The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 35

The most difficult thing to control in the world is the human heart, because sometimes you don't even know when you have changed.

    Jiang Wenxu himself was frightened, so he calmed down and thought, how could he be willing to fight He Zhishu? That was the person he wanted to protect his life back then. He also wondered why he had to play outside. In fact, he always knew that so many people combined could not be compared to a He Zhishu.

    But things have reached this point, it is destined to have a big hurdle in their lives. Can't avoid it, can't hide.

    Jiang Wenxu knew what he had to say, but at this time there was no more sweet words to lovers or the vigorous behavior in the market. He can only hold He Zhishu tighter and tighter, pretending that his baby is still intact and will never be lost.

    He Zhishu was exhausted physically, and now she fell asleep shallowly, still seems to be cold, very well-behaved and quietly nestled in Jiang Wenxu's chest.

    Jiang Wenxu stretched out his fingers and gently traced He Zhishu's soft facial contours, with deep eyes. He knew He Zhishu's absolute love and tolerance for him, but this time he must have been extremely wronged, and he really had so many determinations to divide his love.

    "Don't get angry... I change, I don't want anything and I can't don't want you..." Jiang Wenxu's tone was very light and gentle, and even He Zhishu's sleep was afraid of being alarmed: "Wake up and make trouble, don't leave me..."

    Jiang Wenxu walked with He Zhishu. He didn't know why he was so flustered. It seemed that the thing he didn't want to face was about to happen. That kind of subconscious panic is the most boring, just like the rumblings of herbivores, and the sense of oppression is always on the heart.

    Finally the doorbell rang.

    Jiang Wenxu gently put He Zhishu on the bed and tightened it with the sheets before opening the door.

    "Why did you come?" Jiang Wenxu opened the door.

    With sweat on his forehead, Zhang Jingwen walked in with a medicine kit: "Today, the private doctor is not working, so I came from the bar. Let's talk about it first, and the consultation fee will be doubled."

    Jingwen and Jiang Wenxu are familiar with each other. , The friendship has also been seven or eight years, otherwise, according to the uncle's dog temper, it is really uninvited to move.

    "Don't talk nonsense, I'm very anxious." Jiang Wenxu was not in the mood to wrestle with him.

    Zhang Jingwen unhurriedly took off his coat: "Let's talk about it, what's wrong with you. I can't get a headache or a cold, I can't see the intractable disease, and the trauma is almost the same." Jingwen's clinic usually serves most of the gangsters, and it is true. Blood trauma has been dealt with much more.

    Jiang Wenxu's expression was even more ugly: "It's not me. You tap into the bedroom and read the book."

    Jing Wen put it away in a casual manner: "What's wrong with my sister-in-law?"

    He pushed in the bedroom door. The mess on the ground made Jing Wen no place to go. He Zhishu was lying on the bed.

    Jiang Wenxu went straight to put He Zhishu in his arms again and then greeted Zhang Jingwen: "Come here."

    "Jiang Wenxu, what did you do?" Zhang Jingwen hurriedly leaned over and reached out to touch He Zhishu's forehead: "It's a bit burnt."

    Jing Wen dialed. Zhenghe Zhishu's face then hissed lightly, and suddenly raised his head to look at Jiang Wenxu, his eyes were so unbelievable: "You hit?"