Only leave the moment of relaxation to the other party, and try not to cause any psychological pressure on the other party. This is the tacit understanding that Pei Jing and his wife need not express at this moment.
He Zhimian didn't want Pei Jing to add another trouble because of her family, and Pei Jing didn't want to make Zhimian more worried because of the increasingly cumbersome things in the hospital.
After turning off the video with a smile, and saying how much they cherish each other, He Zhimian comforted Lele to play Lego on the game rug, and then quickly flashed into the bathroom of the master bedroom.
Looking out from the window inside, the clear sky and the melting sunlight seem to be the same. He Zhimian pulled down the curtains, stared up at the dark place next to the bathroom heater on the ceiling, motionless.
In the dark, his eyes were anxious, and when he thought of Pei Jing's face in the video just now, his heart sank. There were more and more strangle marks on Pei Jing's face, and they all used Bondi Glue is covered.
Even if she couldn't see the scar under the tape, Zhi Mian knew that it must be in excruciating pain, and almost no part of her face was intact.
The cigarette butt flickered on and off in the dark, and the little sparks fluctuated and trembled slightly with He Zhimian's mood. Looking sideways from the oval mirror in the bathroom, it looks like a snake that is winding and coiling.
This is the cigarette he bought from a convenience store when he went out to carry rice. These days and nights, he also gradually suffered from insomnia. As long as he thought of Pei Jing, he would toss and turn and couldn't sleep.
In the past, when Pei Jing was preparing for pregnancy, Zhimian specially quit cigarettes for the health of the family. This is the first cigarette he has smoked in four years.
The smoke was swallowed into the throat bit by bit, and the warm breath lingered. I don't know if it's because I haven't smoked for a long time, but I feel a little itchy in my throat after I swallow it.
He frowned, trying his best to suppress the thought of coughing, but in an instant, smoke burst out from his nostrils and mouth, and he sneezed twice.
"Zhimian, what's the matter?" Mother Pei hurriedly knocked on the door to ask when she heard coughing just after she came back from shopping for groceries.
He Zhimian hastily stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it into the toilet, and then pushed open the sliding door of the bathroom: "Mom, it's okay, I just accidentally choked."
Mother Pei was almost staggered by the oncoming smell of smoke, she hurriedly covered her nose, and pushed Lele out of the house, "Oh, why are you smoking so well, this child is still in the room, smelling it Second-hand smoke is not good."
Zhi Mian said embarrassingly: "It's my fault. I became addicted to smoking for a while, so I will definitely not smoke next time."
Pei's mother fanned her hands desperately, ran to the window and pulled up the curtain to open the window for ventilation: "I want to smoke later, so I go downstairs to buy oil and rice and smoke a couple of puffs to enjoy myself. But it's not good to smoke too much, your health is important." .¡±
"Well, I see, thank you Mom." He Zhimian murmured.
"Zhimian, you guys don't you have something to hide from me?" The moment Mother Pei left, she suddenly turned around and asked, "If you and Jing'er are a little unhappy, it's normal for you to quarrel occasionally. But husband and wife don't have an overnight feud, and they can't get angry and hurt their feelings."
"Hey, mom, how can it be? It's definitely not a matter of quarreling. You worry too much. I just think that Pei Jing will be busy in the hospital, but I can't help, so I feel a little depressed. It's nothing serious, don't worry." Zhi Mian turned slightly to avoid Mother Pei's inquiring eyes. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com