Extreme Pampering After Marriage

   "It's not so much that he hates you and takes revenge on you, it's better to say that he doesn't know how to face you."

  Mo Zhiyun hasn't been with him for long, but he knows him better than they do.

   "He is a doctor. He knew he was sick but he couldn't save himself. He let his parents send a white-haired man to a black-haired one. He is ashamed to face you."

   After saying what he wanted to say, Mo Zhiyun turned and left.

   Madam Shen whimpered and sobbed from behind.

  Everyone is like this, always controlling another person in the name of your own good, constantly suppressing his personality and denying his choice.

  In the name of love, do harm in reality.

  Mo Zhiyun got into the car and leaned against her, with her palms stroking her heart, breathing slowly.

  Cangming looked back at her worriedly, "Miss, are you alright?"

   Mo Zhiyun looked sideways out of the window, "It's nothing, I just feel tight in my chest, and I can't breathe."

  Cang Ming lowered the car window, "Miss, this is his choice, and it is a relief for him."

   Compared with life, death is really a relief.

   "I know." Mo Zhiyun's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and sadness flowed in his eyes, "It's just a pity..."

  He could have been a good doctor and help more people, but he was forced to be world-weary and finally gave up on himself.

   If only I could care more about him, if only I could give him a hand in time.

  Back to the hospital, Lu Heyun was still reading the "Pregnancy Guide", and immediately put the book down when she saw her come back.

"How are you?"

  Mo Zhiyun didn't answer, but went to the bedside and lay down in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

   Gudong, Gudong, one after another.

  Lu Heyun stroked her little head lovingly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to hear your heartbeat." Mo Zhiyun rubbed against his arms, like a kitten coquettish with its master, "I suddenly feel that your heartbeat is the best sound in the world sound."

  Lu Heyun lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, I will stay with you this time until you become a little old lady and I become a little old man, and we will not be separated."

  Mo Zhiyun looked up at him, with a bright smile on his lips, and nodded heavily, "Okay."

  ***

  When Mo Zhiyun came home, he saw his aunt sorting out the presents for her and Lu Heyun's wedding.

   There are jewelry and ornaments, and one of them, Bing Tilian, caught her attention.

  Walking over to remove the cover of the package next to it, revealing the painted name and seal—Shen Qingbai.

  Mo Zhiyun's heart tightened, it turned out that this was Shen Qingbai's wedding gift to her.

   Bing Tilian draws very well, obviously he should have studied for many years.

  Mo Zhiyun stretched out his hand to caress the blooming Bingdilian, and there was a small row beside him.

  Congratulations: My friend Mo Zhiyun is newly married, and I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years and a happy life for the rest of your life.

   "Is this the gift you gave me?" She whispered.

   "Madam, what did you say?" Auntie couldn't hear what she said clearly.

  Mo Zhiyun recovered without explaining, "I like this painting very much, you can find someone to hang it on the side of the stairs."

   "Well, I'll hang it up tomorrow."

  Mo Zhiyun turned and walked towards the stairs. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but stop. He turned his head to look at the painting leaning on the sofa, with a faint scar lingering in his eyebrows and eyes, but he smiled lightly.

  I hope that as Cangming said, you are really freed.

  ****

   Two years later, a fine day.

  Lu Heyun led a soft doll with a little jiujiu on it, and walked slowly up the stairs.

  Mo Zhiyun held a bouquet of flowers in his arms, and Jin Jin beside him walked back to cheer up his sister, "Sister, come on, we're almost there."

  The little man has just learned to walk. He is trembling, and he can't speak clearly. He can't call his sister yet. He just raises his head and smiles at her, and his short legs work harder to climb up.

  Afraid of my sister’s hard work, Jinjin offered to propose: “Or I’ll carry my sister on my back, Mom.”

   "No, let my sister walk more when she just learned to walk. Don't spoil her with Dad..."

  At first, I was worried that the birth of my daughter would make Jinjin feel a sense of dissatisfaction. I didn’t expect that Jinjin not only didn’t reject her, but liked her sister very much.

  Jinjin puffed up her cheeks, and turned around to show her sister that she was helpless.

   When he was about to walk, Mo Zhiyun saw a strange woman standing in front of the tombstone, and an eight or nine-year-old child beside him, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

   "Excuse me, are you..."

  The woman looked back at her, "Are you...Mr. Shen's friend?"

  Mo Zhiyun glanced at Shen Qingbai's tombstone. Although his body was donated back then, the Shen family still bought him a cemetery.

   What is buried in the cemetery is not Shen Qingbai's ashes, but his placenta, which Mrs. Shen has kept since his birth.

