Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Huo Beicheng's eyes sank.

The hand holding Jiang Muyu was getting tighter and tighter, as if to confirm whether all this was an illusion.

"Master Huo, this is... our second wedding, I hoped it would be perfect." Jiang Muyu looked up at him, her eyes were as gentle as water, and the smile on her lips was a little weak.

How much she wanted to complete such a wedding properly.

There was a slight smile on the corner of her lips, and she blinked her blurry eyes, trying to see the expression on his face clearly.

"Sorry……"

His heart twitched violently.

Before there was any reaction, the eyes of the girl in front of her were closed, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was still on.

"Little One!"

……

"Young Master Huo, when you grow up, do you like Western-style weddings? Or do you like our Chinese-style classical weddings?"

"What do you ask this for?"

"I'm just curious, I just want to ask secretly, what do you say!"

"Then what do you like?"

The little girl dragged her chin, lying on the sofa, her eyes were shining, and she looked longing.

"For my wedding, I need a very beautiful and dreamy white wedding dress, and a long veil, which can cover my whole body. Then, a pair of Cinderella-like crystal shoes, step by step. My prince!"

"Return the prince, you idiot, thank God if someone wants it!"

"Young Master Huo, you are too annoying!"

In the study room that afternoon, a teenager was doing his homework at the desk, and a little girl was lying on the sofa with her legs shaking.

Thinking of her dream wedding, she couldn't help but look at the boy at the desk.

Imagine what it would be like if he married himself?
"Put away your unrealistic daydreams." The young man who didn't raise his head said lightly, as if he had noticed something.

The girl smiled and said, "Why is it unrealistic? Young Master Huo, you are not a roundworm in my stomach, you still want to know all my thoughts?"

"Still guessing?" Contemptuous tone.

"..."

Such an afternoon time seems so comfortable and comfortable.

So beautiful and so far away!
……

"Little one..."

The low voice seemed to overlap with the boy's voice in the dream.

She only felt a pain in her heart when she heard it. Why is he in such a hurry?
Young Master Huo, is that you?
What happened?
"Xiaoyi, if you don't get up again, you will be angry every year."

Why does this sound so sad?
She listened to the voice in her eardrums in a daze, and wanted to open her eyes to look at him, but found that she couldn't open them no matter what.

What's wrong with her? ?

……

It was as quiet as if no one was there in the ward.

Huo Beicheng sat quietly on the edge of the bed, holding Jiang Muyu's hand, talking to her in a very low voice.

There was no brilliance in his eyes, and his eyes stayed on the woman on the bed all the time. Looking at her slightly pale face, he raised his hand and touched it lightly.

"Xiaoyi, every year they say that you haven't come home for such a long time, and they will ignore you next time they see you."

The gentle whisper was very clear in the quiet ward.

At the wedding that day, Jiang Muyu who suddenly fell asleep shocked everyone.

It had been a day and a night, and the people on the hospital bed didn't seem to wake up at all, and Huo Beicheng was always by his side, never leaving.