My Reborn Wife Is Delicately Pretty

When he was called over by the doctor, Jun Hao was also worried. When he went to the doctor's office, the doctor told him to leave the hospital and take note of the matters. Only then did he relax. That was a false alarm, and he had scared himself.    

"Really? Hubby, I can face it. No matter what kind of illness I have, no matter how dangerous the illness is, I can face it. I will also cooperate with the treatment. If I can live one more day, I will live one more day. You really don't have to hide it from me. "    

Ye Junhao helplessly bit her lips. "Silly wife, I already said that you're fine. You really are fine. If something happens to you, no matter how calm I am, I will show that something is wrong. Did you see anything wrong with me just now? "    

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Other than this injury, you have no other problems with your body. We can leave the hospital tonight or tomorrow. After leaving the hospital, you need to rest at home for a while."    

"There's only one thing that makes me sad the most."    

"What is it?"    

Jun Hao blew hot air into her ear and said in a hoarse voice, "I still want to continue being vegetarian."    

Chuchen was speechless. This wolf, the sperm on its head, kept thinking about that matter.    

After knowing that it was just a false alarm, Chuchen felt relieved.    

She cried for nothing for half an hour.    

Ye Junhao's heart ached as he said to her, "You cried before I came back. You... What should I say to you? Even if some of your dreams have become reality... [It doesn't mean that all your dreams will become reality. In your dreams...] Didn't you abandon me and Mu and run away with Chung Sen? In reality... But you didn't. "    

"So, those dreams won't all become reality. Don't let your imagination run wild in the future. Live happily every day. When a person is in a good mood, even a sick person won't be able to find a chance to crawl in."    

Being optimistic about the storms and storms of life, the path of life is even further.    

"I'm just afraid."    

Chuchen leaned on him and said coquettishly, "When I think about dying and parting with you, I'm afraid and sad. I couldn't help but cry."    

"Hubby, do you think I'm useless? If you encounter something, you will cry."    

"Who said that my wife is useless?" Ye Junhao hugged her tightly. "I don't think you are useless. Every time you cry, when I see your tears, I only feel pain in my heart. Besides feeling pain in my heart, I also think of ways to coax you. I don't want you to cry. I don't have any other thoughts. "    

Mu Chuchen smiled, "Hubby, I love you more and more."    

"Just nice. I also love you more and more."    

In fact, he loved her more and more than she loved him.    

When she was fourteen years old, he had fallen in love with her at first sight. He had waited for her to grow up, and his feelings for her had already lasted for more than ten years. Her feelings for him had only been nurtured in this one month.    

"Go and bring Mu in, in case he feels wronged again and thinks that I stole his father. He won't give me his father anymore in the future."    

Ye Junhao had brought the little guy up to this day. Even if Chuchen used her life to save him, it also eased the relationship between the mother and son. If she wanted to take Jun Hao's position, Chuchen felt that she would not be able to do it for the rest of her life.    

She would not fight with Jun Hao either. As long as her son was willing to be close to her mother, it would be fine.    

"Carry him out. He will feel wronged."    

Ye Junhao knew his son very well.    

He let go of his wife and said, "You sleep for a while. When you wake up, I will help you wash your hair. We will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. We will stay in the hospital for one more day before we observe and observe."    

"Okay. Hurry up and bring Mu in. "    

Only then did Ye Junhao go out and carry the little fellow in.    

The little guy looked very unhappy. After being carried in by Ye Junhao, for the first time ever, he did not want his father to carry him anymore. He stretched out his hand towards Chuchen, wanting Chuchen to carry him.