A butterfly like fire in the ward stopped on the window lattice of the ward, constantly flapping its beautiful wings, it was already a butterfly there in autumn Han Wenhao sat on the side of the bed, looking at his wife who was lying on the bed so gently, her face was red, the corners of her mouth cracked, a little red scar, gently attached to her lip flap, like a very beautiful beauty mole, at this moment his wife's eyes were tightly closed, long eyelashes covered under the eyes, so well-behaved and supple Han Wenhao's eyes lit up slightly, Slightly tilted his head to look at his wife's quiet and beautiful sleeping posture, but his mind kept flashing over the life and death parting that was about to be pierced by the bomb, he gritted his teeth slightly, his chest rose and fell slightly excitedly, and he decided to gradually form a leisurely and careful lead the two servants into the ward, looking at Han Wenhao sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the young grandmother's hand lightly, and looking at her stupidly, as if this picture had been stopped, and would never change again Leisurely eyes were red, moved by this moment, but still walked over slowly, came to Han Wenhao's side, and whispered: " President, you better rest for a while, the doctor has already said, the young grandmother is fine, the baby is fine, she is just too sleepy, resting" Han Wenhao didn't speak, just looked at his wife's closed eyes again, the pointed nose, the ruddy lip flap, and the red and gentle scar, his heart passed a trace of tenderness, this tenderness wrapped around his heart like a vine, she was still alive Han Wenhao's eyes overflowed with a little ruddy smile, his face twitched slightly, his lips were a little excited and trembling slightly, He couldn't help but hold Cheng Ya's little hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, when he came into contact with that bit of warmth, his eyes showed momentary guilt, his eyes were closed, and tears were floating on the edge of his eyes, so he had to remind him again: "Young Master, you have been with the young grandmother for three days and three nights, and you haven't rested for even a minute, how can this be done, the old lady just called and said that if you really want to accompany the young grandmother, then rest in the ward first, don't let her wake up, but you are not in good health."
Han Wenhao still closed her eyes, kissed his wife's little hand, and enjoyed her body temperature, she was still alive, she was still alive and leisurely accompanied the maid to look at Han Wenhao helplessly, sighed lightly, and no longer reluctantly, and the maid cleaned up everything in the ward, only to find that the floor-to-ceiling window was open, and a flaming butterfly stopped on the window lattice, she smiled magically and said: "It's autumn, how can there be butterflies, such beautiful butterflies" The maid walked out with a vase, and looked at the butterfly with a smile and said: "As long as you are by the young grandmother's side, There will always be something very beautiful happening" Han Wenhao listened to this, and stared deeply at Cheng Ya in the hospital bed, thinking of the bits and pieces with her, all as precious as gold, at this moment for him, every second and every minute is so precious, he seems to hear the voice of Xiao Ri, that sound, like the bell of the distant valley, resounded in the sky, and then looked at Cheng Ya with those affectionate eyes, as if he looked at it for a second, he lost a second Han Wenfeng held a rose in his hand, and walked in with Xiao Ruoqing with a smile, But seeing that his brother was still sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his wife like yesterday, as if he had given up the world in his eyes, as long as his wife, Han Wenfeng walked in helplessly, and said to his brother: "Brother, you haven't slept for a few days, Cheng Ya is not fine" Han Wenhao was still silent, still looked at Cheng Ya and walked over with a leisurely sigh and said: "I just said and said, and persuaded and persuaded, but he just didn't listen, how could he stand it if he had to guard this body" Han Wenfeng glanced at his brother helplessly, and handed over the roses to the servant, Just asked: "Earlier", "I sent it over, in the outer living room" and immediately said: "I also specially stewed shark fin porridge", "Bring it over and give it to the eldest young master to drink" Han Wenfeng said lightly."
Yes" Leisurely immediately walked out, served porridge, and then brought it in, came to Han Wenhao's side, and said softly: "Young Master, drink some porridge" Han Wenhao just shook his head slightly, and then continued to look at Cheng Ya Han Wenfeng sighed helplessly, raised his voice a little and said: "Brother, don't save Cheng Ya, but you yourself are going to have an accident" Xiao Ruoqing also persuaded distressedly: "Yes, president, you have to take care of your body, isn't it the happiest moment now" Han Wenhao's eyes flickered slightly, pinched his wife's little finger lightly, and finally slowly asked: "You came just right, I have something that you have to do" Xiao Ruoqing asked strangely: "What's the matter" Han Wenhao looked at his wife tightly, and said slowly: "Help me give an order to the personnel department to temporarily assign my work to the vice president" Xiao Ruoqing heard this, and said with a shock of emotion: "President, what do you mean" Han Wenhao was silent, just continued to look at his wife, remembering the moment he turned around and left his wife alone at the blasting scene, he seemed to have given up on her, This kind of abandonment reveals the coldness of fate, the ruthlessness of fate, and the terrible "brother" Han Wenfeng looked at his brother and said: "You don't mean to want to give up the position of president, right" Han Wenhao still looked at Cheng Ya without blinking, "Brother" Han Wenfeng came to Han Wenhao's side and said: "Cheng Ya doesn't need you to do this, I believe she won't want you to do this, you gave up your status in the palace for many years, and willingly abdicated, is there an ideal of your life behind the scenes" Han Wenhao continued to look at his wife faintly, and said slowly: " Wen Feng, you should understand better than anyone what it means to be lonely and distressed, I was at the moment I turned around, for the first time in my life, I begged God, if I can let my wife live, I can give up everything in my world, I want to be happy with my wife and my daughter for the rest of my life, Cheng Ya has suffered too much for me, I don't want to put her in danger because of my identity, my status, everything I have, I don't have the courage to experience this pain again, this pain is more uncomfortable than a thousand cuts, I love her, This kind of love seems to be innate, as if from the previous life to this life, I began to yearn for the next life, I am willing to give up all my beliefs" Xiao Ruoqing and the others heard this, their eyes were hot, and they couldn't help lowering their heads, sighing that they were not easy to come by between husband and wife, "brother" Han Wenfeng called his brother distressedly.Han Wenhao's eyes were rosy, and he trembled and gently shook his wife's hand, and then put it to his lips and kissed it, and a tear fell on the back of the white hand