She held the thin envelope and never opened it. When she recalled Wei Dong's words, he finally tied himself up. Everything else seemed to be misty in the face of death. She blamed him and lost his freedom and contact during the days of being detained.

She put the envelope in her hand in the cabinet, pulled the quilt down and crawled in, trying to have a good sleep, not thinking about the messy things.

Mu Lianghe came over to stand outside the ward for a while before pushing the door in. The curtains inside were not opened, and the lights were not turned on in the room, which blended with the night outside.

He knew who had been here today. Although she didn't ask a word about that person since she woke up, she would still think about it more or less.

"Qingning, get up, I know you're pretending to be asleep."

Mu Lianghe turned on the light, and the woman curled on the bed moved, stretched her head out of the quilt, and her hair was covered with mess, like a little madman. He took a comb from the cabinet and handed it to her. She pouted and refused to answer. Mu Lianghe sighed and had to comb her hair.

"Chief, I want to be discharged from the hospital."

She grabbed his sleeve pitifully, and her green onion fingers looked particularly white and tender against the color of his military uniform. Mu Liang and his backhand held it and gently pinched it in the palm of their hands. There was a little flesh on the back of her hand, which made it particularly comfortable to pinch.

"We're going to stay for a few days, and we're discharged from the hospital on weekends."

"I want to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." She began to act spoiled unyieldingly, like a naughty stretching her claws to scratch your kitten. Mu Liang and his heart softened, but his words were firm.

"no."

She curled her lips and said, "I am the Chief's wife."

"Apart from this matter, everything else depends on you."

"Then I want to drink spicy and sour kelp soup."

"……no"

In the end, Xie Qingning didn't make a fuss. She drank light pigeon soup and was still discharged from the hospital on the weekend. After dinner, she sat on the bed and scratched itch. She hadn't taken a shower for a long time, and her hair was in strands.

"Report to the head, the head's wife wants to take a shower and wash her hair."

Mu Lianghe put a quilt on the sofa. Hearing this, he called Liang Rouhua first. He didn't know what he had explained on the other end, so he went out to pick up the boiled hot water.

I twisted a hot towel and said, "I turned around, my mother said that it is best for women with miscarriage to take a shower first, so as not to leave any disease roots in the future. I'll wipe it for you."

Although Xie Qingning was not very happy, she turned her body around. Mu Lianghe lifted her clothes and wiped it carefully. The palm of her hand accidentally touched the delicate skin. She trembled and her body tensed, "Turn over and wipe it in front."

Her face turned red and she felt a little embarrassed: "I'd better do it myself, Chief."

"No, I'm afraid you will touch the wound and lie down."

The buttons on the chest of the sick clothes were unbuttoned, revealing the bandaged area inside. The thick gauze, Mu Lianghe was very light in movement. He wiped it slowly, and his fingertips deliberately scratched her round belly button. She took a breath with a smile, kicked her feet directly at him, blocked by him, pretending to be serious.

"Don't move around, be careful of the wound cracking."

"The doctor said that the wound has recovered almost the same, so don't lie to me."

"I've become much smarter, get up and wash my hair."

Mu Lianghe brought in a basin of hot water and did not add cold water. After it cooled a little, she asked her to stretch her head over.

"It's very itchy, I'm scratching my head."

Mu Liang and the foam in his hands were snatching her head, and she hummed with satisfaction, "Going up a little bit."

This was obviously intentional, and Mu Lianghe didn't expose it. It was rare for her to show off, "Where is itchy?"

"It's itchy below, and it's itchy here."

After washing my hair, the two of them struggled for nearly half an hour. After washing, they leaned against the hospital bed to read magazines. The latest model from this spring is the popular fluorescent color.

"Chief, what do you think I'm wearing this color?" Xie Qingning pointed at the model and wore a white dress. The hem was layered underneath, like a flower bud in bloom, and a suspender on top. It was a very simple design, just put on a vest, and it didn't look exposed at all.

Mu Lianghe glanced lightly: "Why is it like a zongzi? It's not as good as this one." He refers to a rose-red small suit jacket, which is also a simple and smooth design, which is indeed good.

"Well, it's not bad, so what's the best one?"

Mu Lianghe thought for a while: "Pants."

"Not good, just a skirt."

"No, wear pants."

Xie Qingning is so rebellious. If you are more tactful, she might still accept it. She raised her chin and said, "Why can't it be? I just like skirts."

