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Chapter 68 Consolation
After the two left the antique market, they went straight to the vegetable market.
Jiang Mo also noticed the inconvenience of not having a means of transportation, so he turned to Wen Yu and said, "A Yu, I'm going to get a driving license first, and then buy a car, so I can take you to and from get off work in the future."
Wen Yu nodded: "Well, okay, you just decide."
He has no objection, as long as Jiang Mo wants to do, he will fully support him.
When Jiang Mo returned home, just in time for dinner, he put on his apron and started cooking, and the aroma filled the room after a while.
Wen Yu was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV when his stomach growled suddenly. He clutched his hungry stomach and muttered, "Why is Jiang Mo still not well? It's been half an hour."
After finishing the words, the doorbell rang, and he stood up to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a florist in overalls, and she handed him a bouquet of roses: "Sir, please sign for your flowers."
Jiang Mo heard the movement and came out, and looked at Wen Yu suspiciously: "A Yu, why are you buying flowers?"
Wen Yu didn't answer, but held the flower tightly after taking it.
Jiang Mo was even more surprised, and asked, "Who sent the flowers?"
Wen Yu threw the flowers on the coffee table, turned around and went to the room to make a phone call, Jiang Mo looked at the card on the rose, his eyes darkened.
After Wen Yu walked to the bedroom, he dialed Han Zichuan's phone number directly. After the call was connected, he asked without waiting for Han Zichuan to speak, "Han Zichuan, did you do it?"
The other end was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "Little taro..."
"Heh!" Wen Yu sneered: "It really is you! What are you doing like this, is it fun to play me?"
Han Zichuan on the phone said bitterly: "Little Yu, you misunderstood, I didn't want to hurt you, I just hope you understand my heart, I really like you."
Wen Yu's anger rose up, and his tone suddenly rose: "Han Zichuan, you are enough, I have no feelings for you, even if you really like me, I can't respond to you!"
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
Wen Yu squeezed the phone, his chest heaved violently, and lowered his voice to warn: "I tell you, if there is another time, I will fight with you to death!"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu squatted down against the wall, hugging his knees, trembling uncontrollably.
He recalled the bad memories of his previous life. When he was 19 years old, his attending physician suddenly confessed to him. At the beginning, he also sent flowers every day. After he clearly refused, he refused to give up and pestered him endlessly every day.Forced to move into a rented apartment near the hospital, he would receive flowers from him every day. He became more and more disgusted with the air around the hospital, and even hated the house and bird for throwing away these flowers. Unexpectedly, after a few days, in hisOn the day he went to the hospital for a follow-up visit, the doctor was in front of him.
Holding a bouquet of red roses, she jumped downstairs——
He will never forget the scene after the doctor's death. Blood flowed all over the ground. He was lying on the cold floor tiles, his eyes wide open, and he was dying. Bright red rose petals scattered on his limbs and forehead, like a Satan who fell from the sky.
Wen Yu covered her mouth and cried bitterly.
This incident became an indelible shadow in his heart. Since then, when he saw these bright and dazzling rose petals, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he even had a strong sense of vomiting. Even after going to the hospital for a physical examination, he found nothing wrong.
After he was reborn, although he would no longer have a physical reaction when he saw the red rose, he still hated the red rose. Han Zichuan's repeated harassment finally aroused the shadow in his heart.
He hated roses, and all colors of scarlet.
In this life, he will never have anything to do with Han Zichuan!
Mo heard the suppressed crying coming from the room, and rushed in immediately, and saw Wen Yu huddled in the corner, curled up and shivering, as if he had been greatly frightened.
Jiang Mo's heart ached, and he gently hugged his shoulder and coaxed softly: "Ayu, it's all right, it's all right now..."
Wen Yu buried her head in his arms, sobbing and said, "Jiang Mo, I'm so scared."
"Hey, it's okay." Jiang Mo comforted him by stroking his back.
Wen Yu's voice choked and said: "That doctor is terrible, I dare not go to the hospital anymore, I want to go home, woo..."
Jiang Mo kissed his temples and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you home."
Wen Yu sniffed and choked up, "I don't want to go to the hospital, I'd rather die than see that doctor..."
Jiang Mo sighed, and hugged him horizontally: "Okay, I will take you home, and I promise not to let that doctor approach you."
"Really, really?" Wen Yu looked up, looking at him with teary eyes.
"Really." Jiang Mo said seriously: "A taro, you trust me."
Wen Yu nodded, and rubbed against his neck, "Yeah."
Maybe crying took too much energy, and it didn't take long for Wen Yu to fall asleep.
Jiang Mo put him on the bed, took off his shoes for him, covered him with the quilt, and was about to turn around when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Jiang Mo turned to look at the person on the bed who was already asleep but still frowning, he leaned over and kissed his pale lips: "Hey, I won't go, you go to sleep."
Jiang Mo took off his clothes, got into the bed, lay on his side, stretched out his left arm around Wen Yu's waist, and covered Wen Yu's eyes with his right hand.
His fingertips were slightly hot, touching Wen Yu's skin, the warm temperature spread along his fingertips, and gradually penetrated deep into the skin.
Wen Yu seemed to have sensed something, the brows relaxed, her breathing became long and steady, apparently she was asleep.
Jiang Mo caressed his delicate cheeks affectionately, his eyes were lingering, "Although I don't know what happened to Ayu? He is obviously a young master in the city, and he ran to their backcountry for peace, but I will take youThe harm that has been suffered will be recovered with interest."
He stroked the top of Wen Yu's head, "I love you."
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