Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 633 makes her sad

   This year was passed in a lively and peaceful way. After the year, Mo Zhiyun quickly put away his lazy thoughts and devoted himself to his work.

  I keep in touch with Lu Heyun on WeChat every day. The conversations are very normal. Have you eaten yet? Have you rested?

   Don't be too tired from work, you should take a good rest to recuperate.

  Xu felt that Mo Zhiyun was too busy with work, so Lu Heyun gradually reduced the number of times he sent her messages, and in the end he might not send a message for two or three days.

  After Mo Zhiyun recovered from his busy work, he took Jinjin to visit him in the hospital when he was free on weekends.

  The weather today is good. Although Lu Heyun can't go out, he can bask in the sun in the ward.

  Wearing a black sweater made his face even paler. Sitting in front of the window, the sun shone down, as if seeing through perspective, every capillary on his face was clearly illuminated.

  The lips are thin and white, the whole person is weak and depressed, and he doesn't show much joy when he sees Mo Zhiyun.

   "You are here." The voice was very calm, and the attitude was also cold.

  Mo Zhiyun was keenly aware of something, but he didn't express it. He patted Jinjin's head and said, "Jinjin misses you, so I'll bring her to see you."

  Lu Heyun's eyes quickly moved away from her face and landed on Jinjin, beckoning, "Jinjin, come..."

  Jinjin ran up to him with short legs and hugged his unconscious leg.

  Lu Heyun hugged her on his lap, gently pinched her chubby little face, "Miss uncle?"

  Jinjin nodded obediently, hugged his neck tightly, and kissed him on the cheek.

  Lu Heyun showed a faint smile, looked up and saw Chen Jing coming in, and said softly: "Ah Jing, give me a red envelope."

  Chen Jing, who had just walked in, was startled for a moment, her eyes flashed in daze, but she still took out a red envelope from her bag and handed it over.

  Lu Heyun took it and handed it to Jinjin, "Uncle gave it to you, happy new year."

  Jinjin took the red envelope and didn't give it to Mo Zhiyun, but put it in his pocket, and gave it to his brother when he saw him next time.

  Mo Zhiyun stood aside without saying a word, with a fleeting doubt in his eyes.

   "Ah Jing, entertain President Mo for me." Lu Heyun said without raising his head.

   Ah Jing?

  When did he and Chen Jing get so close?

  Mo Zhiyun's eyes fell on Chen Jing, looking a little more.

  Chen Jing's temples were throbbing, she took a deep breath and said, "President Mo, please sit down."

  Turn around to pour tea.

  Lu Heyun's attention was all on Jinjin, teasing her, laughing with her, completely ignoring Mo Zhiyun who was sitting next to him.

  Chen Jing poured a glass of water and handed it over, "Mr. Mo..."

  Mo Zhiyun took it and said thank you, then looked at the indifferent man again.

  The atmosphere was a little frozen and awkward.

  Mo Zhiyun sat for a while, then put down his undrinked glass of water, got up and said, "I have something to do at noon, so I'll take Jinjin home first."

  Lu Heyun put Jinjin on the ground, and said calmly: "Well, Ah Jing will help me deliver President Mo."

   "No need, I can go by myself." Mo Zhiyun picked up Jin Jin, turned around and strode away.

  Lu Heyun's always drooping eyelashes finally lifted, full of affection and helplessness.

  Chen Jing sighed softly, "Boss Lu, why are you doing this?"

  Being affectionate but pretending to be unfeeling.

  Lu Heyun coughed a few times in a low voice, "Zhizhi's heart is too soft, she can't see life and death, I can't make her sad anymore."

  If it still makes her sad in the end, it is better to draw a clear line with her now. As long as there is no more contact, Zhizhi will gradually forget herself, and even if she knows that she is gone one day, she will not be so sad.

   "Are you really willing?" Chen Jing asked again.

"So what if I can't bear it?" He lowered his head and looked at his legs, with self-mockery in the corner of his mouth, "I don't have much time, and I have no regrets to be forgiven by her before I die, so what extravagant hope can I have?" .”

  Chen Jing didn't speak, but just looked at his sad expression, and her heart was hurting into a ball.

  ***

  Since that day, Mo Zhiyun hasn't visited Lu Heyun again, and the WeChat chat also stays at that good night.

   Until Chen Jing took the initiative to find her, the two sat down in a cafe near the company.

  The waiter delivered two cups of coffee and left. Chen Jing held the coffee cups with both hands but couldn't feel any warmth.

   "Mr. Mo, there is nothing between Mr. Lu and I. Last time he was acting on purpose to drive you away. Because of his body..."

   "I know." Before Chen Jing could finish speaking, Mo Zhiyun interrupted, with an extremely calm expression.

   "You, know?" Chen Jing raised her eyes to look at her, eyes full of disbelief.

   "I'm not a fool. His attitude has changed so much before and after. There is no other possibility other than the aggravation of his illness." Mo Zhiyun pulled his lips, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

   "Then...why don't you go to see him anymore?" Mr. Lu didn't say anything, but Chen Jing knew that he was still thinking about Mr. Mo.

  “His physical condition is getting worse and worse. If I go there often, it will only put more pressure on him.”

  Mo Zhiyun laughed again as he spoke, "He just likes to cocoon himself. He used to be like this to Wen Xingchen, and now he is like this to me. He wants to be a bad person, but he can't lose his conscience."

  He wanted to atone for his parents, but also wanted to be worthy of himself, so he was in a dilemma, and finally pushed himself to this point.

  Chen Jing fell silent.

  I always thought that Mr. Mo didn't understand Mr. Lu's heart, but it turns out that they have always been the people who understand each other best.

   "President Mo..." Chen Jing hesitated to speak, not knowing what to say.

  Mo Zhiyun took a sip of coffee before asking, "How bad is his condition?"

  Chen Jing didn't hide from her, and told the truth, "It's terrible, it may happen at any time..."

   She didn't say the latter words, but Mo Zhiyun understood.

   "Is there still no suitable donor for surgery?" Mo Zhiyun asked.

  Chen Jing shook her head, "The platform has put Mr. Lu's match as the first priority, and I have also contacted all the friends I can contact, but there has never been a suitable donor."

  Mo Zhiyun's heart sank to the coldest place, and the hand holding the cup couldn't help but clenched tightly.

  Chen Jing persuaded: "If you can, you should go and see him. He doesn't say anything, but he looks at the door every day. Every time the door of the ward opens, disappointment will well up in his eyes."

  You know what he is looking forward to and what he is disappointed without asking.

  Mo Zhiyun remained silent and did not answer. He looked sideways at the trees outside the window, and buds sprouted from the bare branches.

  Everything has begun to recover and is full of vitality, but why some people still can't wait for spring.

  ***

  Lu Heyun's body is getting weaker day by day, and sometimes he will be tired after sitting for a long time, so he can only lie down.

   Helpless and helpless, he looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, waiting for the coming of death day by day.

   dong dong.

  There was a knock at the door.

  He came back to his senses, and squeezed out a word in a hoarse voice: "Enter."

  (end of this chapter)