love addiction

"What's wrong?" Long Yejue asked in a deep voice.

Tang Mianmian choked up and told him, "Grandpa...Grandpa is gone."

boom.

Long Yejue only felt that something exploded in his mind, and it was blown to pieces.

Everything in front of him began to distort.

He stood there in a daze, forgetting to react for a moment, forgetting whether he should leave or continue standing there.

It was Zhu Wenyi who cried and pulled him back, "Jeez, go, go and see your grandpa."

It was only then that the man who had been in a daze came to his senses, and rushed towards the ward with heavy steps.

There, a lot of people have already surrounded.

The old man who was still weak on the hospital bed was already covered with a white cloth.

In the originally silent ward, choking sounds could be heard from time to time.

Wang Minghui cried and fell into Long Yechen's arms. Long Fengcheng, who was standing aside, frowned, his face was solemn and sad.

Long Yejue walked over step by step, looked at the white sheet, and wanted to lift it up, but found that his bed was trembling and a little weak.

Tang Mianmian has been standing behind him. When she saw Long Yejue like this, she really wanted to help him.

But I knew in my heart that this was Hu helping him, not supporting him.

After much difficulty, Long Yejue slightly lifted the white sheet covering the old man's face. After seeing Long Zhenfei who was no longer breathing, he finally broke down and knelt down in front of the bed.

The man who never shed tears, this time she shed tears.

Tang Mianmian covered her choked mouth, and let the tears flow down wantonly. The tears blurred her vision. At that moment, the world was eclipsed.

****
The death of the old man of the Long family caused an uproar in the entire Jiangcheng City.

There were a lot of people who came to express their condolences, and we received them for three days.

During these three days, Long Yejue didn't say a word, he just knelt in front of the coffin and kept returning the salute.

Comforting, sympathetic, well-intentioned and malicious, all went through the motions one by one.

For the past three days, Tang Mianmian has been with him all the time. When he is tired, he takes a short rest and continues to be with him when he wakes up.

Persuading Long Yejue to eat and sleep, she was afraid that grandpa would have collapsed before he was buried.

All the funeral arrangements were half arranged by Long Yechen and half by Long Yejue.

On the day of the burial, a patter of spring rain fell.

The air was filled with bursts of humidity, making Jiangcheng, which had been warmed up, seem to have returned to the cold winter, extremely cold.

All those who attended the funeral were dressed in black.

Tang Mianmian was wearing a black skirt, standing behind Long Yejue, holding an umbrella for him.

But because of his tall stature, it took her a while to struggle.

Anyi, who came over in a hurry, took the umbrella in her hand and propped it up for the two of them.

Tang Mianmian glanced at Anyi gratefully before stepping forward to support Long Yejue.

Just being so close, Tang Mianmian felt something was wrong.

Long Yejue's body temperature was extremely hot.

She raised her eyes anxiously, and saw the man's dark red face, and his thin lips, which were always tightly pressed, were slightly purple.

"You have a fever?" Tang Mianmian exclaimed.

Long Yejue shook his head slightly and shook her hand in relief.

That hand was very hot, but his whole body shivered from the cold, "I'm fine."

"You have a fever, it's so hot, how can you be fine?" Tang Mianmian became anxious, trying to persuade him to see a doctor.

But the current situation obviously doesn't allow it.

She looked at him distressedly, "Long Yejue..."

He just called out a name, but couldn't say anything else.

Long Yejue just shook her hand, but said nothing.

According to the rules of the Long family, the urn of the person in charge of the previous generation should be put down by the successor of the next generation.

Long Yejue held his grandfather's urn with complicated emotions. The urn was very light, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it was so pressed on his hands that it could hardly hold it up.

Tang Mianmian looked nervously at Long Yechen, only to find that he was just looking at her indifferently, the light in his eyes made her feel extremely cold.

The night before the funeral, Tang Mianmian received a text message from him.

It was nothing more than asking her to leave Long Yejue immediately.

But how could she leave?

Especially at this time, when he was helpless, how could he leave?

Long Yechen's words were so heartless that Tang Mianmian was unfamiliar with him.

Once upon a time, the warm man who could help him has become like this?
After bargaining with Long Yechen, they reached a consensus.

She will leave, but after the funeral, even if it is not for Long Yejue, it is for the grandfather who once loved her.

The condolence person said something from his heart in front of the tombstone.

When it was Tang Mianmian's turn, she only said, "Grandpa, you haven't decided on the name of the child yet. You are gone. How should I choose? You know I have a selective phobia."

In a word, the way is full of bitterness.

Putting the little white flower on her chest in front of her grandfather's tombstone, Tang Mianmian bowed at ninety degrees and bowed three times, tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

The funeral lasted for a long time, and Tang Mianmian was always worried about Long Yejue, fearing that he would not be able to survive, so he asked Anyi to buy antipyretic medicine when he was free, and passed the medicine to him as soon as the funeral was over.

