“Hmmmm…”
He kept saying "hmm" to get by. He had a fever and his cheeks were red, which looked even redder than blood.
A rough guy with a thick beard and a shy expression looks inexplicably cute!
"You are still, you are doing spring..."
"Dream!"
"No! I'm not that perverted."
"You have it."
Her relentless attitude made Jun Mohan laugh, "Stop talking."
"Tell me, who is the heroine of your dreams?"
Jun Mohan raised his head, met her ambiguous and expectant gaze and smiled, "It's not you anyway."
"You're lying. You even called my name in my dream."
"Uncle, are you flirting with me in my dream again?"
After saying that, he hugged her and said, "Yes, it's you. Aren't we Yang?"
"How about fighting fire with fire?"
Wen Xin smiled coquettishly, "Go away, you are burning hot, you must have a fever, I will go make you some medicine."
She pushed him away and was about to get up, but Jun Mohan quickly held her back, "No, I'll go by myself. You've slept well, be careful not to catch a cold again."
As he spoke, he struggled to get up, then made some medicine for Wen Xin, some ibuprofen for himself, and started cooking.
Hearing the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen, Wen Xin put on her clothes and went out.
She leaned against the kitchen door, looking at the man who was bending over and stir-frying, her heart feeling peaceful.
It seemed that after being with him, she had unknowingly forgotten even the most basic cooking skills.
He never let her do anything and treated her like a child, pampering, loving and caring for her.
He even solved a lot of problems for her behind her back. Although he didn't say these things, Wen Xin knew about them.
Apart from him, no one else would care about me this much.
All the way here, he has been silently protecting himself.
While she was in a daze, Jun Mohan had already packed the dishes and walked over to her, and said softly to her, "What are you looking at?"
"No," she smiled warmly, "Look at you cooking, so handsome."
"Are you talking about my handsome face or my handsome back?"
"Well, let me think about it," she pointed at his chin with her hand, her eyes narrowed, "If you consider shaving your beard, then I will definitely think you are handsome from the face. Now I can only think you are handsome from the back."
"Why do you care so much about looks, girl?"
"I still think I have a very handsome beard."
Wen Xin grinned, "Haha! Yes, my man is the most handsome. Be careful, I will shave off all your beard when I get the urge to do so."
"Eat, and when you're well again, I'll grant you one wish on our first anniversary."
desire?
Could it be a child?
Wen Xin blinked and followed him, "Do you know what my wish is?"
"Know."
Of course he knew her wish, which was to shave his beard. This was the hint she gave her when they first met, and he never forgot it.
There are still twenty-two days until the first anniversary, and Jun Mohan has already started preparations.
He wanted to give her an unforgettable holiday, but given the current epidemic situation, the party could not be held.
I can only celebrate by myself at home.
"Then tell me my wish."
"No need to talk, hurry up and eat, then lie down."
Neither of them had much appetite and didn't eat much.
He ate without even washing the dishes and went back to sleep.
Wen Xin started writing novels when she felt better. After reaching 20,000 yuan, she successfully signed a contract and the novel is now being serialized on the website.
The tentative title of the book is "A 100,000 Yuan Dowry, and I Got Married with a Strange CEO"
Although the uncle is not a president, articles about presidents are popular, so she changed Jun Mohan's character into a president's character.
It doesn't matter whether they make money or not, she just wants to record their love life.
Thinking of this, Wen Xin felt particularly motivated when writing the novel.
In the next few days, bad news came from home. Grandma Jun died of sunstroke, and other people also started to die one after another.
It can be said that all members of the Jun family were affected.
Zhou Zhou and Lin Haiyan could not escape the hospital. Fortunately, they were in the hospital and had doctors to take care of them.
This went on for a whole week before things got better, but both of them were coughing, and Wen Xin felt breathless after cleaning the house.
Jun Mohan went downstairs to take out the garbage and answered a phone call. He hurriedly got into the elevator, opened the door, and shouted anxiously into the house.
"Wife, hurry up, grandma is in trouble."
The mop in Wen Xin's hand fell straight to the ground. She looked at the man who ran in in panic with a bad face. The uneasiness she had felt in the past few days suddenly came back to her, and she was extremely scared.
After all, a lot of elderly people died.
This is also what she is most worried about at the moment.
She didn't care about the mop on the floor, and didn't even pick up her coat. She ran over and asked, "What's wrong with grandma?"
"We'll talk on the way."
Jun Mohan turned around and went to the bedroom to get her a coat, then took out a mask and pulled her away.
"You have to be mentally prepared. Grandma fainted after coughing violently at home. When she was found, her breathing was weak and she was unconscious..."
Having said this he could no longer speak and his tone was filled with sorrow.
Those once deep eyes turned dull and scarlet, like the end of the world, without a trace of life.
Wen Xin looked up at the back of his head without saying anything. Her hand, which was holding his arm, was so tense that she didn't know where to put it. Her throat suddenly choked and she couldn't breathe.
The tears that had been accumulating in my eyes for a long time fell without warning.
In the quiet elevator, one could almost hear the sound of her tears hitting the ground.
Until his deep voice sounded, "Don't be afraid, I'm still here."
Press her head to your chest and hold her.
She had already burst into tears.
The elevator door opened and Jun Mohan hugged her and ran towards the car.
Neither of them spoke along the way. Jun Mohan's phone rang while they were on the road, but he didn't dare to answer it.
Then a warm phone call came. Her long eyelashes moved slightly, and the indifference in her eyes trembled uneasily when she saw the two words "Jun Chang" on the phone screen, faster and faster, like a butterfly's wings.
Jun Mohan's father would never call her unless it was absolutely necessary, otherwise...
She looked at Jun Mohan nervously, "Uncle, I'm afraid..."
"I'll take it."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand. However, Wen Xin finally did not give him the phone because he was afraid that he would not be able to accept it and it would be unsafe to drive.
The phone rang again and again, Wen Xin answered the phone and said in a trembling voice: "Hello, uncle?"
"Where have you been?"
"Uncle, it's almost time. We'll be at the hospital in five or six minutes."
"Well, your grandma is dying! The doctor said we have to say our final goodbyes..."
The phone in Wen Xin's hand slipped and hit her foot hard. She could no longer feel the pain. Her eyes turned white and several voices kept repeating in her mind.
"Xin'er, live a good life with Mo Han."
"You promised grandma that you would give her a great-grandson."
"No matter what you give birth to, grandma will like it."
"Grandma's greatest wish is for you and Mo Han to be happy..."
Looking at the woman who had lost her soul and whose face was as white as snow, Jun Mohan shouted anxiously in the rearview mirror, "Wife, wife..."
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