Madam leg hurts please hug

"That's none of my business."

The unfinished words suddenly choked in her throat, and An Xiaoyue suddenly grabbed the phone even tighter.

Sunflowers, camellias, roses.
Everything seems very familiar.

She suddenly thought of the various flower bouquets piled up in the office, she was wondering why Gong Huaiqian always liked to send her those strange flowers.

Until later, Gong Huaiqian said that he never sent her flowers.

And didn't those flowers just happen to be the ones she planted in the courtyard of Mo's house?
Suddenly something seemed to explode in her mind, making her already chaotic mind even more chaotic.

"Gong Yumo" she said in disbelief, "Those flowers from my company"

"Aren't they growing well?" Gong Yumo said with a smile, "Actually, it's better to see them blooming in the yard, but it's a pity that you're not here, so I can't see their best appearance. I can only pick and choose and compare." Some nice ones for you."

His words were very plain, as if he was saying hello to someone else.

But from what An Xiaoyue heard, she had mixed feelings in her heart.

Her heart was pounding, maybe it was because she had been covered in the blanket for too long, she couldn't even breathe smoothly, and her face became hot.

She reached out and lifted the blanket, exposing her head.

She remembered that when she went back to Mo's house, the flowers in the yard had died and turned into piles of withered grass.

why.
"It's winter, not their flowering season," she said.

"As long as you want them to bloom, you can do it anytime." Gong Yumo smiled lightly.

Maybe it was because he had stood for too long, or maybe the damn weather had affected his right leg again, and he felt a faint pain in his leg.

So he changed his posture to make his legs more comfortable, and exerted more force on his right hand supporting the cane.

An Xiaoyue suddenly felt a little sore on the tip of her nose, and she didn't know why, but she wanted to cry uncontrollably.

"Why did you do that?" She asked softly, holding back her emotions.

"Because I like you, An Xiaoyue."

Gong Yumo's voice was very soft and gentle.

An Xiaoyue was so gentle that she almost thought she was hallucinating.

Her fingers trembled slightly suddenly, and she asked uncertainly into the phone, "What did you just say?"

He said he liked her?

He actually said he liked her?
For so long, she even asked him to say the word "love".

He never volunteered to confess.

Later, An Xiaoyue didn't care about it anymore, she didn't care whether he loved him or not, as long as she loved him, she would be fine by his side.

Gong Yumo smiled lightly, with a shallow smile.

He looked at the closed door in front of him with tender eyes. Although he was holding a mobile phone in his hand, he looked at the door very seriously, as if he wanted to see the people inside through the door.

He said, "Do you still remember the time when you were locked in the elevator in the mall? Let me tell you, I liked someone since I was a child, and I have liked someone for 19 years."

He said, "That person is you, An Xiaoyue."

He said, "Tell me that in a relationship, it is a lot more tiring to fall in love with the other person first. In fact, I want to tell you that I like you earlier than you."

He said, "You know I'm not very good at words. I've never spoken badly about you, but I never thought of hurting you. We've missed a lot. I've already lost our child, and I don't want to lose you again."

He said, "I will wait for you, until you come back to me."

After he finished speaking, An Xiaoyue's tears fell silently at some point.

She bit her fingers tightly to prevent herself from crying, but she couldn't control her tears, and even the sofa was wet from crying.

It would be great if he could say these words earlier.

If only so much hadn't happened between them.

If only they could erase those unhappy things and go back to the past.

How much she had hoped that Gong Yumo would also fall in love with her, and love her like she loved him.

She had thought more than once that it would be great if their marriage was not just for the so-called repayment, but for the gratification of the two.

It's just why people are always like this, they have to go through so many hardships before they can know each other's feelings for each other.

Why do we have to hurt each other to know how precious each other is.

Her heart hurts.

"An Xiaoyue." Gong Yumo's soft voice came from the other end of the phone, "The rain has stopped, sleep well and have a good dream."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, rubbed his right leg, which was so sore that he couldn't move it, and prepared to leave with his cane.

Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in the leg, the palm of the hand was not held firmly, and it slipped from the hand unexpectedly and fell on the hard floor. In the silent night, there was a piercing crisp sound.

Gong Yumo's eyes paused, and he glanced nervously at the closed door behind him for the first time, then hurriedly leaned on the wall to pick up the cane on the ground and left in a hurry.

The noise outside the door brought An Xiaoyue back to her senses.

She was stunned for a moment, and her brain reacted instantly, she got up in a hurry and ran towards the door before she even had time to put on her slippers.

She opened the door with a "swish", only to see that the corridor was empty and there was nothing.

Her heart sank suddenly, and she suddenly thought of something, and hurried back to the balcony.

Open the curtains, you can see the street lights downstairs.

The rain did not know when it had stopped, and the thunder disappeared.

The outside of the window looks like it has been wet by rain, and there are still criss-cross water marks on the window, which is wet.

She looked down and saw the car parked on the side of the road.

It was too dark, she couldn't see clearly, only a black car could be vaguely seen.

Her heart suddenly became tense and pounded, as if it was about to come out of her throat.

Not long after, she saw a person walking out from the first floor of the apartment.

Wearing a black woolen coat and holding a cane in his hand, it was obvious that his right leg was a little weak when he was walking, and he seemed to be limping.

He walked towards the black car.

Then the driver got out of the car and opened the door for him. When he got into the car, she saw his profile clearly.

The well-defined and handsome side face was a face she was so familiar with.

Her eyes suddenly became hot, and tears flowed out again.

She saw that after he got into the car, before the driver had time to close the door, he raised his head and glanced in her direction.

An Xiaoyue suddenly and subconsciously closed the curtains to block his sight.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of a car starting the engine downstairs, and then the sound became farther and farther away, that she opened the curtains again, looked at the empty downstairs, and shed tears silently.

I don't know how long it took before she closed the curtains heavily, and then slowly squatted down against the wall.

In the empty room, her sobs were especially clear.

She hugged her knees like a helpless child, "Gong Yumo, can we go back?"