Han Zhiqing was stunned. Before she could speak, she heard Mo Junhao continue to say, "Silly girl, have you forgotten? I said, I will not ignore you, and I will never ignore you."

One sentence once again aroused the ripples that Han Zhiqing had finally calmed down, and her eyes couldn't help but feel warm again.

He patted his chest with distress and annoyance, and choked and said, "Are you an idiot?"

One sentence caused Mo Junhao to sneer powerlessly, and nodded at her without denying it.

Her hand gently stroked her delicate cheeks and said, "I have turned myself into an idiot when I meet you."

"You...Mo Junhao, you are such a real idiot."

She leaned on his shoulder with deep affection and gratitude in her eyes.

Only this idiot would take care of her, protect her, feel sorry for her, and pamper her like this.

It's only this big idiot. After being injured, you will only think about whether she was scared.

Only this idiot, who is so in this way, still only wants to comfort her and make her feel at ease.

He is a total idiot.

"Yes, I'm a big idiot, just for Han Zhiqing to become an idiot."

He gently embraced Han Zhiqing's shoulder, with deep affection in his blue eyes. Although he was powerless, he was extremely brilliant.

I have long recognized her. Who can I do if I don’t become an idiot for her?

I remember once accidentally heard a song, the general lyrics are-

Just for you, I can't escape even if I have nowhere to escape...

...

This life is for you, I would rather draw a jail for you. I will grow old slowly in the jail and show you my happy smile...

Now Mo Junhao has nowhere to escape because of her smile?

He painted a prison for her, and even if he sat in such a prison, he could smile happily.

He kissed Han Zhiqing's forehead emotionally, and his eyes were always so firm and never wavered.

Thinking of myself asking me if I would lose patience with her, it seems that the answer is already very obvious, right?

He decided that she was his destiny and gave her lifelong patience. Now that half of his life has not passed, how could he lose his patience?

At this moment, Han Zhiqing suddenly raised her head from his shoulder, reached out to help him up from the sofa, and said:

"I'll help you back to your room and lie down for a while."

"good."

Mo Junhao did not object. At this time, he knew best about his current situation.

In order not to worry her too much, he now does everything according to her wishes, as long as she can rest assured.

She helped her to lie down in the room and watched her carefully cover him with a quilt. Although she was not meticulous, it was enough for him.

At least, he knew that she had never done these things to any man.

His thin lips curled up slightly, and he raised a faint smile.

"Stay good rest, don't move around, be careful to pull the wound."

Before leaving, Han Zhiqing still ordered with concern.

"Well, I promise to listen to Director Han."

Although her handsome face was so pale that she didn't have any blood color, when she said this, it still made Han Zhiqing laugh out loud.

"I have never seen a person who is injured and is as happy as you."

She glanced at him angrily, walked to the door and opened the door, but turned around with concern:

"have a good rest."

"Um."

Mo Junhao nodded slightly to Han Zhiqing who turned his head at the door, his eyes filled with smiles.

She was right, he was very happy, even if he was injured.

For the first time she shed tears for him and lost her mind for him, how could he be unhappy?

It was not that he had seen her crying in front of him, but that was the first time he saw her crying for him. This kind of happiness was indescribable.

His eyes turned to the closed door, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.

Han Zhiqing walked out of the room and the smile that was originally raising her lips slightly lowered.

Her brows frowned slightly, and she sat down from the sofa with her lips and eyes with concern, but she never let go of her worries about Mo Junhao.

Sitting on the sofa, I was restless and changing seats, and I even became more and more irritable.

Her eyes turned toward the room. She paused for a moment, but stood up from the sofa and walked towards the room where Mo Junhao was sleeping.

He gently pushed open the door and saw Mo Junhao sleeping soundly on the bed, his face was still very pale, and some sweat was still oozing from his forehead.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she raised her feet and walked towards the bed quickly, "Hao?"

Her voice lowered a little, and she leaned her hands towards his forehead. The scorching temperature scared Han Zhiqing's eyes.

"Hao?"

She leaned close to Mo Junhao's ear and called softly, but the person on the bed did not react, just frowned, and his expression looked a little uncomfortable.

Han Zhiqing seemed a little helpless, standing in the room and wandering around but didn't know what to do.

The next second, she opened the door of the room and ran out in panic.

When I opened the door of the villa and saw that the farmer had passed by their door, I quickly called him: "Uncle."

"Yeah, it's you, by the way, how about that young man's injury? The robber was caught by us and went to the village chief, you..."

"Uncle, I want to ask where is the nearest hospital here?"

Han Zhiqing didn't have much intention to listen to him talking about the robber who had nothing to do with them. She frowned and anxiously interrupted the farmer.

Seeing her nervous look, the farmer was shocked: "Little girl, is that young man's injury serious?"

"Uncle, stop asking, please tell me where is the hospital?"

The uncle didn't dare to be negligent at this time. After glanced around, he frowned, "You people who came to vacation in the city are not watching the weather. The heavy rain yesterday collapsed our dirt roads. The hospital is in the town. It's hard for you to go out now."

"But...Uncle, what should I do now? I...I..."

When Han Zhiqing heard the farmer say this, she felt even more panicked when she was already anxious.

"Hey, hey, little girl, don't worry, you're here to wait. I'll call the doctor from our village clinic to show your husband. His medical skills are also very good, he..."

"Uncle, please help me."

Han Zhiqing was so anxious that she didn't have much time to listen to the farmer telling the doctor how good the doctor's medical skills were, and she didn't even bother to explain that the "husband" that the uncle said was not her husband.

Now, she just wants Mo Junhao’s injury not to cause other infections.

"Okay, okay, little girl, wait, I'll go right away."

The farmer's eyes were red when he looked at Han Zhiqing, and he didn't dare to neglect it. He put down the hoe in his hand and ran towards the village clinic.

Then, Han Zhiqing returned to the villa nervously, walked to the refrigerator, took out a small bag of ice bags and returned to the room where Mo Junhao was lying.

"Hao, you're fine. You promised me, you're not allowed to lie to me."

She red eyes, applied the ice bag to Mo Junhao's forehead, and said choking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Hao, it's all me..."

While she was helpless in wiping his sweat, she apologized while apologizing, tears kept pouring out of her eyes.

If she hadn't listened to him and insisted on letting him take a walk in the rain when it was raining, they wouldn't have met the robber, nor would he be injured to protect her.

This idiot, this idiot, how could she follow everything, and now she looks like this.

"Zhiqing, what's wrong?"

Mo Junhao's hoarse voice came from above her lowered head, causing her to suddenly raise her head.

"Silly girl, why are you crying again? Who bullied you?"

He reached out and wiped away the tears from her face, showing a weak smile to her, wanting to reassure her, even if such a pale and powerless smile was not at all convincing.

"You! It's you bastard!"

She cried and hugged his neck, crying more and more sadly.

"Mo Junhao, you bastard, why do you protect me like this, follow me like this, and make yourself like this, are you very happy?"

She buried her face in his chest, her tone filled with heartache.

Mo Junhao heard it in his ears, engraved in his heart, and sweet in his heart.

"Silly, why are there so many reasons? You are my woman. If you don't protect you or follow you, who will I protect you and who will follow you?"

He stroked her hair gently and said softly in her ear.
To be continued...