C15 Wife Does Not Cry

It was early in the morning and the heavy rain covered the entire city. The bean-sized raindrops formed curtains as Chen Xi came out of her house in a hurry without any umbrella. She did not care too much and wished that she could have a pair of wings and arrive at the hospital immediately.

When they arrived at the hospital, he was lying in the sickroom. Gu Mingjun's parents had already rushed to the hospital to sign their names and arrange a place to stay. The small stream stood at the entrance, and everyone in the room looked at her.

He saw her: her hair was stuck to her neck in a mess, the dark green dress was so wet that she could wring out a lot of water. There were a lot of water stains on the place where she was standing.

The rivulet's eye sockets were slightly red. When she saw that Gu Mingjun was fine, she felt her heart warm up, and her tears almost fell.

The Gu couple tactfully backed out. Gu Mingjun leaned against the pillow, his deep gaze locked onto that face of the stream that looked like it was going to cry at any moment. A certain part of his heart was softening, softening to an unimaginable degree …

She sat on the edge of the bed, her voice choked with emotion from her earlier nervousness. "You …"

Suddenly, he held her hand, tightly, completely placing her small fist on his palm. "Brook, I'm fine."

Tears fell from his eyes. Creek sniffed and held his hand with his other hand, lowering his head. His thin shoulders trembled slightly. Heaven knows how scared she was on the way here …

She was afraid that she would never see him again, afraid that something bad would happen to him.

For the first time, Gu Mingjun felt that she was his wife. Her nervousness, panic, and fear were all due to him.

He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her wet hair. "Creek, I'm just having a superficial wound. I'll be fine after a short rest."

"Can you stop crying? Creek? "

"Wife, stop crying, it's so ugly."

It was the first time he had spoken to her in such a soft voice. How could she not cry? This was the first time he truly called her his wife, so how could she not cry?

Shen Xi held onto him tightly, thinking about how scared she was, she opened her mouth and bit his chest, causing Gu Ming to groan. Shen Xi raised her head and stared at him with eyes as red as a rabbit's, "I told you to still scare me like this next time."

His smile was faint, but it was very comfortable. He tightened his hold on her, "Those doctors lied to you. You can't be so unfair to me."

It was the first time since their marriage that he had been so gentle to her. Shen Xi was so foolish to hope that he could stop at this moment.

Gu Mingjun pulled apart the distance between them, seeing that she had already cleared her mind, "Go back and change your clothes."

Creek looked at his leg and the bruises on his face and asked back, "Are you really okay? Your legs are already strapped with steel plates, and you still say that you're fine? "

"It's nothing serious. There's only a slight fracture in my lower leg. I'll recover very soon."

He looked at her, and for a moment the woman before him was so familiar. Her nervousness made him feel his own importance.

He could only return first and buy some food for him. When he was sent to the hospital, he was still sleeping, but his brows were knitted tightly together as if there was something troubling him.

That handsome face was impeccable, and those black eyebrows were slanted down to his temples. He had a straight nose, and his eyes were as deep as the midnight sky, giving off a cold aura.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand to touch his forehead in an attempt to pacify his brows. However, he suddenly opened his soul-stirring black eyes.

Brook panicked and subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but her hand was firmly gripped by his hot palm.

The heat seemed to be able to pass through her skin and burn her blood. The stream tried to withdraw her hand, but Gu Mingjun strangely held it and placed it on his chest. He turned his head to look at the lunch on the table and frowned, "I don't want to eat these things."

His tone was like that of a complaining child.

Brook's face turned slightly red, "If you don't eat, how will your body recover?"

He looked at her for a long time without speaking, and finally gave in. "Creek, I want to eat what you cook."

Brook stared blankly, even suspecting that he had crashed into a car. Was there a problem with his head?

In this month, how much suffering had she suffered as a young lady who had never done household chores in order to be able to make a virtuous wife and cook delicious meals for him? However, he had never seen her suffering. Every time he saw the food that she presented, he would look at it with such disdain, as if it was a needle that had been secretly inserted into Shen Xi's heart.

The stream murmured, "You don't like to eat, do you? Besides, the food I cook is not tasty. " Saying that, she gave a bitter smile, "Quickly get up and eat. People are made of steel, so don't go against what you eat."

Taking advantage of the moment when he relaxed, the stream withdrew his hand, turned around and helped him put all the food he bought in front of him, smiling sweetly, "Go ahead and eat."

Gu Mingjun chewed on the dishes, his black eyes watching the gentle smile on the brook. Her smile always made people feel relaxed and comfortable, and the pressure and depression on the election seemed to have disappeared in an instant.