That diary completely changed Zheng Ling's mind. Will Zheng Ling from a weak patient, into a strong wife. Zheng Ling changed from aimless passive and passive living posture to a strong woman who actively wanted to survive and wanted to embrace the world.

Zheng Ling cried for a long time, and finally opened the bedroom door. Lord Zhan stood at the door. I don't know how long he stood.

Zheng Ling saw that his eyes were crimson, and obviously he had cried. Thinking of a man who is not afraid of death, but afraid of his wife's illness and death, Zheng Ling feels how lucky she is. She gently walks up to him, hugs his waist and throws herself into his arms.

"Husband." She cried out with emotion.

Zhan hanjue was stunned. Zheng Ling grew up. It was a deep-rooted habit to call him brother Jue. How could he suddenly change his name to husband?

Zheng Ling raised his small head, "I'll call you husband."

Zhan hanjue squinted at the charming eyes, "you like it

Zheng Ling asked him, "don't you want to know why?"

Zhan hanjue simply felt that he didn't like to be an old man, as if he didn't deserve the beauty of Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling explained, "the opposite grandmother and grandfather call each other's wife, wife's wife, keep each other's old partner. That's a good title

Zhan hanjue suddenly realized that Zheng Ling called him husband, so he wanted to accompany him to old age?

In an instant, all the blockage had been cleared up, and the warlord hugged Zheng Ling and kissed her lips like a storm.

"I like you to call me husband." Said the warlord.

Zheng Ling hugged him and nodded with a smile.

"Well."

It's like a storm, coming quietly and walking quietly.

After kissing, Han Jue was sitting on the sofa with Zheng Ling in his arms. He looked at Zheng Ling suspiciously with a pair of enchanting eyes. "Why do you say I look like an old lady?"

Zheng Ling was stunned. It seemed that the old man in front of him was the famous Mr. Boye.

Zheng Ling stretched out his hand, touching the cheek of Han Jue with warm fingers, describing his delicate eyebrows and eyes, "I often think secretly, what will you look like when you are old?"

"I look like my father. I think I'll look like him when I'm old. "

"Although you and dad look like each other, after all, you with different lives and different experiences must have infected different wind and frost. Your father has been imprisoned for many years. His heart is dark and bitter. Your mother seems to care less about him and spend more energy on you, so he should be lonely Zheng Ling suddenly put his arms around the neck of the warlord, "and I won't let you feel lonely and lonely."

Zhan hanjue's heart overflowed with sweet spring, "I know that my Zhengling has always lived in my heart, and I will never be lonely."

Zheng Ling blinks the pupil of obsidian, so that the face is like a jade, beautiful without any defects. "Husband, I am the only one who makes trouble in your heart. Will you really not lose heart?"

What's the meaning of this?

Is it to make him accept the affection that destroyed her?

"I am not lost. It's enough for me to have you. "

There was a sense of evasion in his eyes.

Zheng Ling held his face and forced him to face her face, "husband, I am very grateful for your sacrifice for me. But I love you, I don't want you because I lost a lot, on the contrary, I hope you get more because of me. That's the right way to like someone. "

Han Jue swallowed his saliva, "so, are you persuading me to return to the imperial capital?"

Zheng Ling nods. "I just want you to know that I don't exclude going back to the capital."

However, Han Jue was very resistant, and refused, "no, I can't go back to the imperial capital now. Your body is not fully recovered, and I can't guarantee whether my mother will sincerely repent and accept you again. I can't let you take a risk until all the uncertainties are settled. "

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