The three married husbands are super favorite

Chapter 799

The gloomy clouds are like covering the sky with a hat, the drizzle is dripping down, and the catkins are dancing, bringing the rain to the ground.
Since Yan Qing lived in this small courtyard, she has been looking at this kind of scenery for a long time. In the small courtyard, besides the willow trees that have just turned green, there is also a field of flowers, and dwarf jasmine is planted on the flower field, but it is not yet the season of blooming, and the branches There are only young leaves on it, but Yan Qing doesn't like Jasmine, and doesn't have the slightest expectation for it to open up in pieces.
Yan Qing didn't know where she was now. When she woke up by the lake that day, she didn't remember her name or where she lived. Fortunately, she met Ji Sijun, who had a pair of sea-like With deep eyes, he said he was her husband, and he told her that her name was Yan Qing.
Yan Qing has no doubt that Ji Sijun is her husband. Ji Sijun treats her very well and brings her many rare treasures and delicacies every day to make her happy. However, Ji Sijun seems to be very busy. He leaves early every day. She would only come back late at night, and there was almost no time to accompany her, so Yan Qing often felt very lonely.
Yan Qing once thought that the greatest happiness in a woman's life is to have a husband who loves her, and Ji Sijun is busy, Yan Qing also has to admit that he is a good husband, but for some reason, Yan Qing never feels happy in her heart , even in the face of Ji Sijun's love in every way, her heart is like a calm lake without any waves, and sometimes her heart is empty, as if something very important is missing.
"Ma'am, Mr. An Chen has come to treat you." The maid behind her never spoke except when necessary.
An Chen's arrival brought a smile to Yan Qing's face. She turned around and watched An Chen, who was dressed in flowing white clothes, came to her through the long fence.
"Brother An Chen." Yan Qing called An Chen softly with a smile, and her smile deepened when she saw the rainwater on the white clothes, "Brother An Chen, you are so kind, you also come to see me when it rains."
An Chen was the second person Yan Qing met after waking up. He was Ji Sijun's best friend and also a doctor. Since she woke up, he would come to the small courtyard to accompany her every now and then, although most of the time she would stay with him after he came. There are a lot of dark medicines to drink, but she is still happy.
An Chen put the dripping umbrella aside, looked up at Yan Qing's smiling face, and was stunned for a moment, as if her smile was more intoxicating than the spring breeze, her smile was very simple, she only smiled because she was happy in her heart.
"It's raining outside, why is Qing'er still standing in the pavilion in the wind and rain?" An Chen's tone was a bit reproachful, but his voice was very soft, and he was smiling when he spoke. To Yan Qing's ears, there was only care about.
"Brother An Chen, I'm bored. The yard is so big. I've been tired of looking at it for a long time. My husband is very busy and doesn't have time to take me shopping, and he doesn't allow me to go out by myself. It will be boring to stay in the room every day." Yan Qing took out her handkerchief to wipe off the rain on her face, pouted and complained.
"I am like a canary locked in a cage by my husband. I have no freedom. The scenery around me will always be that side of green willows."
An Chen looked at the unhappy Yan Qing with his head down, his brows were slightly wrinkled but he didn't answer, but the unbearable flash in his eyes.
It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Qing'er, sit down and I'll take your pulse and see if your health has improved in the past two days."
"En." Yan Qing nodded and sat on the wooden chair in the pavilion. Facing An Chen, she seemed to have endless words to say like an old woman.
"Brother An Chen, you don't have to worry. I know my body. I have never been sick after waking up for so long." Seeing An Chen's heavy face when he felt his pulse, Yan Qing felt sad, and couldn't help but caressed his other hand. His eyebrows wanted to stroke his worries away, while his eyelashes were shaking slightly between her fingers, tickling.
Feeling the softness between his brows, An Chen forgot to breathe, let Yanqing's fingers caress between his brows, and secretly prayed in his heart that time would stop at this moment.

(End of this chapter)