Hanging up the phone, Song Mulang parked the car on the side of the road and lit a cigarette.

To be honest, before today, he never thought that falling in love would be such a troublesome thing.

In his opinion, he loves her and is willing to give her the best material conditions so that she can have no worries about food and clothing, which is a manifestation of love.

But Linda said that women care more about their hearts.

If so, then did she have a self in her heart? If she had, he would have done whatever it took to get people back, but what if not?

Just like back then, he met her in an accident and fell in love with her deeply. He didn't know how to pursue a girl, he was afraid of trouble, and he was even more afraid of being rejected by her, so he chose the easiest and fastest way.

At that time, the two of them were trapped in a building due to the earthquake, and because of their injuries, they were somewhat unclothed, and they spent ten hours together in a cold weather while waiting for rescue.

After coming out, he said that he would be responsible and wanted to marry her. She didn't agree.

He admitted that he had been a little cautious and investigated the situation in her home.

When her father was sick and the family was in dire need of money for surgery, he arranged the best hospital for her father and covered all the costs of the operation to thank her for her "saving his life" during the earthquake.

Then, naturally, she became her own wife.

He doesn't know what it means to be in love, he only knows that he wants her.

concealed his true identity, also because he accidentally learned that she didn't want to marry a rich man, and just wanted to find a stable life with similar conditions.

Even the three-bedroom apartment in the center of the city was bought and decorated a little bit according to her preferences.

For her, he can pay silently, and even let go of his previous identity, but let him open his mouth and say that he likes it directly......

Song Mulang restarted the car and stopped in front of a flower shop.

The night breeze blows.

The entrance of the flower shop is flickering with lights, and it looks a little warm.

He walked into the flower shop, his tall body a little crowded in the cramped shop.

The proprietress raised her head, glanced at him, and smiled: "What flowers does the young man want to buy, and to whom?"

Song Mulang hesitated for a while, embarrassed to say that he bought it for his wife. After looking around, he pointed out a flower with his finger and said lightly: "That's it, wrap me a bouquet." ”

The proprietress glanced at it and said, "No problem." What a filial young man. ”

She got up, went to the shelf, found a piece of light purple wrapping paper, and began to pack the flowers.

Filial?

The corners of Song Mulang's mouth twitched, he didn't explain, and he didn't investigate the meaning of the boss's words.

After paying the money and getting the flowers, he drove back to the hospital.

The hallway was brightly lit, and he had just reached the door of the ward when he suddenly heard a man's voice coming from inside.

"Xiao Chu, are you okay. I just saw someone bring you to the hospital, so I didn't come with you. Are you feeling better now? ”

In the ward, Li Jian sat on a chair beside Xiao Chu's bed.

"Much better. By the way, do you still have the bread you gave me today? ”

"How many more pieces, what's wrong?"

"Nothing...... Don't always eat bread, it's not good for your health. ”

Xiao Chu wanted to tell him about the expiration date, but when he thought that his colleague might have good intentions, he couldn't bear to say it directly, so he could only vaguely pass it over.

Li Jian was a rough nerve, and he didn't hear the hint in Xiao Chu's words at all, he nodded, "Well, it's okay." I'm in good health, you're tired from lying all night, I'll help you adjust your bed, and you can sit for a while. ”