Chapter 884 Wife, I'm Sorry

In the ward, Zhou Yao stood in front of the bed, looking down at the woman lying on the bed.

The woman's slender eyelashes were hanging down quietly. She was sleeping with her eyes closed. Her long black hair was spread on the snow-white pillow, and her delicate little face was as white as jade. There was no blood on her face, and she was very pale. Sickly white.

In Zhou Yao's mind, he thought of her various appearances since the two met, whether she was coquettish or overbearing, which made her anxious. Her beautiful gray eyes turned angrily. Of course, she would also stare at him tenderly with a pool of spring water in her mouth. he…

He was fascinated by her various appearances, joys and sorrows.

It's just that this is the first time she has been lying on a hospital bed like this. She is a fearless young lady. She didn't expect that one day she would be hurt like this.

He knew that this time he had deeply hurt her heart.

Zhou Yao slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her face, but his hand froze in mid-air. His hand that had just smashed the glass was bleeding, and there were blood stains on it. He felt disgusted by the sight of it, so he refused to dirty her...

He bent down and came close to her face. Her breathing was very shallow, and there was a fragrance in his nostrils.

He closed his thick and hard long eyelashes in fascination, and then pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm sorry..." He murmured in a low voice, and a crystal-hot teardrop overflowed from the corner of his narrow eyes and fell on her eyelids.

Leng Zhiyuan, who had her eyes closed, trembled slightly, and then two lines of clear tears quickly fell from the corners of her eyes.

This night was sleepless and full of sadness.

…

At six o'clock in the morning, three people hurriedly came to the corridor. Mr. Zhou was walking very quickly with a cane. Zhou's father was afraid that he would fall and quickly supported his arm and followed behind. Zhou's mother was still wearing pajamas and a cotton coat. .

As soon as Zhou Yao came out of the ward, four people bumped into each other in the corridor.

Mr. Zhou's mustache was so angry that he looked crooked. He glanced at the closed door of the ward and then at the quiet corridor. He whispered in a low voice, "Come here!"

Zhou Yao walked over and said, "Grandpa."

"Hmph," Mr. Zhou snorted coldly, "The news I just got is that Zhiyuan...had a miscarriage?"

When the word "miscarriage" was mentioned, Mr. Zhou slammed his crutch on the ground twice, his heartache palpable.

Zhou Yao's face showed no expression, as silent as a jar of ancient water. He nodded, "Yes."

"You!" Mr. Zhou raised his cane and was about to hit Zhou Yao, but he suddenly became dizzy and staggered back two steps.

"grandfather!"

"Dad!" Zhou's father and Zhou's mother quickly supported Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou took a breath to adjust his breathing. He raised his head and glared at Zhou Yao. He already hated iron and said, "You are almost 28 years old. Grandpa will not beat you anymore. After all these years of beating you, you have not improved at all. Men get married first and then start a career. If you can’t even protect your wife and children, how can you protect the country? Are you worthy of the title of Major General?”

Zhou Yao pursed his thin lips and said nothing. This was probably the most well-behaved time for him to listen to the old man's lesson.

Father Zhou glanced at Zhou Yao. Even though he had thousands of things to say, his son was old after all, and he sighed.

At this time, there was a series of steady footsteps behind him, and Leng Hao came. He was wearing a long black windbreaker with dew frost on his body. It was obvious that he had just finished handling things and was eager to see his sister.

Leng Hao walked up to them.

Mr. Zhou looked at Leng Hao and said, "We are very sorry about Zhiyuan. On behalf of my unfilial grandson, I apologize to you on behalf of the Zhou family. It was us who failed to protect Zhiyuan properly."

Leng Hao said nothing. He nodded politely to Mr. Zhou.

"I know about Father Leng," Mr. Zhou said with a serious face, his hands behind his back, "I believe that Father Leng will never be involved in the smuggling case. There must be something fishy about everything. Now our Zhou family Both the Leng family and the family are under investigation, don’t worry, we will always stand on the same front, and I will support Father Leng to the end.”

At this time, Leng Hao waved his hand, "The situation is complicated now. I understand the old man's wishes, but being tied together at this time will cause more trouble. I will find a way to handle the affairs of the Leng family and my father myself. The Zhou family A big tree attracts the wind. Now that you are under investigation, it does not rule out those who are interested in taking the opportunity to impeach you. It is best for us to separate. "

Leng Hao analyzed these words very thoroughly. Mr. Zhou thought for a moment and nodded, "But no matter what, we are in-laws, and this will never change."

"Okay, thank you, old man. I'm going to see my sister."

"please."

Leng Hao entered the ward.

Mr. Zhou and his father stood outside the door and watched for a while. Leng Zhiyuan was still sleeping. It was a troubled time for the Zhou family now, so they told Zhou Yao twice and went back first.

Zhou's mother stayed. She looked at Zhou Yao. Even if she had too many complaints, she couldn't say anything. The child was gone, and the parents were the most heartbroken. He was also sad in his heart, "I'm here to guard, and I'm cooking at home." If you have some porridge, the servant will bring it to you later. You go and wash yourself. I don’t like how sloppy you look.”

Zhou Yao was still wearing the camouflage uniform he wore when he went on a mission, which was already wrinkled. He had not cleaned himself, and his whole body was a bit unkempt.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at himself, "Okay."

He turned and left.

…

After a simple wash, Zhou Yao returned to the ward, and his mother's voice came to his ears, "Zhiyuan, this millet porridge is just right. Come, I'll feed you some."

"Women need to stay in confinement after miscarriage. There are many rules for this month. They cannot catch cold, cannot get out of bed immediately, and it is best not to read books or use electrical products. They should eat light food, eat less salt, and make more nutritious soup..." Zhou's mother muttered lovingly.

Zhou Yao slowed down his pace. Is she... awake?

He took two steps forward and saw her. Leng Zhiyuan had woken up. She leaned against the head of the bed with a soft pillow behind her. Zhou's mother was feeding her porridge.

The window in the ward was opened, and the morning sun came in little by little and shone on her, giving her a warm halo. She drooped her long eyelashes and ate the porridge fed by Zhou's mother obediently and quietly.

Zhou Yao felt his whole heart soften. This feeling was wonderful, like he had stepped into cotton candy with both feet.

He suddenly felt ridiculous again. He used to watch his eldest brother Lu Shao and Ning Qing being affectionate. Every glance was filled with lingering affection. Or it was like his third brother Luo Xi and Xia Xiaofu, who were tortured to death but still loved each other. At that time, he was so disdainful. Love was distressing. He was so comfortable alone.

He never thought that one day he would be like this to a woman, as if he would not be the same as before after looking at her.

"Zhou Yao, you are here?" At this time, Zhou's mother found him.