Chapter 240 Zhou Wenhe (End of Text)

Xiaojiu asked hurriedly: "Who?"

"Dai Guangzong!"

Wen Zhile took a deep breath: "After my past life memories awakened, I only saw him twice."

"One was when he left the Dai family, and the other was when he was shot."

Because he had such a low sense of existence, Wen Zhile never thought of him.

Xiaojiu raised his hand again and pointed in front of him.

After a while, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"He is the real murderer."

Dai Guangzong is already dead.

Crisis resolved.

Xiaojiu waved his hand, and the dizziness returned to Wen Zhile.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside the window.

Zhou Jihuai sat by the window holding her hand, looking haggard.

Wen Zhile moved her hands: "Husband."

Zhou Jihuai wiped his tears and hugged her: "Zhizhi."

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Jihuai let her go: "The doctor said you're fine, but you've been sleeping for a day and a night."

Wen Zhile was a little surprised.

On second thought, maybe it has something to do with her entering the space.

She sat up and kissed him.

"Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They have been watching over you all day, and they are resting outside to avoid disturbing you."

"I'll go call them."

After Zhou Jihuai finished speaking, he strode out. After a while, Shu Ying, Wen Shuren and others came in together.

The area around the bed was suddenly crowded.

Wen Zhile responded to their concerns one by one.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Jihuai brought a bowl of porridge: "Eat something first to fill your stomach."

"You haven't eaten anything for a day and a night, and the doctor gave you a glucose drip."

He fed Wen Zhile some water, and Wen Zhile asked him, "Husband, have you eaten?"

Zhou Jihuai: "I ate a little."

I only ate a few bites.

He was worried about Wen Zhile and stayed by her bedside. He had no appetite and no mood to eat.

Wen Zhile noticed and stopped after drinking half a bowl: "I can't drink any more, you drink it."

"Drink some more."

Wen Zhile shook her head.

She has a small appetite and is already eight-tenths full.

I drank too much when I just woke up and my stomach felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Jihuai didn't force her and drank the remaining half bowl of porridge.

Wen Zhile took a sip of water and thought of his baby.

"Hurry up and bring the baby here so I can see her."

The child was lying in a cradle next to the bed.

She had just fallen asleep, but Zhou Jihuai listened to his wife very much and picked her up and put her in her arms.

After this ordeal, the child woke up.

But she didn't cry or make a fuss, she just stared at Wen Zhile with her big, watery eyes.

Although it may not be clear now.

After playing with the baby for a while, Tang Heping brought a doctor in to examine her.

After a thorough examination, Wen Zhile was so sleepy that he could not open his eyes.

She persuaded her family to go home and sleep, and asked Zhou Jihuai with her eyelids pricked up: "Husband, have you thought of a name for the baby?"

Zhou Jihuai shook his head honestly.

"I was only concerned about you, not her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ward was filled with loud crying.

Wen Zhile was startled, and Zhou Jihuai hurriedly picked up the child and coaxed him.

Judging from the posture, it is obviously not the first time he has hugged me.

Wen Zhile curled her lips, waited for the baby to slowly fall asleep, and whispered, "I gave her a nickname."

"What?"

"Xiao Qi."

“Nice.”

Wen Zhile had reason to believe that even if she named the baby Little Rascal, Zhou Jihuai would say it sounded nice.

"What's your name?"

Zhou Jihuai put the baby back into the cradle and took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket.

"My parents have come up with a few names. Do you like any of them?"

Wen Zhile looked through the names lined up on the paper.

“Here, here.”

"Wen He, Zhou Wen He."

Crane is noble and elegant, untainted by dust.

The poem says, "The red top of the head should receive the sun, and the frosty feathers should not be stained by mud."

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After Wen Zhile told his family the name, they all agreed.

Zhou Jihuai registered his daughter's household registration that day.

After getting the new household registration book, he read it over and over again.

Wen Zhile couldn't help but smile as he watched him happy.

"Hubby, aren't you going to work?"

"No, I took my annual leave to take care of you during your confinement."

Wen Zhile kissed him: "I love you."

Zhou Jihuai hugged her and kissed her for a while longer until Xiaoqi started crying, then he stopped and tried to coax the baby skillfully.

Wen Zhile leaned on the bed and looked at them, suddenly thinking of his previous life.

In his previous life, Zhou Jihuai was sacrificed at the age of 24.

The first time I met him, I heard the news of his death.

At that time, she was grateful for the sacrifice made for the country as a pillar of the country, and never thought that she would fall in love with him, get married and have children.

In my previous life, I was murdered at the age of 23.

For more than 20 years before his murder, he devoted all his energy to studying.

In addition to family and friends, my daily life is filled with study and teaching, and I strive to work with my colleagues to train outstanding foreign language talents for the country.

Although life was different then and now, it was just as fulfilling.

Unfortunately...she still can't remember the day she was murdered.

But for her, isn't this a kind of luck?

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