A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 645 Don’t Cry, Zhuang Zhoucheng Don’t Cry

Lu Zeng looked at the lady and wondered how there could be such an ungrateful woman?

"Madam, please take note. All the names listed above will be present. If you truly have a special reason for not being able to attend this family meeting, you can personally consult Mr. Zhou. I'll leave the invitation on the table. Sorry to bother you."

After Lu Zeng said a few words, he turned and left.

He was too lazy to waste words with her. He had seen the surveillance video at Suohe's place. Not to mention someone he knew, even if it was a stranger, he couldn't be afraid.

The servants in the Zhuang family's old house and the servants serving in the front villa were all invited. The invitations were different from those of the host, but everyone received one.

It is novel to invite people to attend family meetings by sending invitations.

The second master and several aunts were not invited. Since only the old man's branch of the Zhuang family was present, the ceremony was solemn but not grand.

hospital.

Huo Yan woke up in the morning, and Zhuang Zhoucheng sat by her bed all night.

Huo Yan turned over and felt pain all over his body. There was an IV drip on his hand, which must have been pulled, so he cried out softly.

Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately opened his eyes, looking exhausted. He stood up and adjusted her body.

"What's wrong? Tell me, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"pain."

Huo Yan looked at the man so close to her, her eyes suddenly became hot, and she reached out to grab his clothes.

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, why are you here just now?"

He understood the sadness and grievance in the words.

He understood the sadness and despair of her fruitless calls for help, and understood the questioning and disappointment in her words.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes were red. He sat down gently on the edge of the bed, leaned over and gently covered her with his hands, and spoke softly.

"I'm late, Yan'er, I'm sorry, please forgive me this time, okay?"

"I……"

Huo Yan thought about what happened yesterday and was silent for a long time. She was brought back to her senses when she heard the low voice of the man leaning against her.

"Can we go back to Kyoto?" Huo Yan said in a low voice.

Zhuang Zhoucheng kissed her on the cheek. He couldn't use procrastination to force her to adapt to the life in the Zhuang family. He couldn't keep avoiding this issue.

She should be made aware that their home will be in the capital from now on.

But she just miscarried, how could I tell her at this time?

She was already disgusted and insisted on staying in the capital. After this incident, she would be even more resistant to life here.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything, so he had to change the subject:

"I'll immediately arrange for someone to build another single-family villa in the front yard, and we'll live alone from now on, okay?"

There are too many unexpected accidents for him, so it’s better to avoid them.

The old man is old, and as his children, it is only natural for them to live with him.

I was single before, but now I have a family, so the whole family should live together.

The Zhuang family’s old house is the foundation that the Zhuang family has guarded for generations.

"Are you not going to Kyoto?" Huo Yan suddenly asked.

Zhuang Zhoucheng propped himself up, held her hand, and sighed:

"How are you going to go back when you're in this state? Take care of yourself first, and we can talk about other things later, okay?"

Huo Yan of course realized something and gently pulled his hand out of his palm.

"Actually, you don't love me at all, right?"

Huo Yan turned her face to the outside and no longer looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng. Tears were glistening in her eyes and her voice was a little hoarse and low, which sounded very distressing.

"Yesterday, someone from your family... I was bullied."

Huo Yan hesitated and bit her lip.

"I don't mean to sow discord between you and your family. I just really feel sorry for myself..."

When the eldest wife arrived, she grabbed her clothes, but the eldest wife pushed her away and left.

Even if there were some conflicts in the past, is it too much to push her away?

There were so many people around her, and they just watched her suffer, and no one tried to help her.

As Huo Yan spoke, tears welled up in her eyes due to grievance, and her words were interrupted again and again by sobs.

"Zhuang Zhoucheng, I want to go home..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng held her hand tightly, pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

"I understand. Once you're well again, we'll go home."

"This time, it's my responsibility. Please forgive my inconsideration. I also apologize to you on behalf of my family. I understand your grievances." Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

I hadn't slept all night, so my eyes were already a little bloodshot, and the redness under my eyes was even more alarming.

Huo Yan heard clearly this time. He was apologizing. He held her hand sincerely and asked for her forgiveness.

Huo Yan turned her head to look at him, biting her lips, her lips twitching slightly, and tears flowing uncontrollably.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes became moist and hot tears flowed down.

"Yan'er, as long as you don't give up your marriage to me, I will do anything you ask me to do." Zhuang Zhoucheng took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

He was afraid that she would feel wronged, back down, and want a divorce.

He thought about this all night, wondering what he should do to comfort her.

"I……"

She had never thought about this at all. Besides, it was their marriage, so how could she have the right to say "no"?

She just felt really wronged this time.

