The Decade Of Deep Love Chapter 19: An Understanding Wife And Loving Mother

Zhishu He sighed, and said to himself in a teasing tone that it was useless for him to worry about so much. Then he turned around to wash his hands and packed the suitcase for Wenxu Jiang.

The four kittens were vivacious. Their legs were too short to walk well, so they shambled in groups to Zhishu He to play with him. Out of curiosity, the four white kittens with black patterns on the body squatted in the suitcase, and they had fun.

"Well, well, it's time to come out," Zhishu He touched their foreheads one by one with the tips of his fingers, "I'll get a tongue-lashing later, if he catches sight of you..."

Wenxu Jiang was at the door, but he did not dare to speak for a moment. Sometimes he was frightened by the gentleness of Zhishu He. He remembered that Zui Shen raised a very silly husky dog at the beginning of their relations. He could bear it, although he was bored with the dog. After all, he did not live in Zui Shen's house. But once he saw dog hair on Zui Shen's body, he could not stand any more. Tears welled up in Shen's eyes all those days when he was compelled to send that dog away, but there was not half a ripple in Wenxu Jiang's heart. Watching Zhishu He playing with the four kittens, Jiang felt that the scene was so sweet and harmonious that everything seemed peaceful. At that moment, he even did not care the kitten hair sticking to his shirt or suit any more.

A lover could be jilted anytime if he or she was not obedient. However, Wenxu Jiang would never treat Zhishu He in this way. Even though Jiang was tired of the insipid life, the man who accompanied him all the way was the one that n.o.body could replace. Wenxu Jiang would understand it sooner or later, although he didn't right now. People always had confidence in what they possessed. They deemed it to be their own subconsciously, so they couldn't be bothered to do much for it. However, people's heart was the most variable, especially when Zhishu He could not control it, either...

Wenxu Jiang did not love wearing a scarf. Zhishu He was afraid that Jiang was cold, so he insisted on wrapping a scarf around Jiang's neck. Wenxu Jiang looked down at Zhishu He who was carefully knotting the tie, and said with a smile, "You are really an understanding wife and loving mother."

Zhishu He rolls his eyes, patted the scarf well knotted, and said, "Hurry to work."

Wenxu Jiang stretched out his hand to touch the thin cheeks of Zhishu He, and said, "Eat more when you're at home alone. You see how thin you are now. I will accompany you to have a physical examination when I am free."

Things in the world kept changing and could not wait; "when I'm free" was the worst promise, because there was usually no answer in the waiting.

Zhishu He lowered his long eyelashes, answered in obedience, and then watched Wenxu Jiang leave. Gazing at the man's receding figure, which was still tall and straight, Zhishu He felt some feeling welling up. When you loved a person, you even felt that he walked in a different way, so elegantly and unconventionally, even though the person... never looked back.

Zhishu He closed the door, sat back at the table, and had half a bowl of millet porridge which had already been cold.

Wenxu Jiang seldom called Zhishu He during his business trip. Maybe he was really busy, or it was just inconvenient to call He. Zhishu He never inspected whether he was really busy. He felt that only narrow-minded persons would do these things, which was disturbing and degrading for him. It was also impossible to defend effectively if a person wanted to cheat.

After the chemotherapy, Zhishu He had no serious follow-up reaction this time. His hair did not fall off as much as he had expected. However, Zhishu He dared not lower his guard. Because he knew that since he had decided to accept the treatment, chemotherapy was just the beginning, and he would always think of the worst result. In fact, he did not care much about the result.

Ziyu Ai paid much more attention to Zhishu He than ever. He called Zhishu more frequently than what Wenxu Jiang did. Zhishu He found it funny sometimes to answer the phone call, playing with the kittens, "Will it get your wages deducted to chat on the phone at work, doctor?"

Ziyu Ai also joked, "I'm caring about my patient's mental health. Is there anything wrong?"

Zhishu He slowly found that Ziyu Ai pretended the usual stern face, and he turned out to be an especially interesting person when he got familiar with you. Ai was an outspoken man speaking his mind. Just like a big wolf dog, he seemed mighty and domineering when you looked at him from afar, but he would be nice and behave in a spoiled manner if he was familiar with you. Zhishu He was scratching a kitten's neck, thinking that it was really impolite for him to a.s.sociate Ziyu Ai with a big dog.

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