He looked at me, as if some words were stuck in his throat, but he didn't want to say them very much. What he wanted to say was forced out by me, of course I didn't force it on purpose.

I said, "Let's do it now," he reached out to take the orders, but he held them in his hand and didn't let go. I said, "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry, I will definitely treat the disease."

"What am I relieved?" Wang Zhaoyang frowned and began to glar at me, "Look at what you are now, where can you relieve me?"

After being taught a lesson, I felt a little confused. I persisted in taking the order and said, "Don't worry about this, my own..."

Before the word "thing" was finished, Wang Zhaoyang was already angry. I swear that this was the biggest anger I had ever seen. He completely snatched the order, threw it all away after brushing it, and the messy notes flew all over the sky, and then fell to the ground, frightening me.

He glared at me, his tone was excited, and he looked so angry, "That's how you were pregnant? That's how you told me that you were doing well? Ah?"

I lowered my eyes and couldn't speak. He continued to teach me a lesson. When he was angry, his skin would thrust, just like when he was my teacher before.

"Yan Xiaochang, what kind of confused life are you living? You don't know what you ate every day! What are you fighting with that teacher? What are you fighting with someone? Is it interesting to pretend to be pregnant?"

Oh, I was so angry that I was so angry that I was stunned and confused. I felt like I was wrong, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. I was fighting with Xiaoyin, and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

I don't want to drink that burnt or burnt myself.

And this pregnancy... I didn't mean to pretend. I wanted to explain it to myself. I said, "I really didn't mean it. I was more than ten days late, and I thought..."

"Do you think you won't go to the hospital if you don't come? Is it a trivial matter to be half a month late? You just don't know how to care about your body. You don't even know whether you are pregnant or not," then he shouted out his heart, "Do you know how uncomfortable I heard you say when I was pregnant!"

I suddenly slashed my eyes twice, lowered my head and started crying again, "I'm sorry..." The voice came from my throat. I didn't know what I was sorry, but I was just sorry.

This time, Wang Zhaoyang did not comfort me, just watched me cry, his anger had not yet been suppressed. I don’t know how uncomfortable he was, and I didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable.

I feel very uncomfortable, I think I love Wang Zhaoyang very much, but I can't give him anything. Just make him feel uncomfortable because of me. I love him? I am tormenting him.

I also know he is worried about me, but sorry, I can't repay his care now, and I can't tell him the reason for doing these things.

I knew clearly in my heart that he was him, and I was me. Despite all the deep feelings, we couldn't go back. I lowered my head and listened to his slightly heavy breathing because of his anger. After a few seconds of silence, I decided to squat down and pick up the things on the ground.

I squatted and picked it up, but Wang Zhaoyang didn't help me, and stood still. At least so far, I had nothing to do with it, so I couldn't die if I squatted.

He threw these things everywhere, and I squatted and moved my feet.

The sound falling from the head was trembling slightly, "Yan Xiaochang, you said you would live a good life. I let you choose and let you go by yourself. What are you doing now?"

I picked up the last list with tears in my eyes. He walked over and pulled me up with his arms, stared at me and said, "You are better off and show me!"

I don't know, I'm living a good life, but why I'm getting more and more confused as I go, I don't know. I was yelled by him, like a wronged child who made a mistake but didn't know where the mistake was, and his body was trembling a little.

He said, "If you can't do better, you might as well come back to me."

I bit my lower lip and tears rustled down. Wang Zhaoyang looked at me firmly, reached out and gently carried me into his arms, pressed his palm on my hair and stroked it. He rubbed my ears with his side face, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell at you."

I am a patient now, and he can't be so fierce to me. I'm very fragile, so I cry if he is fierce.

I continued to cry, and he continued to comfort me, "I just felt a little uncomfortable. I can't bear to let the woman I love most be hurt by others. Do you understand? I don't blame you for what you become, do you understand?"

I understand, but I can't bear it.

The voice was a little trembling, but he was very determined. He was persuading me, "Come back, I can't see you go on like this, Xiao Chang, come back, let me take care of you."

Today is not a good day. I was beaten and sick, and I was so excited that I always cried.

I was crying and was very moved, but I still felt that I could not go back to anything. I thought, I wanted to go back to him, but I had already walked too far, and I felt that I was not worthy of his affection at all, and I was still strong. I felt that if I left him and then turned myself into such a mess of dead appearance, and when I came back, I thought why?

