The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 671 Let Him Free
Hu Yun sent Luo Yuliang to the gate of the hospital, watched him drive away, and then turned and went upstairs.

Luo Yuliang looked at the background of Hu Yun's departure through the rearview mirror, raised the corners of his lips, and then drove away, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes.

sleepless night

Song Hui yelled to go to the hospital early in the morning, but he had no choice but to send He Yan and Li Cheng to the hospital before they went to work.

As soon as he entered the ward, he saw Zhu Xiqin who was pale and sleeping with her eyes closed.

When Xu Shi heard the door opening, her eyelashes trembled, and she was about to open her eyes.

"coming?"

It's hard for others to say anything about the matter between two people.

Although Sister-in-Law Zhang and Hu Yun felt sorry for Zhu Xiqin, they also felt that Song Hui didn't say anything about separation, which meant that he was also hesitating in his heart.

The two didn't have any opinion on Song Hui because of this matter, they just left room for Song Hui and Zhu Xiqin to have a good talk,

"woke up?"

Zhu Xiqin didn't expect that the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Song Hui. The light quickly flashed across her eyes, and her eyes regained their calm in a moment.

Perhaps she had been looking forward to it for too long, and she didn't even know why she was still looking forward to it at this time.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Song Hui was silent for a moment, with distressed and annoyed faces on his face.

Zhu Xiqin looked at him quietly, and when she saw the remorse and distress in his eyes, she was stunned for a moment, as if this expression should not have appeared on Song Hui's face.

She was silent for a moment, then opened her lips and did not speak.

But her expression was telling Song Hui, what happened to him, didn't he just keep silent?
"Can I drink water?"

Looking at the water on the cabinet, Song Hui spoke softly, with caution in his tone.

Zhu Xiqin rolled her eyes twice, staring at him for a long time with her dark eyes, then slowly shook her head.

Seeing this, Song Hui pursed his lips, trying to restrain the mania in his heart, and said softly: "Can I...can you see your throat?"

Zhu Xiqin hesitated for a moment, then opened her lips, revealing her mottled mouth.

There is no good place on her tongue, throat, or the whole mouth, all of which are scalded blisters.

Especially the inside of the mouth is still very difficult to heal. Seeing her wound, even with mental preparation, Song Hui's eyes are still red: "You...I..."

"You don't have to blame yourself."

She opened her lips and said a word silently.

I thought Song Hui wouldn't understand it, but he did, and he saw it very clearly.

Zhu Xiqin raised the corners of her lips: "I think, the melon we twisted is not sweet, I can... set you free."

She thought, and she let it go.

Even if you don't want to let it go, let it go.

"There is no freedom. We are not twisted melons. I am willing. Where are you going to let me go?"

Song Hui didn't expect that when he came early in the morning, he would hear such a sentence.

He didn't want to hear it, and couldn't.

He grabbed her hand in a panic, and said with a trembling voice: "I know I'm wrong, I should talk to you about what I'm thinking about, I..."

"In short, we cannot be separated."

Zhu Xiqin looked at his flustered appearance, with a little doubt in her eyes, as if she didn't understand that people who were gradually alienating her on weekdays would disagree at this time.

Didn't he, think about this day all the time?

"It's good for both of us to separate."

She frowned and spoke again.

Every time she opened her mouth, the bubble in her mouth seemed to be crushed, and her eyes were red from the pain.

(End of this chapter)