"Your whole family bullies me and looks down on me..."

It was bad enough that she was beaten by him before, but now she was beaten by someone else and fell down the stairs. If her head hit the ground, it would definitely be broken.

"I promise, I won't do it again, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng held her hand and said firmly.

Huo Yan's hand rolled in Zhuang Zhoucheng's palm, then she took his hand and gently covered her lower abdomen through the quilt.

"He's gone..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes reddened again, and he leaned over and hugged her in his arms:

"There will be more in the future. It doesn't matter. We will have more."

Huo Yan sniffed, she thought he would be furious.

She knew that he really wanted a child, but she didn't want one now.

He had taken measures during the safe period, but this child obviously did not come during the safe period.

It was an unexpected surprise, but when she found out, it was already too late.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's grief surprised Huo Yan and made her feel even more sad.

She couldn't explain how she felt. The word "mother" seemed unfamiliar to her. But when she thought about how she had been a mother for more than twenty days, and suddenly she was gone, it felt like God was playing a big joke on her, and she hadn't even reacted yet.

"Don't cry, Zhuang Zhoucheng. If you cry, I want to cry too..."

Huo Yan choked and tears rolled down her cheeks. She hugged her husband's head and let him bury his head in her neck to vent his emotions.

He is also fragile. A man with too strong a sense of responsibility is actually easily hurt, especially after something like this happens.

There was a needle stuck in the back of Huo Yan's hand, and it actually hurt a little when he raised his hand.

But she said nothing and gently stroked her husband's hair.

She knew he needed some time to calm down.

If possible, he would never let her see this side of him, but the emotions were too intense and shattered the strength he pretended to have.

Such a strong and aloof man, at this moment, rested his head on her shoulder and broke down, crying uncontrollably.

This is actually quite shocking and heartbreaking.

Huo Yan comforted her intermittently, feeling helpless and crying like a child.

"Don't cry, Zhuang Zhoucheng, don't cry..."

Zhuang Zhoucheng was trying his best to suppress his collapsing emotions, his left hand tightly clasping Huo Yan's hand, but his low voice still couldn't be controlled from coming out.

Huo Yan stroked Zhuang Zhoucheng's hair, something he often did to her.

Seeing him like this, she was sadder than anyone else.

As he stroked it gently, some blood returned to the needle tube. The movement was not small, and the blood poured into the tube as he lifted it up. The blood-red color instantly rushed onto the IV bottle.

Huo Yan was startled. She stared at the bright red tube, opened her mouth, but bit her lip, cried softly, and said nothing.

The back of my hand was swollen and painful; the blood was rushing back in too quickly, causing the blood vessels to bulge.

It is impossible for people outside to not know what is happening in the ward.

Lu Zeng's eyes were red. He would look over from time to time, then walk away.

When I looked at it again this time, I was shocked.

"Fruitwood!"

Guomu jumped up immediately, "What's the matter?"

Is it okay to not sleep all night?

He just took a nap.

Lu Zeng asked him to pass. Guo Mu stood on tiptoe and glanced at the glass wall. His health had recovered and he paused.

"It's nothing serious. It's okay. It's okay to go in again when Mr. Zhou feels better."

Lu Zeng didn't say anything. Even if there was something, he couldn't go in at this time.

Men are sometimes very fragile. It is better for Mr. Zhou to show this side of him in front of Huo Yan than to suppress it in his heart.

After about ten minutes, it finally became quiet inside.

Guomu straightened his clothes, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. Zhou, let me check on Miss Huo Yan," he said, pointing to the IV drip. "She's starting to recover a bit."

Zhuang Zhoucheng nodded slightly, but his eyes were looking at Huo Yan's hand.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

Huo Yan's eyes were red as he responded in a low voice.

The fruit tree was moved to a new location and the blood vessels were found on the arm.

The blood vessels on the back of my hand were broken, leaving a large purple area.

It only took a moment for the blood to recover, and the potion in the tube became clear again. Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't notice it, but he felt sorry for her when he saw the slightly swollen back of her hand and the bruise.

Huo Yan was afraid of injections. The feeling of the needle piercing her skin and piercing her flesh was simply challenging her endurance limit, and her body was tense.

Guo Mu couldn't help but patted her arm:

"Relax, it won't go in."

"Zhuang Zhoucheng..."

Huo Yan turned to Zhuang Zhoucheng, who bit her lips:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Holding her other hand and stroking it gently, Guomu took the opportunity to change it and left with a smile.

Huo Yan cried, "I feel pain all over my body."

Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered comfortingly:

"It doesn't hurt, I'm here, it doesn't hurt, huh?"

Huo Yan gave him a resentful look. The point was, she wanted to go to the bathroom now.