   "I'm his friend, are you his friend? I've never met you."

  She had never heard Shen Qingbai mention any good friends of the opposite **** before.

  The woman smiled slightly, "I'm not his friend, we don't even know each other."

  A trace of doubt flashed across Mo Zhiyun's eyes.

  Lu Heyun had already picked up his daughter and walked over. The two looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

The woman knew what they were wondering about, so she raised her hand and gently touched her son's head, "This is my son, he had an operation two years ago, if Mr. kids..."

   Mo Zhiyun's eyes were full of surprise and waves, and his eyes fell on the little boy beside her, "You mean Shen Qingbai's heart..."

  The voice stopped suddenly, and did not continue to speak.

  The woman nodded slowly, "I also begged the doctor for a long time, asked around, and finally found out that the donor is Mr. Shen."

"I heard that he donated not only his heart, liver and kidneys, corneas, but also his remains. He is really a very, very good person, so I want to bring my children to worship him, so that He knew who his savior was."

   Mo Zhiyun looked sideways at the cold-looking man on the tombstone, smiled with crimson lips, and murmured: "Yes, he is really a very, very good person."

  It turns out that the heart in He Yun's body is not Shen Qingbai, so who could it be?

   "We won't bother you anymore." The woman left with the child.

  Mo Zhiyun put the flowers in front of the tombstone, and said softly: "Shen Qingbai, we are here to see you."

  Lu Heyun put his daughter down, "Take my sister to play today."

   "Okay." Jinjin came over and held his sister's little hand, and took her to play next to her.

  Lu Heyun walked to Mo Zhiyun's side and hugged her shoulders, "Did you think I transplanted Shen Qingbai's heart?"

  Mo Zhiyun nodded slowly, "I was afraid you would be unhappy so I didn't say anything, but I thought too much."

"What does it matter if the fool really transplanted his heart?" Lu Heyun lowered his head, and Fei smiled, "At the beginning, you didn't mind the heart of Wen Xingchen in my body, but how could I care if it was Shen Qingbai's? Heart, but there is one more person who loves you from now on."

   Mo Zhiyun had doubts in his eyes, "Are you so generous?"

   "Mrs. Lu, when did I ever lie to you?" Afraid she would bring up the old score, he added, "I said after the operation."

  Mo Zhiyun thought that since the operation, he had indeed not been as calculating as before, nor had he concealed anything from himself, and reported everything in detail.

   "Do you want to know who is here?" The white finger poked his heart.

  Lu Heyun held Bai Bai's hand and shook his head, "It doesn't matter who is here, the important thing is that my love for you hasn't changed in the slightest."

  Mo Zhiyun's ears warmed up, "Don't talk nonsense in front of Shen Qingbai."

"I just want to say it in front of him, let him know that we are doing well, and you are doing well." Lu Heyun looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said silently in his heart: Please rest assured, I will treat you for the rest of my life. She is good.

  Mo Zhiyun pulled a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, brushed his bangs, and said softly: "Shen Qingbai, don't worry, your family is fine, the clinic is fine, and your patients still remember you."

  She took over the medical center and invited a good Chinese medicine doctor to attend the consultation, and people from the Shen family often came to voluntary consultations.

  Mrs. Shen also let go of her obsessions, no longer as paranoid as before, wanting to control everything.

  Everything is getting better.

  After he was gone.

   "Mom..." Jinjin suddenly called her, pointed at the top of her sister's head and said, "Butterfly is kissing my sister..."

  Mo Zhiyun and Lu Heyun looked over at the same time, and saw that the blue butterfly seemed to be tired from flying, and landed on her daughter's head, waving its wings slowly.

  My daughter also laughed foolishly when she saw that they were looking at her.

  Mo Zhiyun squatted down, stretched his arms, and said in a light and joyful voice: "Buyu, come to mother."

   Unswervingly trembling, he walked towards his parents.

  Jijin was afraid that she would fall, so she followed closely to protect her sister.

  When Buyu threw himself into Mo Zhiyun's arms, the blue butterfly also flew up.

   Fly higher and higher, farther and farther.

  Lu Heyun hugged Jinjin with one hand, looked down at Zhizhi and Buchang, and then looked at the almost invisible blue butterfly.

   Unswerving.

   Their daughter is called Lu Buyu.

  It is Lu Heyun's unswerving until death, and it is also Mo Zhiyun's ambition, unswerving.

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  The extra episode of "Winter Solstice: Floating Clouds Sending Cranes" is over. Tomorrow there will be an update of "Great Cold Huaiwang Tingxi" Qu Huai'an VS Xie Tingxi, women abuse men, I don't like to be cautious.