"Stop reading, turn off the lights and go to bed." Mu Liang and the trainees came up again. They took the magazine and put it on the table, pulled the quilt and let her sleep. She refused, so he turned off the lights, which was called "brewing sleepiness." She turned over angrily. After a while, the room returned to quiet, and only the sound of each other's breathing.

Xie Qingning was discharged from the hospital on the weekend. The day before he was discharged, many relatives and friends came to visit him. When they were discharged, they gave the fruit to the nurse and went directly to the old leader's side.

Liang Rouhua got out of the car and turned to her and held her down. The aunt at home had already run out when she heard the sound of the engine and carried the things in the trunk of the car into it. She didn't bring much, just some simple changes of laundry, as well as books that Mu Liang bought for her to have fun.

"Be careful of the threshold. I asked someone to clean up the room on the second floor, which is Lianghe's previous room. I told my mother directly what I want to eat at noon. I heard Lianghe say you want to eat something heavy-tasting. I will endure it for a few days first and wait until the confinement period is over."

She nodded. Liang Rouhua was very thoughtful. The room was covered with carpets and only a few slits were exposed in the windows. It was also because she couldn't breathe air. She untied the scarf wrapped on her head and sat down in the room. The aunt brought in hot water, "Lying down quickly, you can't be tired."

Liang Rouhua was afraid that she would be bored, so she knitted wool in her room while talking to her.

"When you are out of confinement, we will go shopping together. This year's spring outfit has been launched. Not only are you young people like it, but also like it, an elderly old woman."

"Mom is not an old woman, she is obviously young." This is true. Her mother-in-law Liang Rouhua is indeed young and has taken good care of her. She doesn't even have the confidence to say that she can still maintain that way at that age.

"After all, I'm old, time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, Liang He has married a wife. I remember that he didn't like to talk when he was a child, and his father and I thought he was autistic."

"It turns out that he has been like that since he was a child, and now he is also not talking. He scolds people as soon as he speaks. His voice is very loud, which makes the windows and glasses tremble."

"The same is true for his father. He loved to train when he first got married. Later, when he had Liang He, he scolded Liang He. He was beaten a lot by his father when he was a child. He was still stubborn and never cried after the beating. I'll find a photo for you to see."

Liang Rouhua went to the room to pick up the photos. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were talking and laughing around the photos. Mu Liang looked quite different from what he looked like when he was a child. At least he was not as dark as he was now. What a white and tender little boy.

"It's probably Liang He who is back, I'll go down and take a look."

Liang Rouhua opened the door and she flipped through the photos alone. Most of them were photos of Liang Rouhua and Mu Lianghe. There were fewer photos of the old leader. One was a photo of Mu Lianghe who was wearing a red bellyband and was held in Liang Rouhua's arms when he was just born. The family stood under the crabapple tree.

"What are you looking at so engrossed with?"

Mu Lianghe took off his military cap and stood outside the door. After saying that, he pushed the door open and hung the hat on the hanger. Then he took off his military coat and sat down beside the bed. He reached out to take the album in her hand: "Have you seen it before? He still enjoyed it."

"Every time I see it, I feel different, and the taste I see is different!"

"What's your mood now?"

"Sweet, full of overflowing." Because I am happier now than before, I have completely integrated into this family. Mu Liang and Zai are not just her temporary support, but a good person who has spent the rest of her life with her.

"Is this a affirmation of the chief's wife?"

"Are you so happy?"

She wrapped her hands around his neck, pressed her upper body over, and was hugged by Mu Lianghe. Since the accident, they have not had any intimate contact. Now they have suddenly hugged her. Mu Lianghe's hands are naturally placed on her waist, pinching the fine flesh on her waist. She laughed itchy and tilted in his arms. Mu Lianghe had no idea at first, but she moved her arms in her arms, and also aroused desire. She kissed her cheeks down, stayed on her neck, exhaling a hot temperature and squirted on her skin. Her cheeks were red and bleeding, which looked particularly attractive. Mu Lianghe's breathing became heavier, and his big hands moved to her chest and buried them on her neck: "Qingning, I miss you very much."

His words were punctual, and he knew that he was patient. He had never said any touching love words since he woke up, but every move contained love and consideration. He was really a slutty man, but she liked them tightly, and turned her head and kissed him on the cheek, "Chief, I miss you very much, too."

They don’t need too many sweet words. One word I think you are enough, because each other’s hearts are the same, and a look and action are all imprinted in each other’s hearts. In this life, the greatest happiness is to meet such a reckless leader. If you don’t talk much, just be enough.

The whole book is over, and the extras will be released one after another. It’s really not easy. The young master’s trick is to die in this book. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
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