Chapter 2828

Want you to pay more attention, want you to pay more attention.

If If you give him a little love, he will be more satisfied.

In this life, I will die without regret.

"Junhua, don't think about it. We're going to be husband and wife soon, aren't we?"

It's only a five minute drive from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

They will soon become legal couples.

What is he worried about?

What is he still afraid of?

Is she not good enough to keep him safe?

Chuyu is in a heavy and complicated mood. She raises her hand and holds his arm. The voice is gentle and slow. "Junhua, if I let you feel insecure, you should tell me. I know, I still have a lot of places to do well enough, you can remind me, I will change. Really. "

"No, I don't mean to blame you."

Chen Junhua said, raising his hand and supporting his forehead in frustration, "you misunderstood me."

"Misunderstanding?"

"Forget it. Let's pause the topic."

Chen Junhua shrugged easily, with a slight chagrin in his voice. "I think I need to stop and have a good chat with you."

"Stop?"

"Yes." Chen Junhua's vision is blurred. He dare not be bold.

He died, but she could not.

He is a dying man. He can't make fun of her life.

”Junhua, it's almost the Civil Affairs Bureau. The first 100 meters is "

" OK, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first. "

Shen Junhua blinks hard, using the dim light to move forward slowly.

Stop the car steadily. Chen Junhua is not in a hurry to get off the car, let alone register.

He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath of relief. He untied his seat belt and looked at him doubtfully: "Junhua, are you tired?"

"Well, a little." Chen Junhua rubbed his forehead and said, "talk to me."

He wanted to His time is really running out.

At this last time, he hopes to listen to her voice and leave.

He had heard that when a man died, he would go through a long dark tunnel alone, where he could not reach for his fingers.

There, loneliness and terror follow.

With her warm voice, he thought, he would not be afraid.

She It is always his firm strength to stick to it.

What's more, his belief in survival.

"What would you like to talk about?" Chuyu tilted his head slightly and looked at him.

His face didn't look right. He put out his hand and gently stroked his face. "Junhua, are you uncomfortable? Is it sick? "

"No, it's just a high concentration and a little tired. Don't be nervous."

His explanation sounds so feeble.

How can we not be nervous and worry about the first language?

His body is not healthy, and she doesn't know when it will happen.

When will he be exhausted by the unbearable pain of ordinary people.

"Then tell me, what's this?"

Chen Junhua has a headache. He can't see clearly. He guesses how many fingers she will stick out

God bless him to guess.

He doesn't want to frighten the girl to tears. If she tears, he will be sad.

"Two."

The heart of the beginning language slightly put down some, "then this?"

"Fist."

When Chen Junhua heard a long breath, he secretly congratulated himself that God had let him guess.