After a good sleep and a full meal, Xu Qingluo felt full of energy.

"What should I buy?"

"Go to the living room and I'll take it."

Zhou Yuheng went from the living room to take the things she bought that day into her room.

Xu Qingluo got out of bed, opened it and found the newspaper.

“What do you buy newspapers for?”

Zhou Yuheng asked out of curiosity, and Xu Qingluo told him about his plans and ideas.

"I want to see if I can write something about psychology and send it to the newspaper."

"Or help with translation and earn some royalties."

"With me, you don't have to worry about supporting your family."

Zhou Yuheng thought she was worried that the money he saved every month was not enough for her family to spend.

Zhou Yuheng earns 120 yuan a month.

In the past, these dozens of dollars could support a family of more than a dozen people.

Zhou Yuheng's salary was more than enough to support Xu Qingluo and the child.

"I'm not worried."

"I'm just too bored every day and want to find something to do."

"I can't do any heavy work, so I can only find some writing jobs."

Zhou Yuheng nodded. This family compound was indeed quite boring.

In the winter, there is nowhere to go, and my wife wants to find something to do to pass the time.

He is of course fully supportive and will not restrict her just because of the pregnancy.

"As long as you like it."

"I like it."

When Zhou Yuheng heard that she liked it, his brows softened.

Xu Qingluo looked up at him, then spoke in a low voice.

"I like you, too."

Zhou Yuheng stood there in a daze, his mind full of thoughts and his eyes filled with indescribable expectation and uncertainty.

During this period of time, Xu Qingluo also recognized his own inner self.

In the past, she was more or less tasked with having children and had no reason to give birth.

Only then did she choose to marry Zhou Yuheng.

But during this period of time, whenever she thought about running away with the child, she had to separate from Zhou Yuheng.

Every time I think about it, my heart is filled with endless bitterness and indescribable discomfort.

She is not a child, she knows her own emotions.

She also knew that Zhou Yuheng wanted to get a reassuring answer from her.

She would have hesitated before, but not now.

Xu Qingluo stepped forward and hugged Zhou Yuheng's waist, repeating what he had just said.

"I like you more than before."

Zhou Yuheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reached out to hug her.

The strength in his hands became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to merge her into one with himself.

"Yeah, I always have been."

Xu Qingluo's eyes turned red when she heard his words. This was the first time Zhou Yuheng revealed his feelings for her.

In the past, Zhou Yuheng would never say it, nor would he tell me so clearly about his feelings and secret love.

She actually knew nothing about it, and Zhou Yuheng was afraid of causing trouble for her.

I am also afraid of getting an answer that is not what I want.

He is patient and restrained, reserved and rational.

Over the years, he has been careful in what he said and did, and has always considered the interests of the Zhou family more important than his own.

But that night he was just Zhou Yuheng, and he was only expressing Zhou Yuheng's personal selfishness.

His personal selfishness was fulfilled and he was like a helpless child.

Happy and emotional.

After this night, there were no more obstacles or other factors in their hearts, and they leaned against each other tightly.

———

Xu Qingluo didn't think about running away, but she found that Zhou Yuheng was like an old father.

From time to time, he would come to bring me some food and drinks while I was at work.

The most common gift is fruit, which is a gift from the army to the soldiers.

But Zhou Yuheng just gave her all the food to eat.