Jinyuan's hand: "again in the imagination, we will not separate, rest assured."

What he said was very firm, which made her laugh and laugh at what he said. They were so in love, and of course they would be together forever.

But what she didn't feel was that Jinyuan's face changed after he finished that sentence.

As if nothing had happened, he helped her blow dry her hair, then stood up and quietly said to her, "I still have something to do. You go to bed first, and I'll come back later to accompany you."

She is not happy to toot up a mouth: "so late still have what matter, did not do again good?"

Jinyuan patted her cheek: "darling, it will be better soon, wait for me for a while, eh?"

She nodded, "well, come back soon."

She is more and more dependent on him, and she is flustered when she doesn't see him for a long time every day.

He nodded with a smile and turned out of the room.

He walked out with a steady step. At the moment when he closed the door, the whole person leaned on the door quietly, sweating hard. After a while, the vest was wet with sweat.

His head was as painful as someone stirred it with a knife. The intense pain almost made him want to groan for a moment.

Finally, he held back, because he knew that, just across the door, the woman he loved was there, gently waiting for him to go home.

He can't let her worry. She's just getting better, and she has a son to take care of.

He tried to hold back the pain and remembered what Lin Zhicheng and the doctor had said to him before.

"You can't drag on any longer. You have to check as soon as possible..."

"Boss, you can't do this. I beg you to check it, ok..."

"Don't delay any longer. I think your situation is very bad..."

What did he say at that time? It seems that his wife and son still need his care and he can't go to check?

In fact, he knows that this is an excuse. The real reason is very simple. It's because he doesn't care at all. Although headache attacks are serious, the frequency is not high. It's more than half a year since the first time. The number of attacks can be counted with one hand.

So he didn't care. He just agreed and left it behind.

Then, to this day, he suddenly felt that the pain this time was more fierce and severe than any before. Finally, he felt in his heart that it was time to have an examination.

After getting the pain, he looked at his whole body and went to another room to change his sweaty clothes, then put on another similar one, and then went back.

Josemu was watching his son sleep, and was very happy to see him come back: "so soon, I thought you would take a long time."

He laughed and didn't speak. Qiao simu didn't notice his complicated look and pulled him over: "you see, how lovely our baby looks when he sleeps. Looking at him, I think it's worth the hard work I had when I gave birth to him."

Although I didn't feel it when I gave birth to him, I could feel the same pain as half of her life.

Now looking at her lovely son, white and tender, day by day, she felt that she was full of maternal love and wanted to give him the best things in the whole world.

All of a sudden, she glanced at him and found that he seemed absent-minded. She was displeased and looked at him with a fork: "Hey, I'm talking to you. Can you stop being in a daze?"

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