Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1197 Extra Story: Commemoration ⑤

"Because, I'm afraid of hurting you." The doctor has already ordered him not to have intercourse, and Mo Zhanhao has been patient. He can stand with her openly. This bit of torture is nothing, before Wanyu asks more , pecked lightly, and continued to say to her, "Why didn't you notify me in advance when you came over?"

"Today is your birthday, I wanted to give you a surprise." Who would have thought that the situation just now would happen, Song Wanyu came to the table and took out the lunch box inside, "I made you lunch, let's eat together .”

"You don't need to be so troublesome in the future, I can eat and drink here." Mo Zhanhao said, but with a smile on his lips, it is so beautiful to have a wife who loves him.

"Don't dislike me." Song Wanyu pretended to be angry, then opened the lunch box, which contained steaming food and rice, "It's rare to cook for you."

"I don't dislike it, I'm obviously distressed... I'd be happy even if my wife just gave me a piece of paper as a birthday present." Mo Zhanhao came over and helped arrange the food on the table, then helped Wanyu sit down, and helped her prepare the meal. Good food, the two of them ate together.

Neither of them said anything during the meal, but when they met their eyes, each other's eyes were filled with happiness.

After eating all the food, Mo Zhanhao simply cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and said to her, "Do you want to go back now?"

Song Wanyu shook her head, "I'll go back with you after get off work."

"Are you tired? I'll ask someone to prepare a room for you to rest?"

"Not tired."

Song Wanyu leaned against him and talked for a while, then Mo Zhanhao was called to a meeting, so she had to take a book and read it beside him.

Half an hour later, Mo Zhanhao still didn't come back, Song Wanyu followed his instructions, asked Annie who was sitting outside, and went to the bathroom by herself.

Song Wanyu looked at them and frowned slightly. When she was about to go out after going to the bathroom, she heard someone talking outside, and her hand by the door paused.

"What does President Mo's wife look like?"

"I heard that he looks like a sick child with a pale face. No wonder he never showed his face."

"Then lying on the bed shouldn't scare people to death?"

"Who says no, Bai Xiamo is always such a good man." The one who spoke seemed to be touching up his makeup, pursed his lips and continued, "If I can marry such a husband, I can wake up laughing from my dreams."

"It's not like we have no chance at all."

"How to say?"

"Maybe Mr. Mo is the one left." She sighed, "I've noticed that since the boss got married, there hasn't been a single day when you've been away from home. Even if you're a bit of a fool, you have no chance."

"It's not necessarily the case after a long time."

"Then I'll wait for the day when you stand up."

"Hehehe, just wait..."

"..."

After the two left, Song Wanyu came out of the cubicle. She turned on the faucet, only to feel that the water that flowed out was bitingly cold. It was much better during chemotherapy.

She silently washed her hands and looked around.

This place is a world she has never known. The people and ideas here are completely different from what she has encountered before, and all of this scares her.

Song Wanyu walked on the way back, her steps were a bit heavy.

She used to think that if she passed away, Mo Zhanhao could find someone better, but now when she thinks about it, she feels terribly jealous—because she is reluctant, reluctant to hand over Mo Zhanhao to others like this .

... No wonder everyone says that love is selfish, she can no longer be as great as before, she doesn't want Mo Zhanhao to have the opportunity to look at other women, at least when she is still alive, he is still her s husband.

Before going to bed, Mo Zhanhao said softly, "Thank you very much today, good night."

"Good night." After Song Wanyu finished speaking, seeing that he was going to sleep next to her, she exerted some force on her hands, not letting him leave.

Mo Zhanhao was hugged by her and almost fell on him, he quickly supported the bed with his hands, "What's wrong?"

"No." Song Wanyu grabbed his arm, "Honey, if one day I pass away, will you fall in love with someone else again?"

"No, we still have a lot of things to do, don't say stupid things." Because of cancer, Wan Yu sometimes thinks too much and worries about gains and losses. Mo Zhanhao can only comfort her over and over again, but I didn't feel bored at all.

"It doesn't matter if you like someone else, but remember that you are mine now."

"Huh?" Sensing that her tone was a bit strange, Mo Zhanhao turned on the light again, leaned over to look at her, "Did you hear something in the clubhouse today?"

"..." She only found out today that there were so many people outside staring at her husband, it's no wonder Song Wanyu didn't like it.

"No matter what you hear, don't pay attention to it, understand?" Mo Zhanhao saw that she was still, and coaxed in a low voice, "There are all kinds of people in the clubhouse, you can't expect everyone to be good, just listen to it I'll take you there tomorrow, and I'll fire whoever I point out, okay?"

He has dealings with all kinds of people, so he doesn't really want his wife to go there... Who dares to make irresponsible remarks in front of Wanyu!
"Actually, they are telling the truth." She was a sick child, Song Wanyu slid down, and thinking of the conversation she heard today, she couldn't help wondering whether Mo Zhanhao really didn't touch her because he was afraid of hurting her, or if she was fine Attraction….

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing her aggrieved look, Mo Zhanhao's tone became more anxious, he trapped the person between the bed and himself, and asked, "Who on earth bullied you? Tell me, okay?"

"It's just..." Song Wanyu grabbed the clothes in front of him, her face turned red, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "I can't be with you...will you go find another woman?"

In the past, I mistakenly thought that Mo Zhanhao was the kind of playboy who didn't even have a clear relationship with many women, but now it might come true.

(End of this chapter)