Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 815 How do you plan to get through this hurdle?
While Yan Zhen was cleaning up Song Sihui's mother and daughter, Anya was cleaning up Ling Yanshan.

The door of the ward was not soundproof, Ling Yanshan and Yan Zhen were talking inside, but Anya who was sitting outside still heard some of it.

She doesn't plan to change this boyfriend, so she has to correct some small signs of Ling Yanshan's three views as soon as possible.

Not tidying up people—

Uh, no, it's running in.

If you don't get along well, countless problems will arise when you live together in the future.

After feeding the bananas cut into small pieces into Ling Yanshan's mouth with a fork, Anya asked seemingly casually:
"You don't like Jonathan?"

Ling Yanshan nodded without hesitation: "I don't like it."

"Why? You haven't seen him yet."

Is this still useful to see people?Ling Yanshan directly listed several items: "He is a foreigner, ten years younger than my mother.

I know that many foreigners look for girls from Huaguo just for fun, besides, Uncle Mei—”

"Uncle Mei is very infatuated with Aunt Yan, so Aunt Yan should respond to him, marry Uncle Mei, right?" Anya interrupted Ling Yanshan, tilting her head and squinting at him.

Ling Yanshan felt that there was something wrong with these words, but he still nodded involuntarily when he thought of Mei Wenzhao's lonely life all these years.

Anya sneered: "If Ling Yunfei is also celibate for me for a few years, is it considered infatuation? Then do I want to marry Ling Yunfei?"

Ling Yanshan's eyes instantly became terribly dark: "Xiaoya, do you like Ling Yunfei!"

Anya shook her head: "No, I don't love Ling Yunfei."

"then you--"

"Because he is infatuated, because of his infatuation, so he is very pitiful."

Ling Yanshan was almost pissed off by Anya: "He's infatuated and he's pitiful, what about me? What about my love for you? What do you think of me?"

"It turns out that your love for me should also be taken into consideration." Anya gave Ling Yanshan a meaningful look, "But Jonathan, you obviously haven't considered his feelings for Aunt Yan, what do you think of him? ?”

Do unto others, do not impose on others……

Ling Yanshan became silent all of a sudden.

It took a long time before he uttered a sentence with a complicated expression and some difficulty: "Xiaoya, I, I know, I will respect my mother's choice."

"Don't show face to Jonathan?"

"No." Ling Yanshan thought through this matter, and quickly made a decision, "Maybe I can't be close to him, but at least I will treat him like an ordinary friend."

"Just pass this hurdle." Anya looked straight into Ling Yanshan's eyes, "What about another hurdle in your mind?"

Ling Yanshan lowered his eyes almost instantly, avoiding Anya's gaze: "What, what is another hurdle..."

Anya's voice was not loud, but her tone was firm: "Ling Yanshan, you understand in your heart. Let me ask you, how do you plan to get through this hurdle?"

Ling Yanshan fell silent again.

He didn't know how to get through this hurdle in his heart...

Anya watched him silently, waiting quietly.

Sensing Anya's gaze, Ling Yanshan finally raised his eyes to meet her gaze: "Xiaoya, I, I only need to think of him being like that...

I, I feel very uncomfortable, like frying on fire, I don't know..."

Ling Yanshan, who was always decisive, became a little at a loss which was rare.

In the army, he is Ling Ying, a military cadre who leads the troops. He makes decisions and does things without delay.

However, if emotional matters can be dealt with in this way, it is not called emotional.

It is entangled and wrapped like a mess, no matter which way you go, you will be bound by your feet.

Otherwise, how could there be the saying of "cutting the mess with a quick knife"?
Ling Yanshan never wanted to cut off the relationship between him and Anya just because of this grain of sand in his heart.

But this grain of sand landed in my heart, just like a grain of sand in a shoe. That feeling made people feel uncomfortable all the time, and then felt very uncomfortable.

Maybe sometimes it doesn't know where it rolled, which makes people relax for a while, but when it moves, it will come out from some gap again, making people feel flustered...

"Love and marriage are like a pair of shoes. Only you know whether they fit or not." Anya whispered, "Ling Yanshan, if you think—"

As if feeling something, Ling Yanshan stretched out his hand and held Anya's hand tightly, with a panic that had never been seen in his eyes: "Xiaoya!"

Anya's other hand gently covered Ling Yanshan's hand, stroking it bit by bit.

Years of training had made the skin of this hand rough, and a thin layer of calluses had grown on the palm and the tiger's mouth. When touching it, it was a little prickly and scratchy.

Hands can prove how much a person has suffered.

However, in the relationship, how can this be?
Anya can't compromise because she understands that the other party has suffered a lot. This is not something that can be handled well by compromise.

Firmly and slowly pulling her hand out of Ling Yanshan's palm, Anya's voice was very calm:
"Ling Yanshan, then tell me when you have the answer in your heart. But this time, don't take too long, okay?"

Ling Yanshan didn't want to let go: "Xiaoya, don't go—"

Anya sighed lightly, then smiled quickly: "I didn't leave, I will stay here to take care of you until you are discharged from the hospital."

She knew that Ling Yanshan didn't mean that, but——

Whether she goes or not, it's up to Ling Yanshan himself.

The days to come are still so long, if Ling Yanshan can't get rid of that psychological shadow, he is destined to plant nails and make them suffer in the future.

Instead of getting scarred at that time, it is better to deal with it from the beginning.

The nail can be pulled out, and everyone is happy.

If you can't pull it out...

Anya doesn't want to think about it now.

Ling Yanshan dumbly let Anya separate his hands.

He knew that Anya did this rationally and calmly, and it was also the best preparation for their future life.

However, in his heart is his feminine feeling that he feels tight and stuffy, but he is clueless and has no way to vent!

Anya had already stood up, poured a basin of warm water and twisted a towel for Ling Yanshan: "Come on, wipe your face first, it's time for a massage."

Ling Yanshan quickly wiped his face, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "There is no need to massage, I can walk around by myself—"

People who have been bedridden for several days may look fine on the surface, but their legs are actually soft.As soon as Ling Yanshan stepped on the ground, his body fell to one side.

Anya quickly reached out to help him, but because she couldn't bear his weight, she staggered a step, and was crushed by him on the accompanying bed behind her.

Hearing that something was wrong inside, Hong Xing, who was guarding the door to leave space for the two people, hurriedly pushed the door in, saw the two people stacked on the small bed at a glance, and quickly closed the door with a "bang":
"I didn't see anything!"

(End of this chapter)