Wife Capture: Leng Mei Boss loves to the bone

In the dream, it was full of her figure, lingering.

Or angry, or cute, and even appeared in the dream, her graceful and charming face under him.

Immersed in my own thoughts all the time, I didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the ward.

Mr. Han's gaze has been fixed on the man who covered his eyebrows and eyes. Even though he covered his eyebrows and eyes, he can still see his handsomeness through his fair chin.

Feeling irritable, Han Shaoqi moved his hands away, only to find that there was a person sitting beside the bed, looking at him motionless, with deep thought in his eyes.

Han Shaoqi sat up slowly, and after a few days of rest, his body had recovered a lot, "Grandpa, why didn't you call me when you came?"

Mr. Han did not answer Han Shaoqi's question, but instead asked, "Just thinking about Yaoyao?"

Han Shaoqi became angry suddenly, silently, "Grandpa, don't mention her in front of me."

Seeing Han Shaoqi becoming angry from embarrassment, Mr. Han sighed slightly, Qi'er, you should still pretend to be gentle in your heart.

Otherwise, as soon as she heard her name, she would not be able to suppress her anger and lose her calmness honed in the past.

"Qi'er, Grandpa has something to tell you."

Han Shaoqi replied without thinking, "If it's related to her, then don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it."

"Qi'er." Old Master Han shouted, although his spirit was not as good as before, but the majesty was still there.

When Han Shaoqi heard this, he felt a little wronged, but he still sat up straight, "Grandpa, you must know that she doesn't like me at all, she has been lying to me."

"Qi'er, do you know who took care of you during the few months you were in a coma?"

"Who can it be, besides parents and grandpa, who can it be." Han Shaoqi said so, but he was puzzled in his heart, in a coma, he couldn't perceive the outside world at all during the previous period.

Later, gradually, that feeling became clearer.

Even in a coma, it seemed as if someone was whispering in his ears, and even something cold slid across his cheeks.

The strength of the massage for himself is neither light nor heavy, just right.

But Han Shaoqi denied that answer in his heart.

She approached herself with a different purpose, how could she take so much effort to take care of herself.

Seeing the uncertain expression on Han Shaoqi's face, but he didn't want to admit the fact, Mr. Han couldn't help but say, "Qi'er, running away won't solve the problem at all."

"During that time, the person who did his best and cared for you was the person you were thinking of right now."

Han Shaoqi raised his head suddenly, and looked at Mr. Han without admitting it, "Grandpa, I only think about my parents and you, Grandpa."

Dead ducks have a hard mouth, and they have been like this since childhood.

He refuses to admit the thoughts in his heart even if he dies, and insists on keeping it in his heart alone.

Mr. Han seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

Han Shaoqi felt a little sad because he hadn't seen him for just a few months. The grandpa who acted vigorously and vigorously in the past, now, with white hair all over his head and eyes full of kindness, was no longer as piercing as before.

In the end, it was all for himself that he became like this.

Han Shaoqi blamed himself a little. He used to be ignorant and didn't know how to share responsibility for them.

Fortunately, there was still time, and they were all still there. ..