If I didn't love you

At ten o'clock in the night, Luo Yang picked up his cell phone, hesitated and made up his mind whether to call him or not?

Even making a phone call became so careful that Luoyang suddenly found that she had failed and smiled bitterly.

What happened to her? Why did she lose her husband?

She didn't mean it. She was so reluctant.

At 10:25, Luo Yang looked at "25" childishly. The homonym was "love me". With a silly smile, Luo Yang dialed Jiang Rufei's phone.

At the other end of the phone, Jiang Rufei's face was cold. The phone rang for a long time. He answered the phone. There was no warmth in the past, only a cold nasal sound, "HMM."

Luo Yang's heart trembled, forced a smile and asked him, "when will you come back?"

When was Luoyang so weak!

When was Luoyang so soft to people!

How pitiful it is to export.

Jiang Rufei looked cold, "work overtime, you sleep."

Luo Yang's heart thudded and plummeted.

I cooked for you. I learned to cook for the first time. Don't you come back for a bite?

I've been waiting for you for a long time. I want you to go home. Will you come back?

I miss you so much. Don't be angry, will you?

Husband, I'm wrong. I won't make you angry anymore.

Jiang Rufei, will you stop working overtime?

Or he said to him with a shameless smile, shall I go to the company to find you and bring you dinner? Can I accompany you?

Too many things poured out of his mind. In the end, Luoyang didn't say anything. He lost his voice and received the phone.

For the first time since his marriage, he didn't go home at night. Luo Yang's heart couldn't say how he felt.

Like a walking corpse without soul, Luoyang wandered into the bedroom, headache, weakness, and closed his eyes

Tears wet the pillow, Luoyang silently shed tears and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, Jiang Zhao smiled without beating. Jiang Rufei looked at her sadly, farther and farther away.

Woke up from the dream, Luoyang felt weak and hurt everywhere. He took the temperature and measured his temperature. Luoyang smiled, grabbed the phone and called Jiang Rufei.

Whether you sleep or not.

"I have a fever..."

There was no need to pretend to be weak. Luoyang only said four words, and Jiang Rufei frowned over there.

Jiang Rufei said nothing and hung up the phone. Luoyang lay back happily and continued to lift the body.

A fool will be sad alone. It's not easy because he misses him too much and falls ill. How can he not see it?

Let him have a sense of guilt, let him toss her, let him deliberately not come back, let him offend her.

Luo Yang was still thinking of taking a bath and changing into a sexy nightdress. When he came back, he was hot around him. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep.

Jiang Rufei came back in the moonlight and touched her forehead. It was hot.

Luo Yang frowned in her sleep. Her eyelids didn't open. The familiar smell poured into her nose. She stretched out her hand to cling to his neck and couldn't let go.

"I'm sick. You can't leave me alone."

Who knows where her strength came from, she got up from the bed, put her arm around Jiang Rufei's neck, hung it on his neck and knelt on his leg.

Jiang Rufei took a deep breath, sighed, held her, held her ass out, wrapped her in a coat, and drove her to the hospital.

The doctor on duty prescribed medicine for her and said it would be better to reduce her fever and sweat first.

After taking the medicine in the hospital, Jiang Rufei came home with Luoyang in his arms.

Afraid of Jiang Rufei leaving, Luo Yang always kept the posture of hanging his arms around Jiang Rufei's neck and his legs around his waist. Fortunately, there were few people at night, and few people saw her virtue.

Jiang Rufei turned his head and wanted to take care of her. When he came home, he put her on the bed and covered her tightly with a quilt to test her temperature.

When Jiang Rufei came back, Luoyang was down-to-earth. He really didn't have the strength to say another word and fell asleep under the quilt.

Jiang Rufei went to the kitchen to get water to drink. When he saw the messy battle in the kitchen, he turned on the light, looked at the restaurant, was silent, put down the water cup, picked up chopsticks, and slowly ate all the porridge and colorless and tasteless dishes that could still be imported.

After dinner, Jiang Rufei cleaned up. He was washing dishes in the kitchen in the middle of the night and cleaning the "battlefield" left by Luoyang.

My heart is actually warm.

It was a grinding spirit. He was so angry, but he heard her weak fatigue. He hurried back in the dark.

Tidy up the kitchen, go back to the bedroom, take a thermometer and measure her temperature. When it came down, touch her forehead and sweat. Jiang Rufei opened the quilt and lay down.

Luoyang habitually nestled in Jiang Rufei's arms and muttered, "husband, I love you."

Jiang Rufei ignored her and thought she was talking in her sleep.

Luo Yang moved down and rubbed into his arms, still lazily closing his eyes, "husband, you didn't say you love me."

The tone is cheeky and weak with the sequelae of fever.

Jiang Rufei kissed her on the forehead.

Luo Yang closed his eyes, hooked Jiang Rufei to leave and kissed Jiang Rufei's lips.

Jiang Rufei went to hook her hand and let her loose.

Luo Yang didn't follow him and chewed him hard.

Jiang Rufei had a black face and pinched her waist. Luoyang still couldn't afford to make it worse.

Jiang Rufei couldn't stand it. He pushed the man away, put her up in bed and let her stay away from himself. "It's burning. Let's talk about it."

I was crazy enough last night. I'm sick now. I don't know the truth.

Luoyang didn't open his eyes all the way and stretched out his hand to cheat Gou jiangrufei. "No, the doctor said, just sweat."

What she meant

Jiang Rufei put her in the quilt and tucked her in. "Sleep and talk about it tomorrow."

Luo Yang didn't care. He was obsessed with the past.

Jiang Rufei was helpless, worried and spanked her, "be quiet, I'm tired."

Luo Yang still closed his eyes and was dishonest.

As expected, Luo Yang curled up in Jiang Rufei's arms and opened his mouth pitifully, "I'm sick. You can't leave me alone..."

Sure enough, when I got up again the next day, everything at home became different.

Luo Yang jumped out of bed barefoot and went straight to the kitchen. Jiang Rufei was preparing breakfast.

Holding the hard-working man from the back ring, Luo Yang's cerebellar bag melon was close to his strong back.

Jiang Rufei wants to turn around and grab her hand.

Luo Yang shook his head and refused to let go.

"Let me see if you still have a fever." Jiang Rufei's helpless and gentle words came out. Luo Yang blurted out, "you're still burning. You can't go."

Jiang Rufei sighed silently, took away her hand, raised his hand and touched her forehead, "I won't go without a fever."

Luo Yang obediently cooperated and blinked red eyes.

Jiang Rufei found her barefoot and face. He immediately pulled her down and took someone back to the bedroom.

Jiang Rufei would rather have her fooling around than sulking herself, but he doesn't want these fooling to be based on her physical discomfort.