Why do I cause these troubles to him? Why do I turn my head back and rely on him again and again to rely on him because of his concern?

"But I've already flying..." I said aggrievedly.

He didn't say anything, just hugged me.

I shook my head, "Don't force me, I'm already Feiyang, I'm someone else's wife..."

I finally understood the sentence Wang Zhaoyang once said to me, "You make me irresistible." Reason and morality tell us a lot of things, don't do this or that. In order to be a pretty good person, we set up many rules and regulations for ourselves, but there are always some things, like sharp blades, uncontrollable and extremely lethal, and can easily pierce these frames.

I feel like I'm almost pierced, but I don't want it. I don't want my life to change so many times. What I have always thought about is the most ordinary and ordinary little days, without any big winds and waves.

Wang Zhaoyang's eyes may have been sore, and he chuckled in concealment, saying, "I know."

"Then why do you still do this!" I couldn't help but yell, yelling in tears. Turning around, I looked at him and almost fell down the stairs.

Wang Zhaoyang grabbed one of my arms and stabilized me, showing a very vicissitudes of smile. He said, "You don't understand, I just want you to be good."

I shook my head, I really don't understand.

He said, "The premise is to have a good life," his eyes trembled, "I love you, and I want you to have a good life. Remember, if you are well, I hope you are better, and if you are not well, I will make you well."

I pursed my lips and tears fell down. I felt that Wang Zhaoyang was so great. The most tragic thing was that I couldn't find an outlet to cherish his greatness. I didn't have the confidence to cherish it well. I had already let him down once.

He hugged me and asked me to lie on his shoulder and cry silently, patted my back, "As long as you go see me, don't think about those things now, you don't have to think about anything."

After all, I saw this disease obediently, followed him to pay the fee and do the examination. He walked beside me, and at every corner, he reached out and dragged my back, always letting me walk at one end of the wall.

When he went to a urine test, he held the urine sample so naturally in his hand, did everything diligently, and then sent me to the ward.

The doctor started to hang water for me. I went from being a lively person to a patient, and soon found the patient's state. I was indeed weak today. I just cried, consumed my energy and was very tired.

Wang Zhaoyang advised me to sleep, but he said he would show me.

So I slept, and I felt very comfortable, and I really didn't think about anything when I was sleeping. But the hospital was still not quiet enough at this time, so I woke up after a while.

Opening his eyes slightly, Wang Zhaoyang called from the window, "I've considered what you said, we're going to go through the procedures when we have time."

Looking at his back, he was as tall as before, his hair, his ears, and his shoulders were all things I could not touch.

He is a person. Even if he loves me very much, he loves me without a doubt. There are reality he needs to face and the life he must manage. Are we struggling or are we struggling to learn to compromise.

Obviously, he has learned it.

Love is a matter in the heart, and life is closely related to **. Without **, everything is empty talk.

My heart slowly sinks, and reality is like a needle hanging on the back of my hand, gently binding me. I am a patient and I can't do anything.

I was caught in a mystery, a mystery called "Good Life", but I went the wrong way.

After calling, he returned to me. I closed my eyes gently. I didn’t have much to say to him. I was grateful for his kindness to me from the bottom of my heart. But I was grateful, sometimes it really means nothing.

He touched my face with his fingers, and even though he closed his eyes, I thought I could probably imagine the smile in his eyes. I don’t know what time it was, but this was very slow and it was said that this was good for the body.

After the injection, Wang Zhaoyang did not pull the needle for me by himself. He went to call the nurse and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any today?"

The nurse said there was nothing, and Wang Zhaoyang asked some more about treatment. The nurse said he took the report and read it. If there was no problem, it was just a routine treatment method. Just have a minor surgery and usually recovered in two weeks.

Actually, I was listening to all these, but I didn't open my eyes.

The nurse put away the things and left. Wang Zhaoyang pressed the back of my hand tightly to prevent bruises. I would not press it well every time I received the injection, and the back of my hand always had to be bruised for a long time.

Feeling the power coming from his fingertips, thinking about what Wang Zhaoyang said to the doctor when he was seeing a doctor, he said that I was his wife. If it was really, how good it would be. I was even pretending to be, living in his arms, how peaceful and happy I should be.
Chapter completed!