Chapter 485 Zhou Jian's Finale Zhou Dayuan, I Love You

Jian Han hit him on the shoulder with her little pink fist and pushed him hard, "Woooo..." She didn't speak, just kept crying.

Zhou Dayuan let her beat him, and he blocked her trembling red lips with force. In a daze, he didn't know whether it was his tears or hers, which mixed with the rain and dripped into the dust.

"Wife, I'm sorry...I can't help it...Can you teach me what to do...I admit that I deliberately forced you and made you sad and uncomfortable, but you are in pain, and I have never felt better in my heart...Wife, forgive me, Please forgive me, please..."

Jian Han cried and fell into his arms, and he held her tightly in his arms. She cried so hard that she was short of oxygen for a while, and she fainted immediately.

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When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the bedroom. In front of her was a magnified handsome face. The man smiled at her, "Honey, you're awake. You were caught in the rain just now. In order not to catch a cold, let's go take a shower first." A hot bath, I’ll take you there.”

He lifted the quilt off her body and picked her up.

Now that it has entered summer, it is not too cold after being caught in the rain. In his arms, Jian Han lowered her eyes and looked at herself. All the clothes on her body were gone.

As soon as he got home just now, he helped her take off her wet clothes and wrapped her in the quilt.

Jian Han closed her eyes tightly and buried herself in his arms.

Pregnant women at this stage are no longer suitable for bathing in the bath, so Zhou Dayuan held her under the shower head and took a shower. He adjusted the water temperature to be very comfortable. He first poured some warm water on her skin, "Is it hot? Do you want me?" Hold you to wash? "

Not sure whether it was from the heat or from embarrassment, Jian Han's pale face turned red quickly. She struggled down from his arms, turned her back, and stood under the shower to rinse.

He took some water with his little hand and washed his face, then heard the sound behind him, a metal belt falling to the ground, the rustle of expensive fabric, and he took off the famous watch on his wrist.

A long arm stretched out and took the shampoo from the flower stand. He covered her ear and whispered, "Close your eyes. I'll wash your hair first. Just rinse it off, don't wash it for too long."

Jian Han trembled her long eyelashes like a cattail leaf, and when he was about to touch her, she pushed his hand away.

"What's wrong? Wife." He hugged her from behind, "Forgot who I am? I'm your man. It's normal to help you take a bath. I haven't done that with you yet..."

With a "pop" sound, she turned around and slapped him.

Zhou Dayuan was stunned.

Jian Han slowly retreated to the corner of the wall, looking at him quietly through a stream of steamy shower mist.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her pair of apricot eyes. They had lost their dullness for the past half year. Her apricot eyes were gentle and beautiful, and the clear water reflected his appearance at the moment, full of him.

He was stunned, and there was a huge surprise in his chest that was about to burst out. He stared at her hotly and darkly, not daring to blink.

He was afraid that this was another dream.

The woman suddenly rushed over. He reached out to pick her up, hugged her, and pressed his back against the cool white tiles. She kissed the cheek that she had just slapped.

She was kissing him.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her, and she didn't close her eyes, looking at him gently and quietly. At this moment, he felt that the years they had missed were nothing, at least in their eyes, they were the best in each other's lives.

He grabbed her waist and turned around, pressed her against the wall, held her face and kissed her softly.

Jian Han also touched his face. She felt the hotness of her fingertips, and the tears in his eyes flew rapidly through her fingertips.

"Honey, thank you."

Thank her for not abandoning him...

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Another half month has passed, and Jian Han can no longer go to the mental health clinic. The edema in her lower limbs is too severe. Coupled with her physical condition, she is waiting for delivery in the apartment. She is held up and down by a man. Occasionally she sits on the bed when she goes out. In a wheelchair.

She was very quiet, and had not said a word since that rainy night, but Zhou Dayuan was satisfied. Every day in the bedroom, he watched her half lying on the rattan chair, her whole body bathed in the warm sunshine, and she would droop. With her eyes open, she would touch her big belly back and forth with her two soft white hands, and there would be a faint and happy smile on her soft little face.

Sometimes he would go up to kiss her, but she would hide, burying her little black head in his arms, hiding with a blush on her face, and her long eyelashes like a cattail fan trembling so hard that she didn't dare to look at him.

He loved the way she looked.

When she was nine and a half months old, Zhou Dayuan carried her into a luxury business car, and the car began a long journey.

The back seat was very spacious, with a wide sofa. Jian Han curled up on the soft sofa and buried her little head in his lap. She was quiet at first and slept obediently. After she woke up, she looked through the car window. She glanced at it, and when the familiar road came into her sight, she was startled and full of fear.

Struggling to get up from his lap, she shook her head at him, no, no...

Zhou Dayuan took her into his arms and let her lie in his warm and strong arms. He kissed her softly on her cheeks and hair. He murmured, "My wife, be good, relax, don't be afraid...Uncle is dying." , we sent him on his last journey..."

Jian Han gave up struggling and slowly closed her eyes.

