wife addiction

Yan Qingyao suddenly lowered her head, seeing the messy bandages wrapped around her body, her trembling hands unexpectedly calmed down.

"Where did this bandage come from?" she asked.

I pointed to the bandage on my own neck: "What do you think?"

Yan Qingyao looked at me suspiciously, her face was a little unhappy: "You help me leave here and go to the warehouse."

I looked at Yan Qingyao's domineering face, and I simply didn't want to talk to her.

But if I ignore her, do I want her to stain my second brother's shoulder?

Don't even think about it!

I suppressed the anger in my heart, squatted down and supported her uninjured right arm and stood up.

Yan Qingyao is about the same size and height as me, but due to years of training, her muscles are much denser than mine, and she weighs more than me. I supported her, feeling like I was carrying a big sack full of potatoes. Before he started to move forward, his breath had already started to become unstable.

My second brother put on his shirt, gave her a condescending look, and then looked behind her: "Where are your guards?"

"Dead!" Yan Qingyao bit her lip, her cold face showed a hint of despair.

"Your brother died too?" My second brother asked again, his calm tone seemed to be talking about what to eat tonight.

Yan Qingyao's brother?Is that the man?

My heart moved, and I quickly looked at Yan Qingyao.

Yan Qingyao stared ferociously at my second brother for a while, and tears overflowed from her eyes.

My second brother nodded knowingly: "Yesterday your cousin died, and today your brother died. Yan Qingyao, if you do too many bad things, you will be punished."

"You know so clearly, is it your fault?" Yan Qingyao's gaze seemed to poke a hole out of my second brother, and I quickly tightened her arms to prevent her from making any crazy moves.

My second brother chuckled, took the coat on my arm, put it on Yan Qingyao, stretched out his hand, and took her from my shoulder: "This land belongs to you. When will the volcano erupt? How about you?" I am not sure?"

Yan Qingyao was speechless by what my second brother said, so she could only give him a hard look, and let him drag her towards the warehouse she was talking about.

I followed behind, sweating coldly from their conversation, as if I fell into the boundless darkness all of a sudden.

Yan Qingyao knew that the volcano would erupt?

Could it be that she intends to bring me back to be buried with Yan Qingchen?

Did Zong Xian ask me to agree to her ghost marriage because he wanted me to die?

No, no.

Zong Xian can't do this!

While I tried my best to persuade myself that this was just Zong Xian's expedient measure, I couldn't help but think of what he said about "transferring love".

Could it be that the person he liked before was Yan Qingyao?

Otherwise, why would she be called his "fiancée" and obey her as soon as she came back?

The more I think about it, the more my heart sinks. There are too many doubts in my life in the past two years.

The distance of that punch, the rose that replaced the herb, the anniversary is strange.

I've noticed it all the time, but it's just a fluke in my heart, and I convinced myself.

If my second brother hadn't helped me delay the time yesterday, I'm afraid I would already be lying in the coffin, buried side by side with Yan Qingchen under the billowing lava.

Why did Zong Xian do this?

He rescued me desperately, why did he want to kill me by the hands of others?

Do you think Yan Qingyao is back, and being with me is his disgrace?

Impossible, Zong Xian is not so cruel.

He has done so much for me, turning me from a vegetable into a normal person, isn't that enough to explain everything?

If he wanted to kill me, he could have stood by while I was being sent to the crematorium, without having to go to such lengths to get me out and then kill me.

"Xiaoying, Xiaoying?"

A voice interrupted my cranky thoughts. I followed the voice blankly and saw that it was my second brother calling me.

He had already put Yan Qingyao on the ground, and was holding a piece of bandage to wrap her injured arm, with a first aid kit beside her.

I hurriedly looked around, and was surprised to find that the basement was not empty, but full of boxes of all sizes.

Yan Qingyao told us that this basement is a military facility, and all the equipment and medicines for first aid are stored in this basement.

My second brother and I helped her re-medicate, put on a bandage, and was directed to another basement to find clothes and food.

We followed the robot, successfully found what Yan Qingyao wanted, and brought it to her.

Yan Qingyao has completely calmed down from the pain of the burn, and her spirit is much better.She put on the military uniform we brought her, took a bite of biscuits, and said to us: "The magma will be almost completely cooled after 24 hours. During this period, we will rest and rest. We will install the bomb tomorrow and blast the exit."

My second brother and I also changed into the military uniforms we brought from the warehouse, and we are both sitting cross-legged on the ground next to her. If we ignore the antagonistic relationship between us, it looks like we are having a military meeting at this moment.

I have no objection, it's better to go out earlier than anything else, and I've had enough of Yan Qingyao's bossing around.

My second brother took a sip of water and nodded too.

After 24 hours, we had enough food and drink, moved to the hospital, put it in the place Yan Qingyao had mentioned, and then stayed far away, lighting the fuse.

Everything went uncannily smoothly.

