After returning home, Zhan Hanjue quickly sat down in front of Zheng Ling, beat her legs and massaged her tense muscles.

"Are you tired?" Zhan Hanjue asked tentatively.

Zheng Ling nodded, "I'm a little tired."

Zhan Hanjue's face turned ashen for an instant, and he felt as if he was on the verge of death and the end of the world was approaching.

Zheng Ling noticed that Zhan Hanjue's expression was too serious and realized that he might have made a fuss about her body again.

Zheng Ling sighed secretly, she had to find a way to eliminate the knot in his heart.

During dinner, Zhan Hanjue's appetite was obviously not good.

Yan Zheng also teased him, "With a body of seven feet, he eats less than a cat. No wonder he is getting thinner and thinner."

Fengxian glared at Yan Zheng, "Say less."

He hated himself for not being able to mediate the conflict between Zheng Ling and his mother, causing them to hurt each other.

He was afraid that the flames of hatred would burn endlessly and eventually burn the two women he cared about most to ashes.

Zheng Ling suddenly opened the door of the master bedroom and walked in with a glass of warm milk.

Zheng Ling looked at Zhan Hanjue's thin face and recalled Yu Qianqian's accusations against her. She suddenly felt that Yu Qianqian was not entirely unreasonable.

At least, brother Jue's weight loss was indeed caused by her.

After dinner, Zhan Hanjue returned to the master bedroom listlessly. Instead, he sat on the bed in a daze.

"Zheng Ling, sleep with me tonight."

Zheng Ling couldn't help but said: "Okay."

He stood up unsteadily, but Zheng Ling suddenly ran towards him. Then she jumped on him. One hand was like an octopus' paw holding his neck, and her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Husband, let's have a glass of milk."

Zhan Hanjue didn't take the milk, but was thinking to himself.

Zhan Hanjue thought that he had basically recovered from his cold and would not infect Zheng Ling. He also thought that Zheng Ling would fight with her mother during the day, fearing that she would suddenly suffer from depression. He was worried about her sleeping alone tonight.

"Brother Jue, are you worried about my health?" Zheng Ling blinked her beautiful obsidian eyes.

He is full of energy, his eyebrows and eyes are flying. There is no sluggish feeling of anxiety or depression at all.

Zhan Hanjue said, "I'm afraid that your old illness will relapse, and I'm even more afraid that you will do something stupid. I'm afraid that if I blink, you will disappear."

Like an energetic little beast.

Lord Zhan Han was dumbfounded.

The dark and depressed emotions became inexplicably brighter because of her liveliness.

"This is a reward for you to drink Chinese medicine obediently." She smiled.

Zhan Hanjue was like drinking the most beautiful nectar, "Continue."

...

Zheng Ling hugged him tightly and comforted him softly: "Brother Jue, I will be where you are. Don't worry, I won't leave you without your permission."

"Yeah." Zhan Hanjue was relieved.

Zheng Ling took a sip of milk and then covered his lips...

In the middle of the night, Zhan Hanjue suddenly received an emergency call from Zhan Ting City.

"Han Jue, your mother suddenly fainted. The family doctor said that she may be helpless. You should come back quickly to see her for the last time."

"Okay, I'll be right back."


Chapter completed!