Chapter 973

She likes it very much.

Really, she thinks she likes it very much.

Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy. I like him as much as I'm crazy. I've been scolded by Ouyang Yan. Any woman with self-esteem will be ashamed, but there's no way. She likes him like she's crazy.

"Well, it'll be all right." The man grabbed the woman's trembling hand, wrapped it and stuck it on his face. He was not even sure of his own, but he steadily caught the woman's eyes and told her that it would be all right.

Ye Er nodded and looked at the man squatting in front of him. His body shook easily from front to back, like a very easy shake, but the voice from the bottom of his heart was a little bitter, "ah Zhao, do you like children?"

"Yes, and you?"

"I'm still a child myself, but I like children very much. My brother is so cute, isn't he? He was cute when he was young. When my mother gave birth to him, I was ten years old. He was a little older. I remember now. Really, a little older. My brother was the first person who could call, not father or mother, you know? The first person he will call is' sister '. " Ye'er smiled, looked back at the past and floated out.

Jiang Zhao held Ye Er's hand and forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. "Si Jie is very cute, and our children will be very cute in the future. Grandma said you had a girl, and I like it very much."

Ye Er nodded and tried hard, one or two times, faster and faster. If the tears in his eyes can't stop

"Yunye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he pulled his hand to his lips. He didn't know how inappropriate this was. He buried his head and whispered repeatedly.

Hearing this sorry again, Ye Er's heart trembled badly, and she shook her head.

I want to distract all my attention, but the face in front of me is my husband and my father.

That sentence hovers low in your ears. Who do you want to choose, who do you want to choose?

See those clear remorse in his eyes, who do you want to choose?

Who do you choose when you think of your father struggling on the line of death?

Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

In the past, he would discuss her father's case with her. Sometimes, even if she didn't mention it, he would say something to comfort her.

But this time, Chen Tong fell - MA. He hardly talked to her about the whole story. He has been calmly and calmly dealing with his affairs. He has always been without half scruples. Without the previous scruples, he is a chess player who takes life and death without mercy, as if her father had never been a chess piece in this game.

His means were ruthless and decisive, and his speed was amazing. He left almost no chance for Chen Tong to fight back. His moves were fatal. Everyone fell, but his father survived.

He has always been calm, soldiers will block, water and earth cover indifference.

It turned out that she was so sensitive that she could guess his mind with a word and a sigh

Ye Er lowered his head and wanted to sleep. As soon as he slept, his father woke up and everything went back to the beginning.

But the door of the emergency room opened.

Seeing the doctor's expression and the helplessness when his shoulder dropped, Jiang Zhao stood up. Ye Er didn't hear what the doctor said. He only saw the doctor's lips open and closed, and his eyebrows frowned, which seemed to be powerless comfort.

Ye Er stood up, turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor.

At this moment, her steps are fast. There is the sound of waves in her ears. In fact, she wants to go to Hawaii for her honeymoon. She just likes that name. She has been to many places before, but she has never been to other places with Jiang Zhao. He is very busy except G City

There was the sound of a shovel stirring in the pot, and the vegetables poured into the oil pot, "Chi!" What a loud noise, there was a high flame in front of her. She could calmly cover the pot cover, or wait for the flame to go out and continue to stir fry. The collision between stainless steel and iron was full of happy notes. Jiang Zhao liked her cooking very much and said she was a great cook. That kind of life was very beautiful

Wheezing is the product of a man before, during and after his affection. She is fascinated by it. She can also hear his unbearable dull hum, and then kiss. Those kisses are thin and broken, with a gentle sound, and then his faint whisper, cloud leaves, cloud leaves.

The arm was caught, then pulled, and then bumped into the arms, familiar and strange.

Tightly clutching the man's skirt, biting his teeth, squeezed out a voice from his lungs, "I'll go back to cook..." and then said, "I'll go back to cook for you..."

"Yun Ye..." the man just hugged the woman in his arms, like holding a murder weapon with big spikes riveted all over his body, tightly hugged her in his arms, and knocked her chin hard, "Yun Ye..."

The elevator "Ding" opened the door, and the weapons in my arms began to tremble and struggle fiercely, "I want to go back, I want to go back!"

"Yunye, listen to me. Wait a minute. I'll send someone to pick you up. I'll deal with it here..."

"Deal with what?" Ye Er raised her head and couldn't see the man above her. She only knew that water droplets fell on her face, drop by drop, and kept dropping on her face. Her jaw kept shaking. Her teeth always collided with each other, making a low "get it" sound. She looked at him in confusion, wrinkling an incredible fold in the center of her eyebrows, "what are you going to do? What are you dealing with here? I'm going home. What are you doing here? I've seen it for so long today. It's enough. Come back tomorrow, come back tomorrow! "

Looking at Ye Er's painful appearance of self deception, Jiang Zhao felt that his heart had become a piece of cloth. Ye Er's eyes were full of exploration, doubt and hatred, but they were all covered by deep pain.

The look in her eyes was like a hand stuck on the fabric gap in his atrium. With a little force, she could hear the "Chi pull" sound in his atrium. With a little force, there would be another sound in his atrium, and then, a long sound, "Chi ~"

The broken sound, once pulled to the end, the edge of the pain is the edge of the broken hair, and can no longer return to the original.

"Yunye, the rescue is invalid, invalid..." he pressed the woman's head in front of his collarbone. He didn't dare to look into her eyes any more. He was so cowardly that he hated her.

"You lied to me!" Push hard and rush into the elevator

I don't know how hardy people are, so that they can survive in the ice and snow year by year, and then grow up, grow up, grow old, and survive from generation to generation. Life is a force that can't be underestimated.

But Ye Er felt that his vitality was not so tenacious and numb. The sky should have snowflakes and ice dregs. At this time, the wind should be a knife with ice dregs. It hurt his face, his clothes were torn and his whole body hurt. After a long time of pain, he felt so bitter. Why should he live and live so painful? Why should he suffer such pain?