Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Lu Xiaomei received the news of her grandfather's death the next afternoon. When she heard the news, she heard a roar in her ear. The mobile phone slipped from the palm of her hand and fell to the ground with a bang.

Fu zhengci was awakened by the sound. Seeing her pale face staring at the front, he was obviously hit hard. He carefully said, "little sister, what's the matter?"

Lu Xiaomei recovered. She got out of bed in a panic. Her injured leg rubbed against the bedside. She took a breath in pain, and then the pain spread to her limbs.

She suddenly squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

Fu zhengci was startled by her. You know, Lu Xiaomei is usually very strange. She rarely cries in disregard of her image. He was anxious to get out of bed, but the pain in her chest made him fall back into the hospital bed.

He looked at her anxiously, "little sister, don't cry. The sky is falling and I'm holding it. Don't be afraid."

"Woo woo..." Lu Xiaomei cried bitterly. At Lu's house, her favorite is Grandpa. Grandpa is open-minded. He thinks that girls can go out and make a world like boys. She won't ask her to walk like a lady and speak softly.

But such a lovely and respectable old man said no, there was no place to vent her grief. Only by crying loudly can she vent her sadness and sadness.

Fu zhengci was distressed to see her like this. He wanted to hug her, but he couldn't do it. For the first time, he hated his incompetence. "Little sister, don't cry, be good, come to me."

Lu Xiaomei squatted on the ground and cried so faintly that she couldn't listen to Fu zhengci at all.

Fu zhengci bit his teeth and got up from the bed with pain. He squatted beside her, stretched out his hand to hold her, and the fine kiss fell on her head. "Don't cry, you hurt my heart."

Lu Xiaomei turned around and buried her face in his shoulder socket. Her tears were like broken beads and soon wet his patient's clothes.

Fu zhengci held her in his weak body and made her cry.

I don't know how long it took. Lu Xiaomei finally stopped crying. Fu zhengci was relieved. At the same time, he fell to the ground and almost fainted in pain.

When Lu Xiaomei heard his dull hum and saw that his face was as white as paper, she remembered that he had just broken through the gate of hell. She hurriedly helped him to bed. Seeing that the sick clothes on his chest were soaked with blood again, she bit her lips with chagrin.

"It's over. It's over. Let the nurse see it. I'm afraid I'll be blamed again."

Fu zhengci raised his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were red and swollen. After they were washed by tears, they were clean and bright. His heart missed a beat and his eyes stared at her almost obsessively. "Why did you cry so sad just now?"

Recently, she shed tears frequently. The last time I saw her cry, she knew that her child had an accidental abortion. He never knew that when she looked at the sun, the explosive power of crying was so amazing.

Lu Xiaomei rang the nurse's bell. She remembered the phone she had just answered. She whispered, "my grandfather died yesterday afternoon."

"What?"

Fu zhengci was shocked. No wonder she cried so heartbroken that her closest relatives died. Such grief is heavy.

"I'm going back to Lu's house. I'm going to take grandpa on the last trip." Lu Xiaomei said sadly. When she spoke, she almost cried again.

Fu zhengci struggled to sit up, "I'll go with you."

Lu Xiaomei hurriedly pressed him back. She frowned and said, "Fu zhengci, don't take yourself seriously. You've just broken through the gate of hell. I don't want to attend your grandfather's funeral again."

He recommended a new book "getting married in World War I: young army, don't be rude". He was so angry that he threw her into bed and showed her that ambiguous play.

"Wife, I like watching you on TV while sleeping with you."