If the love is deep into the bones

Chapter 422
On the tenth day in the hospital, the doctor announced that I could be discharged from the hospital the next day. After I breathed a sigh of relief, I couldn't express my happiness.

I was still thinking that he could go home tomorrow, but I didn't expect that Gao Tianzhang didn't want to stay that night, so he just went back to sleep.

As for Du Pengfei, although the plaster hadn't been removed, he could be discharged from the hospital after a week's stay. Because Gao Tianqiu and the others were all in the hospital, they were not released.

That night, Liang Yi and Lao Xiong sent me and Gao Tianzhang back, while Lao Qi and Xiao Wu led Du Pengfei back.

Liang Yi and Lao Xiong went upstairs with us. When I was at the door, I took out the key to open the door. I don't know if I was excited, but my hands trembled and my breathing became slightly short of breath.

I pushed open the door, stepped into the house first, pulled out the key, took two steps back and turned to look at him.

After he walked into the house, he stopped in front of the shoe cabinet, his eyes slowly swept around the room, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "It's still comfortable at home."

"Sure." I replied with a smile, walked to the shoe cabinet and opened it, and put the slippers I took out on the floor.

He looked down at me, then turned to Liang Yi and Old Xiong and said, "Go back and rest."

Liang Yi frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, Gao Tianqiu raised his hand and waved at him lightly, "There are people guarding below, what are you afraid of?"

"Brother Tian, ​​I'll watch over tonight." Old Xiong said.

Gao Tianqiu laughed, "Who will drive me tomorrow if you are watching?"

"Uh……"

"Okay, let's all go back. Nothing will happen. They hope that this matter will end with Zhou Weijie. It is impossible to find trouble now."

After Liang Yi and Lao Xiong looked at each other, Liang Yi said, "Then I, Lao Xiong, will go back first."

"Well, let's go."

Liang Yi and Lao Xiong, who were standing at the door, walked out one after the other, closing the door behind them.

I frowned, looked at him, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

He turned around, looked at me, raised his hand with a smile and pinched my face lightly, bowed to change his shoes, and said, "There's nothing to worry about."

I pursed my lips without saying a word, bowed my waist and took out my slippers to change. After I straightened up, he took off his coat and walked towards the sofa after changing the shoes.

As always, when he walked to the corner sofa, he put the jacket he had taken off on the sofa quilt, then walked sideways over the coffee table to the couch and sat down, with one hand on his knees, bowed slightly, and looked around again.

I laughed, went to sit next to him, "Why does it look like Grandma Liu went to the city?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at me, "Look again, we will be moving next month."

"Move?" I opened my eyes slightly, a little dazed.

He nodded slightly, "It's not safe enough to live in an apartment, so I'm planning to change to a villa. I've seen it and I'm waiting for renovation."

I frowned, "I know you're doing it for my own good, so you don't want me to know too much, but... I'm worried, especially when it comes to safety, I'm afraid..."

As I was talking, my voice became hoarse, "I'm afraid that a big truck will rush out of nowhere... I can't prevent it..."

He put his arms around my shoulders, "Fool, how much risk do you have to take to do it once, and how long do you have to plan? Wait for such an opportunity, do you really think you can hit it?"

"But……"

"This time I was careless, and I will not let this happen again."

"..." Although I was still worried, what else could I do besides nodding?
So, after watching him pause for two seconds, I nodded slightly and lowered my eyes, leaning my head against his chest.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I want to take a bath..."

"Be patient for another two days."

"Smoking is another two days, and now I have to take a bath for another two days."

I raised my head, "If you have an infection, you have to go to the hospital again, and you don't want to go, do you?"

"Then you wipe it for me?" He looked down at me and said with a smile.

"Okay." I straightened up and stood up.

He grabbed my hand with some dumbfounding, "What are you doing?"

"Go get some water and wipe it off for you."

He laughed out loud, "I'm talking casually, if you go to fetch water for me and wipe it for me with your big belly, I will feel like I'm abusing you."

"...Abused? Do you want to be so exaggerated that I will wipe it for you in the hospital?"

"Brother can't move by himself then." He said, grabbed my hand with light force, and motioned for me to sit down, "I'll wipe it with water later."

I shook my head lightly, sat back on the sofa, and he hugged me again, "Turn around."

"Huh?" I turned my head in doubt, his face instantly dilated to my pupils, and then his lips were covered by the soft touch.

I was slightly suffocated, and he raised his head slightly, "Why are you nervous?"

"No, it's nothing..." My face was slightly hot, and under his dim gaze, my heartbeat started to speed up again, and my hands and feet started to feel sore again.

The kiss was soft and not intense, but I don't know why, but my reaction was a little loud, my breathing became a little urgent, and the sore feeling penetrated into the joints of my bones, and my whole body was soft in his arms, with no strength at all. It was all his breathing and his own heartbeat.

After a while, he let go of me and raised his head. I opened my slightly heavy eyelids, and it was his eyes that were reflected.

"How long has it been?" He was breathing heavily, but he was not in a hurry, at least not as anxious as I was.

My lips are obviously wet, but my mouth and throat are very dry, "Yes, it has been a month..."

He pursed his lips, let out a sigh of relief, and stared at me for two seconds before speaking, "You really remember clearly."

"Uh..." I heard the taste of ridicule, and the feeling of sore joints dissipated a lot in an instant. I glanced at him angrily, straightened up, and pulled his arm around me, "Yeah, I remember well Clear, but don't say one month, even two months brother, your current body can't support it, so just bear with it."

"I didn't say anything." He muttered, looking back at me, bowed his waist and reached out to pull the drawer of the coffee table.

"..."

I glanced at him a little, but just in time to see him take out the cigarette from the drawer, I opened my eyes slightly, reached out and snatched the cigarette from his hand.

He turned his head slowly and looked at me speechlessly.

"I'll draw again in two days."

"I said it for two days a few days ago..."

"You are still a patient."

"Discharged from the hospital."

"..." I looked at him without saying a word.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand speechlessly, and raised his index finger, "One, just take one."

"..."

"Can I smoke a cigarette to suppress my anger?"

"……Fine."

(End of this chapter)