"Then don't be in a hurry to come back tomorrow. Have a good rest and don't worry about me." Zheng Ling said.

"Zheng Ling, are you used to me not being by your side?"

Yan Zhengling didn't want him to worry, so she said, "I have a good life with Zhengzheng and Fengxian accompanying me."

Zhan Hanjue's brows stretched.

"That's good. Ahem..."

"Husband, you have a good rest. I won't disturb you anymore."

"Zheng Ling, talk to me..." Zhan Hanjue begged, like a big boy.

Han Bao tiptoed out and closed the door for daddy, leaving the quiet space for daddy and mommy.

Zhan Hanjue and Zheng Ling were lying on the bed, chatting on their mobile phones. They didn't know how long they chatted. Zheng Ling changed from a passionate state to occasionally responding, with a sense of confusion. Zhan Hanjue guessed that she was asleep.

, then silently put down the phone.

Yan Zheng and Fengxian were both very surprised when they heard that Zhan Hanjue was ill. "I always thought that he was an indestructible body made of steel. I didn't expect that he would also get sick?" Yan Zheng joked heartbrokenly.

Seeing Zheng Ling's anxious expression, Yan Zheng knew that his sister would be endlessly worried if she couldn't see Zhan Hanjue.

"When are you leaving?" Yan Zheng asked.

That night, Zhan Hanjue had a particularly hard time. The torture of the disease and the uneasy feeling about Zheng Ling kept him awake all night.

As for Yuncheng Zhengling, she didn't fall asleep at all. She listened to the coughs coming from the phone, and every sound touched her heart, making her whole heart tremble.

Then, Zheng Ling couldn't bear it anymore. She knocked on Yan Zheng Fengxian's bedroom door in the middle of the night, looked at them blankly, and said: "Zheng Zheng, Feng Xian, brother Jue is sick, and I want to return to the imperial capital."

Loss, sadness, and finally sadness.

"You left, but will you come back?" Boye asked.

Zheng Ling said: "Not necessarily. But grandma, if you miss me, you can come to the imperial capital to find me."

"Right now." Zheng Ling's eyes turned red.

Yan Zheng said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll book a flight ticket right away."

Zheng Ling went to the courtyard opposite to say goodbye to Grandma Boye. When Boye heard that she was going back to the imperial capital, he was so shocked that he could not speak for a long time.

But Zheng Ling gave her a key, which was like giving her a home. The imperial capital became familiar again in his mind.

Boye nodded, "If we are destined, we will meet again."

When Zheng Ling left, Boye suddenly took her wrist and said: "Jue'er keeps coughing. He must have bronchitis. I'll write you a Chinese medicine prescription and give you some food prescriptions. You can take good care of him."

, don’t leave the root of the disease.”

Zheng Ling thrust the key to the worry-free garden into Boye's hand, "This is the key to the worry-free garden for me and brother Jue. I'll wait for you there."

Boye held the key and was so excited that his eyes filled with tears.

Since leaving the Imperial Capital, her feeling towards the Imperial Capital has become unfamiliar with the passage of time.

Zheng Ling said gratefully: "Thank you, grandma."

Zheng Ling took a flight overnight and returned to the imperial capital at noon the next day. However, she did not go to see Zhan Hanjue immediately. Instead, she returned to Wuyou Garden, cooked a medicinal soup for Zhan Hanjue according to Boye's recipe, and then boiled it.

After eating lotus seed and lily porridge, I drove to Tourmaline.

At the same time, Yu Qianqian heard that Zhan Hanjue was ill, and she clamored to be discharged from the hospital. Zhan Tingcheng couldn't resist her, so she had to take Yu Qianqian, whose condition was relatively stable, home.


Chapter completed!