his trembling hands to hold her little face, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."