husband and wife marriage

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, very light, very light, cautious, as if afraid of disturbing someone who was asleep, the footsteps became farther and farther away...

Chu Mu knew that Xiao Wumeng was gone, that beautiful and fragrant woman was gone, and left this place to him.

She said Song Yujing loved him, but...

Kumu turned around and walked towards the bed. The man on the bed was still pale. He reached out and stroked his forehead. It was still a little hot, but it was not too serious. It must be much better than at the beginning... ... Otherwise, with the current level of fever, he wouldn't be so weak...

It can be seen that he must have been taken care of by that picturesque woman!

She took good care of Song Yujing until he was about to recover, but then handed him over to him...

why?

Because she thinks Song Yujing loves him?

Do not……

No!

Certainly not!

It's because that woman loves Song Yujing so much. No matter what, she puts Song Yujing first...

How could there be such a woman in the world?

Chu Mu looked at Song Yujing, who was pale, and couldn't help saying softly: "Song Yujing, you are so happy."

There is actually someone in this world who can love you so much...

In fact, Song Yujing is not the only one who is happy...

He is also very happy!

There is Nangong Moyu in his life. Although they can't be together, he knows that he loves him. In order to make him happy, he would rather hate him for the rest of his life...

Nangong...

He whispered the name softly.

Nangong, I will definitely make myself happy, otherwise, wouldn't I have failed you?

I will not disappoint you!

Never!

Since our love is doomed to fail, then I will forget about this relationship!

Bury it in the cleanest place of your mind and start living...

Nangong, I will try my best to make myself happy, you must also make yourself happy, and make Zhen Yibai happy too... She is such a beautiful woman...

Kumu raised his head and looked at the rainwater that was sliding down little by little outside the glass on the window. Not far ahead was the sea. The mist in the mist and rain weakened the blue of the seawater, but he could still faintly hear the sound of the waves...

"楮木...楮木..."

Suddenly, Chu Mu heard someone calling his name vaguely, one after another, the voice was very soft, very soft, as if he was talking in his sleep.

Chu Mu lowered his head following the voice, and found that the voice was actually from Song Yujing.

"Jing Song Yu..."

Chu Mu frowned, and called him softly, and found that he was still asleep, not awake, looking at his hand on his forehead, Chu Mu realized that he had lost his composure just now, so he stretched out his hand, who Unexpectedly, his hand was grabbed by him.

"Jing Song Yu..."

Chu Mu softly read his name, trying to reach out his hand, but Song Yujing held his hand tightly, and he found it difficult to move even half a minute...

"Chumu..."

He's still saying his name.

Chu Mu frowned, his hands were very hot, passing through his palms to him little by little.

His fiery calls again and again made Chu Mu's brows twitch, and the voice was like a fire, floating into his mind and burning into his heart.

The note he left him that day suddenly appeared in Chu Mu's mind: Wait for me at Bald Aaron's barbecue stand.

That day, he didn't go...

That day, the rain was so heavy, wouldn't he really be there waiting for him?

He... isn't that stupid?

Chu Mu frowned, and looked down at the weak man with a pale face. He is such a smart and rational person, he shouldn't do such a stupid thing...

Although he is also a smart person, and he often does stupid things recently, they are still different... At least, he is a little smarter than him?At least be sensible...

Chu Mu said this to himself, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Yujing squeezed his hand even tighter.

"Mother……"

His voice was soft, and Chu Mu was even more puzzled!

Why did this guy call mom all of a sudden?

He is not his mother!

"Mom...Mom...don't miss him..."

"Mom... Mom... I'm sorry I didn't bring him back..."

Song Yujing seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, and he read it again and again, which made Chu Mu look puzzled.what's the situation?Does he miss his mother?

If you miss your mother, go to City B to find his mother!Why are you hiding here alone?

"Mom—don't go—"

Accompanied by a slightly loud sound, someone who had squinted his eyes suddenly opened them, with surprise and fear in those eyes...

Chu Mu couldn't help being stunned for a moment—is this man Song Yujing?

Would that man who was always confident and evil have such eyes?

Song Yujing seemed to have noticed Chu Mu's eyes, and the eyes changed in an instant, full of surprise.

"You...why are you here?" He asked with a slight frown between his pretty brows.

Chu Mu didn't say anything, he thought that Song Yujing probably didn't want him to see him like this, just like he didn't want him to see himself weak, so he just said lightly: "Did you have a nightmare? "

When he was talking, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Yujing held it even tighter.

"do not go."

Song Yujing held him tightly, speaking in a hurry, as if he would disappear if it was too late.

"Jing Song Yu?"

Chu Mu frowned involuntarily, looking at him suspiciously.

"Chumu, give me a hug."

He looked at him, his voice was soft, so soft, as soft as a feather, caressing his heart softly, the rain fell along the glass on the window next to him, making a pattering sound, covering his voice , a little unclear.

Chu Mu looked at Song Yujing quietly, watched him sit up from the bed, his hand gently clasped his hand, it was so warm, it made his hand burn too...

Chu Mu looked at Song Yujing quietly, for some reason, her eyes were wet, and tears flowed out like this!

He didn't know why he was crying... Maybe he didn't want to cry either, but the tears just flowed out...

Looking at the pale-faced man in front of him, he couldn't stop the tears. They poured out from those black and white eyes, and trickled down his cheeks bit by bit, and flowed across that beautiful and crystal-clear face.

"Chumu, why are you crying?"

Song Yujing looked at Chu Mu, frowning slightly, stretched out his hand involuntarily, caressing his soft little face, his tears slipped onto the back of his hand, and flowed down the back of his hand bit by bit...

"I didn't cry."

Kumu shook his head, he felt that he didn't cry, he just shed tears...he just wanted to shed tears...especially when he talked to him like this, he just...wanted to shed tears...

He walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand, stretched out his hand towards him little by little, little by little...then... hugged him...

Hugging was originally such a simple thing, but for some reason, he seemed to have spent a lot of effort, as if it had been so far away for a century, as if it had been separated by thousands of mountains and rivers...

to hold him...

It's really hard...

But... finally hugged!

His body temperature was so hot that he seemed to still have a fever, but what was even hotter was his heart.

They were tightly attached to each other, and he could feel his strong heartbeat, one after another, as fast as his heartbeat...

They just hugged and did nothing...

just hold...

I don't know how long it has passed...he asked him softly in his ear: "Chumu, are you hungry? I'll cook for you, my cooking is delicious!"

"puff--"

Chu Mu laughed, he couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyes narrowed into a line, he was extraordinarily good-looking, so good-looking...

"Song Yujing, are you reminding me in disguise that I should cook for you?" He let go of him and looked at him with a smile.

"No, I want to cook for you. Really." He looked at him with such beautiful amber eyes.

"Fake." Chu Mu stretched out his hands to rub his messy hair. Song Yujing's hair was very soft and comfortable to the touch, and it didn't prick his hands at all.

"Even if it's true, I can't let you do it!" He stood up and said lightly.

"Why?" Song Yujing asked.

"Because you are a patient." Chu Mu shrugged and said with a smile, "Your cold is still not healed, and I don't want to be infected by you."

His voice sounded relaxed, but his tone was very serious, with a serious look on his face, but they all knew—the truth was not like this...