Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Not every patient will show his sadness. Usually, you will never know what kind of state they are in late at night. In today's social life, many people have diseases in their hearts, but they don't know it or don't care at all. The fast-paced life and high-intensity pressure make people have no way to adapt. If a little backlog accumulates, the heart will be unable to bear it and get sick. Feng ChuChu didn't know, but when she realized that she was ill, she began to learn a lot.

For example, when she talked to Steven in Japan, the reason why she was able to answer questions like a stream and could not see any disease in answering questions was that Feng ChuChu also examined the qualification certificate of a psychologist. She was familiar with those routines. Originally thought that after studying psychology, she could help herself, but Feng ChuChu found that she could help others, but she could never cure herself.

She was like a doctor who had a terminal illness. She knew that any method had no effect on the dead heart and fundamentally gave up herself. "Grandma, I'll come to see you tomorrow. There should be something you like to eat. I'll buy it and eat it for you. If you are greedy, wake up quickly, okay?" Feng ChuChu got up, Take a deep breath, tidy up your clothes in front of the mirror and try not to see any problems.

Walking to the front of the hospital bed, she gently, considerate and carefully arranged the sheets and quilts, smoothed a broken hair for her grandmother, and turned away. The moment of closing the door, the wind felt that she had stepped out of the space that could be said, and now she was wearing a camouflage, and needed to look at the faces of others, and then adjust the state.

There is no choice to take a bus. In such a small third tier coastal city, it only takes about half an hour to walk home from the hospital. Watching the sunset gradually fall, the red on the ground and the horizon, the wind clearly raised his hand, took two photos, looked at them with his eyes, whispered and said to himself, "still can't take one in ten thousand beauty. No wonder Jingjing wants to go to those places to see them with his own eyes."

On the road, in the squares of some communities, children are playing football, their bodies are covered with mud, and there are traces of falling and sweat and dust mixed on their faces. They are dirty, but they always have a big smile at the corners of their mouth, "kick here, here!" they wave their hands and their eyes are bright, as if they don't have any worries and worries. "Go home to eat, play tomorrow!" the child's mother came out and called them back, almost pulling them apart.

"At the same time tomorrow, see you or leave! Right here, don't forget!" "OK, sure!" the two children were dragged far away, stretching their necks and shouting loudly to make an appointment to meet tomorrow. Wind ChuChu can't help raising the corners of his mouth, some happiness. Perhaps the child is the only one who can let her find the driving force of life. Looking at the children who are not infected by the secular world, there will be some softness in her clear heart, which makes her incomparably gentle, and even forget her troubles and dark sides.

Looking at the building in the community, Feng ChuChu sat on the swing downstairs and stayed for a while before he got up and went upstairs.

"Come back?" Lin Zixiang looked at the wind that opened the door and came in. His makeup was clean, and his clothes didn't have any wrinkles. He couldn't see any abnormalities. If he hadn't found the medicine bottles in the suitcase, he might not have noticed any abnormalities. Feng ChuChu, are you going to lie to us all the time? Lin Zixiang thought in his heart. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes. It may be because he looked at himself for too long, or it may be that the wind was sensitive and aware of something wrong. He touched his cheek and asked, "what's the matter with me? Is it strange?"

Lin Zixiang was stunned and narrowed his eyes.

"Is it dirty by the wind outside? You've been staring at me?" Feng ChuChu was a little flustered. She was afraid whether it was because the tears had not been cleaned up, but she had cleaned up when she left the hospital? "It's because you are so beautiful, so... I can only keep my eyes on you and want to get close to you!" Lin Zixiang jokingly ran directly to Feng ChuChu's face and stared at her with his eyes so close.

The wind is clear. There is some burden on such a distance. He stepped back and was embarrassed.

"Do you see? You are the most beautiful in my eyes." Lin Zixiang exaggerated and opened his eyes, so that the black pupils were completely exposed. This gesture like making a face also made Feng ChuChu laugh. "I'll take a bath first. It's dusty outside." Feng ChuChu said, and went to the side of the suitcase. Through the floor mirror in front of her, Lin Zixiang watched her rummage in it, secretly stuffed the medicine bottle into her cuffs, and looked back with some worry. He looked at his appearance with a sour heart.

Would you be too stupid to be so careful and windy!

"Well, Jingjing just called to ask you. When you finish cleaning up, go there. It seems that the food is ready." Lin Zixiang said, raising his arm as if he were rubbing his eyes. Feng ChuChu readily promised to come down, but also returned to his room, closed the door, opened the white bottle, looked at the pills inside without any change, and breathed a sigh of relief.

When she just came back, Lin Zixiang was in a good state. She thought she had found out about taking medicine.

Why do you feel so guilty like a thief! Feng ChuChu looked at himself in the mirror and said something funny. Then he sat in front of the dressing table, took out the pills in the medicine bottle and put them in the chewing gum box in his handbag. This is also a kind of camouflage. When eating, no one will find out, "if I go back to the previous era, I must be a good seedling of undercover." Feng ChuChu thought with some pride. He also bent his eyes. As long as he didn't cause trouble to others and wasn't found by others, it would be good.

"Feng ChuChu, what should I do with you?" Lin Zixiang outside the door sat on the sofa with some chagrin. If there was any way to go back to the past, he would return home a few years in advance. He would not let Feng ChuChu meet Si Yeqing and directly express his love and let her be spoiled, rather than such difficulties and all kinds of torture. It's strange that he came late. If time is missed, there is no way to change many things.