Yan Jun's hand paused slightly.

instinctively wanted to brush it away, but it could be seen that the bruised hands that were pricked by needles softened their hearts for a while.

Sighing lightly, he put his hand into the quilt for her, and Yan Jun raised his eyes to look at her.

"What is in the past, let it pass. I love my wife so much and we are happy now. ”

Before this, no one would have expected that this sentence would come out of Yan Jun's mouth......

Wen Qing was stunned, Yan Jun himself was stunned, and even Xia Jinqi outside the door was completely stunned.

I don't know why, the moment she heard his words 'I love my wife very much', hot tears instantly slipped from the corners of her eyes.

He never said love to her......

Even the moment he learned that she was pregnant, he was as happy as a child, and he didn't say that word to her.

She always thought that they were already very good now, a little like, a little happiness, and she didn't expect him to love him so strongly.

But......

But he just said it.

He said that he loved her, very much......

There is some weightlessness under his feet, and it is like falling into a soft marshmallow, and all around are soft, sweet, and exuding irresistible sweetness.

Xia Jinqi felt that he might not be able to bear it, so he cried bitterly here on the spot, so he could only bend down, put the bouquet on the ground at the door of the ward, and then turned around and ran away in embarrassment.

And although the warm expression still lying on the hospital bed was cold, the tears in the corners of his eyes also slipped quietly.

The surgical wound that had just been stitched up was no match for the pain in her heart at the moment.

The heart is like a knife, and that's it.

She didn't have time to say a word when there was a rustling sound outside the door.

Then, she saw Yan Jun get up and walk towards the door.

Yan Jun also heard the noise.

Thinking that the doctor had come to check on the ward, he got up to look, but who knew that the door was open, but there was no one to see, only a bouquet of beautiful flowers, lying alone on the ground.

Bending down to pick up the bouquet, Yan Jun's thin lips curled, and he had already guessed who sent it.

The warm eyes also looked at this time-

It was a very elegant bouquet of flowers wrapped in cotton paper.

Six vibrant sunflowers, green bellflowers, gardenia leaves, and white acacia plums.

The meaning of this bouquet of flowers - a better tomorrow.

Yan Jun brought the bouquet over and placed it at the head of the warm bed.

When the burst of floral fragrance wafted in, Wen Qing simply closed his eyes and stopped looking, looking indifferent.

She didn't have any friends in Raocheng, her family wouldn't have arrived so early, and Ben wouldn't have put down her flowers and leave when she came.

Looking at the indelible tenderness in Yan Jun's eyes, it is not difficult to guess that this flower was sent by Xia Jinqi.

Wen Qing still remembers the vicious words she said to Xia Jinqi when she was drinking coffee that day, who knew that when she was the most vulnerable, helpless and lonely, it was Xia Jinqi who came to deliver flowers for the first time......

Is the strange woman trying to teach her what it means to repay grievances with virtue?

I think so stubbornly in my heart, but my body is very honest.

Her chin trembled and the tears that crept into her pillow betrayed her feigned composure and unconcealed emotion.

When people are sick, it's always easier to be moved, isn't it......

Yan Jun looked at the bouquet of flowers lightly, and his eyes were as black as paint, full of tenderness and pampering.

This is his Yan Jun's woman.