Best Delinquent Wife’s Order: Rise Again, Hubby

"You deserve it." Anhao vomited, putting his hand directly on his shoulder, meaning that the big left boss would directly carry her out of bed.

"It deserves it." Zuo Hancheng's visitors helped her down and said quietly while hugging her, "Who will let me find a wife who can eat and be a wife?"

An Hao listened and twitched the corners of her mouth: "I didn't make it OK? I just thought to exercise more. As long as the exercises are not too much, it will be helpful to the waist injury. I don't know if I can't exercise too much, and it was Those grandpas and aunts chatted with me so much, I didn't pay attention to the time..."

"Don't you remember what I said?"

Anhao stopped speaking, and let him take himself out of the hospital.

She remembered, but always felt that more exercise would definitely be beneficial, and she just wanted to end this semi-crippled life early.

Too much is useless, and the consequences are before her eyes, and she is no longer able to refute it.

After finally getting home, Anhao fell on the bed and stopped moving. After Zuo Hancheng applied the medicine that the old doctor told her to apply, Anhao lay on the sofa and watched Zuo Hancheng walking in front of him. Half-sleepy and half-awake squinted and asked: "How is your sleep quality these days?"

"It's okay." Zuo Hancheng finished her business, turned around and poured a glass of water. When he walked to her side, he slowly drank the water in the glass, and at the same time gave her a low eye: "Obviously as long as you are there. My sleep quality is very good within my sight."

Anhao rolled his eyes directly towards the ground.

His sleep quality is much better, but she can't sleep well with all kinds of insomnia when she lives here, plus the backache when turning over at night, this feeling is really indescribable.

"Why do you suffer from insomnia?" An Hao thought about it, but still asked.

Although she feels that this question will make herself feel embarrassed, she still wants to know why Zuo Hancheng has insomnia in the past three years, is it really because of her?

Zuo Hancheng put down the water cup and glanced at her: "This pathological factor is not necessary to explain much."

Also pathological factors, say that it is heart disease.

An Hao curled his mouth: "Lin Qing said that you have taken sleeping pills in the past few years, but you still take them often. Sleeping pills are too harmful. You should stop taking them no matter if your sleep quality is good or bad. If you drink a cup of hot milk at night, and then put some Chinese medicine that can help calm the nerves, it can not only restore the body and help sleep, it is better than sleeping pills."

Anhao continued to lie on the sofa while talking, put his chin on the overlapping arms, squinted his eyes half-sleepy and half-awake and said, "Also, you are usually so busy, and you must remember to eat regularly. Have stomach problems..."

About stomach problems, she actually wanted to tell him three years ago before getting on the plane. Although he was not sure whether he would take her advice to heart, she really wanted to talk to him at that time.

At that time, Zuo Hancheng never appeared in front of her again. From the time he agreed to divorce, until she graduated and returned to China, for three years and two months, he never really appeared in front of her.

It may be too late to say these things, but Anhao still wants to say: "I have a roommate in the United States who is Chinese. I heard that her family is engaged in Chinese medicine. I called back and asked if I could Here are some remedies to treat your stomach..."

Zuo Hancheng just stood on the sofa and watched and lay there and didn't look at him, but he kept nagging An Hao.

His eyes were calm, and his lips floated with a shallow arc: "Stomach disease only needs to control the diet. Pay attention to the usual dietary rules. It will never affect the body. This can only be regarded as an occupational disease of my long-term and irregular staying up late and working overtime in the United States. It's not serious."

"It's really not serious, but the stomachache can cost people's lives. When I was an intern at Bode Company in the United States, I often worked overtime for half a month. I ate a bucket of instant noodles every day. After that, I suffered from stomach pain for several days. I knew This feeling." Anhao said while resting his head on his arm, and squinted comfortably at Zuo Hancheng who was standing next to the sofa: "But speaking of it, if you don’t have this old problem of stomach problems, In the body, it makes you appear like a mortal, you will get sick and hurt, otherwise I would think that Zuo Hancheng will soon become a god..."

Anhao is probably because she just lost face in the hospital, and her mouth feels sweet at the moment.

Zuo Hancheng helped her pick up the medicine packet that had been applied for fifteen minutes, but Anhao was about to fall asleep again when he came back.

Until Zuo Hancheng threw the used medicine packet out, and put the hot towel on her waist, he lowered his eyes and watched his squinted eyes become slightly sleepy, his eyes were low, and his voice was calm and slow: "Instead of not wanting me to take sleeping pills anymore and telling me to eat on time, it is better to just move everything to me obediently, which is more effective than any sleeping pills."

Anhao hadn't completely fallen asleep yet. Because of Zuo Hancheng's words, she slightly opened her eyes and glanced at him. He simply turned over and lay on the sofa and looked at him like this: "Is the divorce agreement really invalid?"

Zuo Hancheng's hand was covering her waist to help her fix the towel. He didn't answer her face-to-face, but just glanced at her and said, "You are always Mrs. Zuo."

The implication is that it is indeed invalid... Repeated confirmation, and repeated the same answer.

Anhao directly grabbed the pillow with one hand and placed it on her face, and reached out to her waist with the other hand to push his hand indiscriminately. She needed to calm down for a while, but Zuo Hancheng's hand was pushed away by her and did not force her to go. Press and hold, Anhao turned around and buried his face in the sofa, refusing to move.

"Want to sleep on the sofa tonight?" Zuo Hancheng glanced at her when he got up: "Of course I don't mind if you go to sleep in my bedroom, as long as your waist can bear it. After all, I can hardly guarantee whether my self-control is already strong. discount."

An Hao suddenly threw the pillow at him, and sat up with the pain in his waist. The blush on his face was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious: "My body is full of medicine. It smells so unpleasant. I went to take a bath and sleep. Good night! "

When the words fell, she stood up with her hands on her waist and twisted upstairs. Zuo Hancheng looked at her fleeing figure, sighed, and threw the pillow in her hand back to the sofa.

He returned to the bedroom well, stared at the bed in the bedroom, and thought of Zuo Hancheng's expression that he would be sure to win sooner or later, and felt that he was now like a little sheep who was circumscribed by him, day and night. It is the same result.

Recall the last time she was intimate with him more than three years ago. It seems that she tied him to the bed.

Zuo Hancheng's desire-seeking-dissatisfaction directly waited for three years. It is really hard to imagine that one day when he is completely pushed down by his wish, will he be unable to get out of bed for days and nights.

Thinking about it, Anhao couldn't help but shudder.