Bai Ling hugged Fang Ming's portrait tightly in her arms. In the past, my husband hugged him tightly like this. Her towering and elastic breasts made her husband excited and carried away.

In this set of living rooms, on the sofa, on the table, on the Taishi chair, in the corners, Fang Ming shares happiness with himself. Fang Ming's alluring body odor and vitality made him feel warm, mentally relied on, and physically relied on. Her husband can't do without her, and she can't do without her husband. Every day is a newlywed Yan'er, and every night is a cave room with candles.

Bai Ling remembers the decades of living together. Her husband Fang Ming has only been angry with himself once. That anger made me realize how deep her husband Fang Ming's love for her was. In front of the public, in broad daylight, he hugged his husband so tightly for the first time, crawled in his arms, and did not let go for a long time.

Bai Ling will never forget that since she got married, every time she goes out, whether she is riding or walking, Fang Ming always walks on her left. When he met someone driving in the opposite direction, Fang Ming would stretch out his hand and take Bai Ling towards him.

Once, they returned from a visit to a friend in the suburbs. Turn from the country road to the city road. Fang Ming, the husband who was walking in front, slowed down the car very slowly and left the right position to Bai Ling. Bai Ling, who was following behind, saw such a wide road, she didn't take Fang Ming's right, but kicked two steps sharply and came to Fang Ming's left.

Fang Ming was about to turn around to look for Bai Ling, but he didn't expect Bai Ling to suddenly appear on his left. Before Fang Ming's mouth could be opened, a large truck with a load of one hundred and ten tons came rapidly from behind. At that time, the speed was 100 kilometers. Fang Ming, who was quick and quick to react, immediately stopped his bicycle with his right hand and stood firm on the ground as soon as he used the brake with his right hand. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and took Bai Ling and the car into his arms. This series of actions, that is, a few tenths of a second.

Fang Ming roared angrily: "You don't want to die? If you don't leave on the right, what can you do if you run to the left? ”

The big loan car was hung with the sound of the wind, swept away Fang Ming's questioning, and disappeared in an instant. Almost all the pedestrians on the road cried out in surprise, and they all stopped to watch and witness this thrilling scene. Many people asked, "Young man, are you okay?" ”

Fang Ming nodded to the people who cared: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you for your concern." ”

At this time, an old man came up from behind, and he said to Bai Ling: "Girl, you have to thank this young man, if it weren't for him, you would have died." ”

The elder pointed to the rut marks on the ground and showed them to Bai Ling. The elder stretched out his thumb to Fang Ming and said, "Young man, good skills, good looks." Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the gods and Buddhas will bless you. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, this is what I should do." Fang Ming was very modest.

Bai Ling crawled in Fang Ming's arms, didn't speak for a long time, didn't move for a long time. Just now, it seemed that there was a big invisible hand pulling her from behind, trying to take her away. Thanks to her husband Fang Ming, she hugged herself tightly.

It is often said that in a woman's life, there are two important men. The first man is her father, and the second man is her husband. The first man gave her life, and the second man saw her as life and depended on her.

Bai Ling pressed her face tightly against Fang Ming's shoulder. It's like being so close to my father's arms when I was a child. She felt her chest rise and fall at a high rate, her heart beating so hard, and her legs were so weak that she seemed to lose consciousness.

Love, sometimes does not need to be confessed; Love starts little by little. This bit of love, summed up is true love, deep love, great love, great love, great love. Bai Ling knew how much Fang Ming loved her. She deserves to reciprocate this love perfectly.

Fang Ming, as a man and a husband, has cared for Bai Ling bit by bit, and Bai Ling, as a woman and as a wife, this is her greatest happiness and pride.

Now, all of this is yesterday, a dream of the past. She muttered to herself, and couldn't help but say, "Ming, you know what? I'm hugging you tightly. ”

Her husband Fang Ming was killed by cancer. He passed out at work and was rushed to the hospital by his co-workers. Despite their efforts, the doctors failed to defeat the Grim Reaper, who forced her husband Fang Ming to heaven.

Cancer is not a sudden, it has a long process of lesions. As a patient, he would not not be unaware that he was sick. A knowledgeable and intelligent person like her husband Fang Ming, I am afraid that he will not only know what kind of disease he is suffering from, but also what the result is. But he didn't reveal a word to himself. Bai Ling, as a wife, is not aware of such a seriously ill husband, why is this? What will others think? Bai Ling couldn't help but ask herself.

Bai Ling will never forget that seven or eight days ago, her water pipe suddenly leaked, and the light line was interrupted, and the phone could neither come in nor be called. Bai Ling fell into loneliness all of a sudden. It was as if she was living in another world, backward and isolated. With Fang Ming at home, nothing like this has ever happened. And Bai Ling's mother, the old lady who seemed to have a good face, scolded loudly: "This is Fang Ming, the eighth son of the king, who deliberately made a ghost and set us up......

"Mom, Fang Ming hasn't been home for almost a year. Wages are all mailed back. Isn't it bad for you to scold people like this? ”

Hearing the word conscience, the old lady immediately stopped talking.

Just when Bai Ling was confused about the abnormal situation at home, a murderous message suddenly came......