After several deafening explosions, a hole the size of a wellhead was blasted into the ground. Before we could climb up, we heard noisy human voices coming from the hole.

It's the rescue team.

We were successfully rescued on the ground, Yan Qingyao was carried away on a stretcher, and my second brother and I also got in the ambulance and returned to the hospital.

The wounds on my body burst open again.

After Yan Qingyao was sent to the burn department, I went back to my original ward, and my second brother went to contact Zong Xian and Yan Qingyao's father.

When Yang Zhen saw me, he changed the bandage and put on medicine for me, and scolded me again.

"If you are so reckless again, the wound will never heal!" Yang Zhen threw the tweezers into the tray, suddenly remembered something, and said to me with a straight face, "Do you remember that Zhao Qingyun? He died .”

"What?" I jumped up in shock, and the fruit knife in my hand flew out instantly, rubbing Yang Zhen's face and falling to the ground.

Yang Zhen was so frightened that his eyes went straight, he touched his face, looked at the fruit knife with lingering fear, picked it up and put it on the table, and complained faintly: "I didn't kill it, why are you so excited?" ? Want to avenge him?"

I came to my senses and quickly apologized to him. Seeing that he waved his hand indifferently, I hurriedly asked, "How did he die? Don't lie to me!"

"Why would I lie to you about such a big thing? Didn't you just come back from the place where the volcano erupted? Well, it was this volcano eruption, and their family died." Yang Zhen shook his head, "Zhao Qingyun was rescued He still breathed a sigh of relief when he left a will, which is for you."

Before I recovered from the shocking news, I was struck by another shocking news. After a while, I realized what Yang Zhen was talking about.

"Leaving a will for me? What will?" I was very surprised, but I also vaguely felt that it might have something to do with his son, because the only intersection between me and him was his son.

Sure enough, Yang Zhen told me that Zhao Qingyun asked me to adopt his son before he died.

"The will is now in the hands of the dean, and it should be handed over to you soon."

I nodded, calmed down my emotions, and asked, "Have Zhao Qingyun and the others been buried?"

"No." Yang Zhen shook his head, "The body has been in the morgue, and his father-in-law and mother-in-law have not been contacted yet."

"Take me to see."

Yang Zhen led me out of the hospital building, came to the basement, and reminded me while opening the door: "The death is a bit miserable, you should be mentally prepared."

I nodded and followed him into the gloomy morgue.

There is a cold, sulfurous smell in the morgue. Yang Zhen told me that most of the corpses stored here are burned to death by the volcanic eruption.

"These corpses belong to people who lived on the outskirts of the magma diffusion area. Those who lived near the volcano couldn't even find their corpses." Yang Zhen sighed and shook his head, "No one thought that the hill was actually a volcano, but luckily The eruption of the volcano was not violent, otherwise the whole island would be over."

I listened to each other, and followed Yang Zhen to Zhao Qingyun's body.

I lifted the white cloth covering it and glanced at the face that was burned beyond recognition by the high temperature, and I felt mixed feelings for a while.

He was a good father, but God didn't treat him differently because of his kindness.

I covered it with a white cloth, mourned for a few minutes in front of Zhao Qingyun's body, and asked Yang Zhen: "Why did Zhao Qingyun entrust the child to me? Does he have any other relatives?"

Yang Zhen sighed: "Didn't you also see the times when his family was in trouble in the hospital? Besides him, who would want to raise this child?"

"How is that child doing now?"

"It's still in the incubator, but it has passed the dangerous period, and it will come out in about a week."

"Take me to see him."

Yang Zhen followed his words and took me to the nursery.

There were several rows of incubators in the nursery. Yang Zhen took me to one of the incubators and told me that the child was inside.

I looked inside through the glass cover of the incubator and saw a small person sleeping peacefully with an oxygen tube on.

He is not white, his complexion is a bit like wheat, his small face is upright, not as fat as other children, but he is not as thin as I imagined.

Yang Zhen told me that despite the fact that this child looks the same as other children, his body is much smaller and he has some problems with his legs and feet.

As he spoke, he put on his gloves, reached into the incubator, and lifted the child's quilt for me to see.

The child was wearing a thin smock, wrapped in diapers, and his two calves were bare, not thicker than my two fingers.

I looked at his feet again, the soles of his feet were surprisingly thick.

Yang Zhen told me again that the child's feet were hard.

I didn't wear gloves, and I didn't reach out to touch it.

I took another look at the child's peaceful sleeping face, asked him to cover the child with a quilt, and walked out.

"When can I get my will?" I asked.

"Are you really planning to adopt him?" Yang Zhen thought for a while and then said, "Although Zhao Qingyun's will requires you to raise him, you have the right to refuse him because you are not related to him. If you don't want to raise him, you can send him to him. He goes to the orphanage and no one will say anything about you."

I looked at Yang Zhen strangely, wondering how he could tell that I was unwilling to raise him.

"Why, even you think it's better for this child to die?"