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In City X, when Zhou Dayuan pushed her through the door, the three large rooms were covered with white cloth.

When her uncle's children saw her sitting in the wheelchair, they stepped forward one after another and said in suppressed voices with tears in their eyes, "Ahan, are you here? Your uncle is dying. He still refuses to close his eyes and keeps calling you. name."

Jian Han's face was pale, and her little hands clenched the soft blanket on her legs.

At this moment, she felt a warmth on her shoulders. Zhou Dayuan from behind put his right hand up. He bent down and kissed her intimately, "Don't be afraid."

He pushed her into the room.

The uncle in the room was lying on the bed. The dying man's face was sallow, and his eyes were cloudy and blurry, but he still refused to close them.

The uncle's daughter stepped forward, covered the old man's ear and whispered, "Dad, Ahan is here."

After a pause, the uncle's unfocused eyes slowly turned sideways.

Jian Han was pushed to the bed, and she saw her uncle reaching out to her.

The tears came so unexpectedly that Jian Han didn't even realize that she was crying. She was trembling all over and wanted to stretch out her little hands, but her hands were frozen in the air, unable to move forward or retreat, afraid of being confused.

At this moment, a clean and warm big hand stretched out from behind, covering her little hand, and led her to hold her uncle's old hand.

Uncle's purple lips moved and he was talking.

Jian Han slowly bent down, leaned over, and put her ear to her uncle's mouth.

There were tears in the corners of my uncle's eyes, "Ahan, these days... I always see... your parents... they cry in front of me... saying that I... was wrong..."

Uncle closed his eyes.

The uncle's children burst into tears, and there was a funeral horn blowing outside the house. Jian Han felt her palms loosen, and her uncle's hand dropped.

She shook her shoulders, covered her face tightly with her two little hands, and burst into tears.

Zhou Dayuan pushed her out, and when the two were about to get in the car, "Ahan..." it was the aunt in white cloth who chased her out of the house.

The aunt came forward and gently hugged Jian Han, who was crying. The aunt said, "Good boy, your parents are the only daughter of yours, and they love you. We didn't understand at that time, in fact, as long as you are happy, it will be fine." "

Parents in the world want her to be happy.

The aunt let go of her and Jian Han was carried into the back seat. When the man didn't get in the car immediately, Jian Han glanced sideways and saw him standing beside the car, talking in a low voice to the aunt.

Jian Han couldn't hear what they said clearly, but she caught the last sentence. The aunt said, "Da Yuan, her uncle and I will leave A Han to you. She is a hard-working child. Treat her well."

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The car started moving again, and Jian Han continued to curl up on the sofa. The tears on her face were gently wiped away by the man's fingertips. He didn't speak, and just looked down at her.

Jian Han closed her eyes and moved her pink lips. Because she hadn't spoken for too long, she spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Have you ever been here?"

If he wasn't acquainted, how could his aunt call him "Da Yuan"?

Zhou Dayuan's eyes were as bright as the stars hanging on the sky, and she was finally willing to speak.

"Well, I will come often as soon as I am free. You are pregnant, so leave all the filial duties to me."

His answer was so simple, but Jian Han knew that it was not easy for him. Since she became ill, he had taken care of her every step of the way and was also busy with medical charity matters. Where did he find the time?

Besides, if my uncle and aunt used to... hate her so much, how could they give him a good look?

How much time and energy did he spend to gain their approval?

Jian Han didn't want to ask. All the hardships and pains she had suffered in her life were exchanged for the peace of living in his arms at the moment. She just wanted to seize every minute and every second of the present.

"Husband..." she called him.

She finally figured out that her parents died because of her happiness, so the best way for her to repay her parents was to be happy all the time and forever.

The man's big hand touching her hair froze obviously, and then he smiled slowly, "Well..." He responded, "Wife..."

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Back in T City, Jian Han had a stomachache and her amniotic water broke. Nine and a half months later, she was born prematurely.

Zhou Dayuan was sent to the hospital to give her a caesarean section, but Jian Han, whose face was twisted into a ball in pain, insisted on having a natural delivery. She wanted to give birth to the child by herself.

Unable to defeat her, he put on a white coat and entered the delivery room together.

For 8 hours, from night to dawn, Jian Han gave birth to a baby boy without any risk, weighing 5 pounds and 6 taels. Although he was small, his loud cry of "wow" resounded through the corridors on several floors when he was born. The little guy is in great shape.

When Zhou Dayuan took the baby from the nurse's hands, tears fell from his eyes again. He held his son and showed it to Jian Han, who was weak and weak. He kissed her forehead tenderly, "Wife, thank you for giving me The son born.”

Jian Han smiled and fell asleep.

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She slept for four days. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the hospital bed. She looked sideways and saw a small stroller next to her. The little guy was sleeping in the car. Next to her sat Zhou Dayuan. The man was obviously very sleepy. He is sleeping with his eyes closed.

Jian Han slowly sat up. She stretched out her little hand and touched her son's little face. Then she looked at the man. His head was pressed against the wall. Jian Han found that there was a white hair in his short hair.