Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

Han Zhaolin jumped from the balcony on the fourth floor and landed on the roof of the third floor by chance. The injury was not serious, but it broke down the last defense line of Han's mother.

When Han Zhaolin was pushed out of the operating room, Han's mother was lying beside his bed, crying into tears.

"Son, mother doesn't care, mother doesn't care about anything. As long as you live well, mother doesn't care about anything. Is it OK to live?"

Han Zhaolin leaned lifeless on the hospital bed. His eyes were still. If it wasn't for the beating pulse, he would be almost the same as a dead man.

He fell into a world of his own making and refused to come out.

Han's father seems to be a teenager overnight. Bai Su sometimes sees him in a corner and his hair is all white. She suddenly feels that his life is too short.

No matter it is magnificent, or plain light, the most important thing is, don't let yourself regret.

Bai Su quit her job and worked with Han Zhaoxue to take care of the family. This time, they took care of Han Zhaolin more carefully, almost without leaving.

At the end of the year, Han Zhaoxue was very busy, but he still tried to find time to come to the hospital, day and night.

In less than a week, I was so dark that I could sleep standing.

This day, when Bai Su took over with him, he saw a big swelling on his forehead, and immediately felt distressed. He twisted his eyebrows and asked, "what's wrong with your head?"

Han Zhaoxue was a little confused. He reached out and touched it before he remembered. In a low voice, "I didn't pay attention to my sleep at night. I fell off my chair."

Such a big man, it hurt so much when he fell down. He was as good as nobody.

Bai Su didn't know what to say for a while, and then said, "I'll help you with some medicine."

Han Zhaoxue yawned and nodded.

He didn't dare to go too far. He even took the medicine at the door of the ward. Han Zhaoxue stood with his head slightly lowered. Bai Su raised his head and held a cotton swab to help him apply the medicine.

In this posture, he could touch Bai Su's lips by moving forward a little.

From so close, Han Zhaoxue's heart suddenly special peace.

When Bai Su released her hand, Han Zhaoxue grabbed her wrist and forced her to raise her eyes. "I have something to tell you."

His eyes burning, white Su some not comfortable, don't open eyes, low voice way, "what's the matter?"

Han Zhaoxue took a deep breath and said seriously, "let's remarry, Baisu."

"I don't want to wait any longer. There are so many uncertainties in the world that no one can guarantee what will happen in the next second. I don't want to make my life full of regrets. The only thing I can be sure of is that I love you now. I want to live with you and live every minute and every second of the moment. Maybe tomorrow I will come out suddenly Yes, but at least I don't regret it. "

Bai Su's eyes are red, "OK, why do you say that..."

"It's too good to be afraid of being bad," Han Zhaoxue picked up her face and looked at her eyes seriously. "I don't care what you have, whether you are inferiority or conceit. What I like and want is that white element that loves crying. It doesn't deserve it, it only has love or not. So, your answer is..."

Bai Su's eyes were moist, and after a while she choked out, "I never, never stopped loving you..."

Han Zhaoxue's heart surging, suddenly took Baisu into his arms, smelling the fragrance of her hair, hoarse way, "I don't want to be separated from you any more."

Bai Su burst into tears.

Life is always to experience the great joy and sorrow, in order to realize the true meaning, perhaps there are too many disappointments, but can live with you well, is the most fortunate thing in the world.

On New Year's Eve, Han Zhaolin was discharged from hospital.

It was windy and snowy that day, and the whole world was covered in snow.

In a hurry on the street, the wheels ran over the snow, leaving deep ruts.

Next to the rut, there are two lines of deep and shallow footprints. The footprints are very big. A man's foot, one deep and one shallow, is probably a lame man.

He guessed in his mind, and suddenly stopped, because he didn't know when he had another pair of feet in front of him. He had black rubber shoes, shoes that reached his knees, and his big black windbreaker, which was 1.9 meters tall, was quite elegant. The familiar smell of tobacco wafted from his side. Han Zhaolin's body was a little stiff, and his head was almost dull.

The man in front of him shaved a very rustic board inch head, and there was still a piece of gauze on his head, but it did not affect the magnificent appearance of the people.

Han Zhaolin looks at him stupidly, has lost all speech ability.

Ji Mo smiles at him, and the green beard on his chin is perceptual and mature. He says, "I'm back."

Han Zhaolin did not speak.

Ji Mo touched his head and said in a low voice, "my head is injured and I can hardly survive. I'll shave my hair after surgery. When the injury is good, I'll stay back."

Han Zhaolin finally moved his lips. His voice was hard and choked, "you're back."

Ji Mo held him in his arms. "Yes, I'm back.""No more?"

"No more."

"I'm not going."

"I know."

"I mean, never leave."

"Me too. I'll never leave."

You will always meet such a person, he is not there, even in the sea of people is also lonely, he is in, even if the desert can open miracle flowers.

And I finally got to the man.

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