At this time, Long Yejue was already in a state of chaos.

Sitting in the car with his eyes closed, his cheeks were already pale.

"Take this medicine and let's go to the hospital."

Long Yejue nodded his head invisibly, as a response to her.

But his hand didn't move. Tang Mianmian knew that he was weak, so he reached out and fed the medicine into his mouth, and quickly handed over the water in the thermos.

Long Yejue opened his mouth with difficulty, drank a little water, then shook his head slightly, as if unable to hold on, he fell asleep.

Tang Mianmian yelled in panic, "Long Yejue, how are you doing?"

The man didn't answer.

Anyi looked back at Long Yejue, who was already asleep, "Young master, the temperature is too high. I'm exhausted. I have to send him to the hospital."

"Then why are you standing still? Hurry up!" Tang Mianmian shouted while holding Long Yejue's head, with tears streaming down his face.

This was the first time An Yi saw Tang Mianmian, who was as gentle as a lamb, feel so excited.

Like a mother beast protecting her cubs, her eyes are red.

He stepped on the accelerator and sent him directly to Shen's Hospital.

Tang Mianmian held Long Yejue in his arms, and kept mumbling, "Nothing, Long Yejue, nothing to you, nothing to do..."

Her tears fell on his face, causing her to reach out to wipe it away, but it caused more tears to fall, gradually moistening his cheeks...

****
In the ward, Tang Mianmian had been sitting in front of Long Yejue's bed, looking at the sleeping man.

The doctor concluded that the body was too weak, and the typhoid fever caused required hospitalization.

Tang Mianmian never thought that this tall man would fall ill.

The illness came like a mountain, and the whole world he had propped up for her collapsed overnight.

Perhaps it was because of his exhaustion that Long Yejue stayed in the ward for a day and a night before waking up.

The spring rain outside was still pattering, and the heating in the ward was moderate. Tang Mianmian was wearing a thick coat and fell asleep lying on his bed.

Around Shui Ling's eyes, some black dizziness was dissatisfied, which was caused by staying up late.

Long Yejue opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound, his throat was sore, and he felt a burning sensation.

The temperature started to rise again.

The nurse came round and handed him the thermometer as usual.

Long Yejue made a silent movement, signaling for the nurse to keep her voice down so as not to disturb Tang Mianmian's rest.

The nurse nodded knowingly, lightened her movements, and handed him the thermometer.

Long Yejue put the thermometer in his mouth cooperatively, but looked at Tang Mianmian with extremely gentle eyes.

The intoxicating gaze made the nurse envious.

Such a rich and gentle husband is almost impossible to find with a lantern.

I really envy this girl named Tang Mianmian, who has been lucky enough to meet such a man.

After looking at the thermometer, the nurse mouthed, "I have a high fever again. I need to take medicine and infusion. I'll call the doctor."

But Long Yejue shook his head, stretched out his hand slightly, and asked her to hand him the bi and notepad in her hand, and after taking it, write on it.

【Relax for an hour, let her sleep more, she hasn't had a good rest for a long time. 】

The nurse is a little concerned.

But Long Yejue insisted.

He was so affectionate, the nurse was moved, and finally nodded, "Then take the medicine first, and let the temperature drop."

Long Yejue nodded in approval, waited for the nurse to take the medicine for him and left, then got off the bed from the other side, walked to Tang Mianmian's back, and gently hugged her up.

Tang Mianmian, who was not used to it, frowned slightly, babbled a few times, and leaned against him.

Long Yejue put a text between her eyebrows.

Some hot lips fell on her forehead, and Tang Mianmian was so comfortable that she was instantly soothed, and fell asleep again in his arms.

Only then did Long Yejue carefully put her on the bed, and when he let go, she hugged him tightly.

Long Yejue wanted to get away, but when he saw that she was waking up, he kicked off his shoes and lay down.

The bed in the ward is not too wide, so that two people can get close to each other.

Long Yejue held her tightly in his arms, kissed her, and then closed his eyes.

Because of his fever, his body was very warm, causing Tang Mianmian to keep getting close to him, and kept getting into his arms.

The man didn't resist either, he embraced her contentedly, and hugged her quietly.

This may be the only moment when men feel at ease these days.

The relaxation after taking the medicine made him fall into a deep sleep.

The beautiful pictures in the ward made the nurse who had just left and was worried about returning could not bear to wake up.

Even when people pass by, ask them to keep their voices down.

This time, both of them fell into a deep sleep.

Tang Mianmian woke up from hunger.

Because of her pregnancy, after the reaction period, her appetite gradually increased.

I haven't been in the mood to eat these days, so I don't feel hungry.

But after relaxing, especially after sleeping, the feeling of empty stomach is very obvious.

She opened her somewhat heavy eyes, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar environment in front of her, not knowing where she was for a moment.