Chapter 89 I want to live together and marry him

   Today is different from the past, Pei Zhi did not dare to directly agree to her request: "You talk about it first."

  Lin Jiao pressed close to his chest: "I think after I am discharged from the hospital this time, I will move in with you."

  The time they spent together in their last life was too short.

   Now that they meet and fall in love again, she just wants to make up for all the regrets she once had.

   "Beautiful, you can only live together if you are married."

   "Then let's get married."

  “…”

   Pei Zhi's brain seemed to be stirred up and down by a wooden stick, making his mind more confused than before.

  If she said this when she was sober, he would definitely go home immediately to get the household registration book.

   Unfortunately, she was not sober.

   Pei Zhi sighed helplessly: "When you are twenty-five years old, shall we get married again?"

"why?"

   "It's not good to get married too early."

   "But..." She married him as soon as she was in her previous life, and she didn't feel anything wrong.

   "But what?"

  Lin Jiao was afraid that he would eat his own vinegar without any memory, so he simply didn't mention the past.

   She pursed her lips: "But I don't want to wait too long."

   Pei Zhi is not.

   He stretched his stiff legs out of the quilt, bent his knees, and talked to her.

   "姣姣." He turned his eyes to meet her gaze: "I haven't lived with you enough in the two-person world, and I don't want to have children too early."

   "We can take it first."

   "That doesn't work either, I have no self-control."

  Lin Jiaochou arrived.

   She thought about it for a long time and couldn't come up with a countermeasure, until Shen Yi appeared, and the sadness was swept away.

   "Are you going to sleep?" Shen Yi looked at Pei Zhi who was frozen on the bed like a mummy, and covered his smile with a few soft coughs.

   Zhou Yanshen also felt uncomfortable.

   He walked to the hospital bed and patted the leg hanging outside: "Mr. Pei, aren't you cold?"

   "Not cold." Pei Zhi glanced at him.

   He sat up against the guardrail and was about to ask about the surveillance, when the person in his arms preempted him.

   "Shen Yi, I have something to ask you."

"You ask."

  Lin Jiao organizes the language: "How can we avoid having a child?"

   "Poof—"

   Zhouyan deep gushed out a mouthful of water.

   He grabbed his collar and coughed a few times, then put down the cup when he was relieved, and said in disbelief, "Did I hear it right?"

   "No." Lin Jiao lifted the damp quilt and never blamed him: "Brother Yan, drink slowly next time so you don't choke on your trachea."

   Zhou Yanshen only heard the phrase 'no'.

   He looked at the expressionless Pei Zhi: "Why are you talking about having children?"

   "Just chat if you want." Lin Jiao cast her eyes on Shen Yi again, expecting him to give an answer.

  Shen Yi answered from the doctor's point of view: "There is a thing called a balloon, don't you know?"

   "He doesn't want to use it."

  “…”

   Pei Zhi was paralyzed backwards and accepted.

   "Mr. Pei, do you want to try ligation?" Shen Yi leaned against the wall and gave serious advice.

   "Ligation? Surgery?"

"right."

   "That won't work." Lin Jiao was reluctant to let him suffer, so she was silent: "Is there any other way?"

   Shen Yi retracted the words he was about to blurt out under a warning look: "The best way is to use a balloon."

   "We'll talk about this later."

   Pei Zhi took her into his arms, saving her from asking again.

   He adjusted the pillow behind his waist and asked something he didn't have time to ask: "Have you found him?"

   "No news yet."

   Zhou Yanshen and Shen Yi went to the sofa next to him and sat down.

   He thought about it again and again, and asked Lin Jiao in an extremely euphemistic way: "Jiaojiao, why didn't you go home after get off work today?"

   "I'm back."

   "Then how did you hit your head?"

  Lin Jiao frowned, trying to find out important information from that vague memory.

   But somehow, the more she thought about it, the more she got a headache.

   "Forget it if you can't remember." Pei Zhi stroked her eyebrows, letting her thoughts return to the cage.

   He handed her the phone and changed the subject: "Look where the takeaway is."

   "Hmm." Lin Jiao lit the screen.

   Taking advantage of this time, Pei Zhi called them to the balcony to discuss the matter.

  Zhou Yanshen asked when his voice fell, "When are you going to speak with Pei Yilan?"

"tomorrow."

   "That's good." He moved his neck from side to side: "You stay with her, we'll be back first."

   Pei Zhi sent them away.

   He picked up the takeaway on the nurse's desk, returned to the ward and put it on the medical table: "Jiaojiao, eat first."

  Lin Jiao returned the phone to him.

   She first dug out a spoonful of cake and brought it to her mouth, then stretched out her hand to feed him: "Try it."

  The sweet but not greasy taste spread out, Pei Zhi swallowed it, and it seemed to be sweet from the throat to the heart.

   He refused to feed her again, inserted the straw into the milk tea paper seal, and put it in front of her: "I'm going out to buy makeup remover."

   "Then come back quickly."

"it is good."

  Lin Jiao ate the cake and drank the milk tea, and stared in the direction of the door like a star.

   When he came back with the stars and the moon, she leaned back and waited for him to remove her makeup.

   "It's time to go to bed." Pei Zhi gave her a wash, leaned over to her side and turned off the overhead light.

   Seeing that he was going to the sofa, Lin Jiao grabbed the corner of his clothes and dragged him back: "This bed is not too small, let's sleep together."

   "I'm afraid of accidentally touching your injury."

"It's ok."

   Pei Zhi could no longer refuse.

   He took off his shoes and socks and lay on the bed with her, using his thin arms as pillows for her.

   "Beautiful, good night."

   "How about a good night kiss?"

  Lin Jiao slowly raised his head.

  The soft moonlight spreads with those pair of fox eyes that are looking forward to it, and it is easy to make people feel soft when they look at it.

   Pei Zhi really softened.

   He put a kiss on her forehead, full of affection but not charming: "Good boy, go to sleep."

   "Don't forget to kiss you good morning tomorrow."

"Won't."

   After receiving his response, Lin Jiao closed her eyes with joy, and fell asleep with peace of mind wrapped in the faint scent of cypress.

  The breath from her nose sprayed on the side of Pei Zhi's neck, like a hook scorched by the scorching sun, brushing his skin with the innocuous tip of the hook, coaxing him to trick him into letting him be willing to take the hook.

   He sighed slightly, and his hands around her waist gradually tightened. Under this sweet torture, he accompanies her to sleep.

   "Boss, the chicken soup is here." Qu Shao went to the hospital early in the morning with a heat preservation bucket.

   He first asked about Lin Jiao's situation, and then he was relieved to make sure that she was not in serious trouble: "This is what I stewed this morning, enough for the two of you to drink together."

   "Thank you." Pei Zhi's thank you was very sincere.

   After wiping Lin Jiao's face, he turned his head and walked into the bathroom to wash up, leaving Qu Shao alone to stare at her.

   Qu Shao saw the sweetness lingering in her brows and eyes, and suddenly had a guess: "Miss Lin, what did the boss say to you?"

   "Just now?"

  Lin Jiao spoke unhurriedly under his gossip eyes: "He didn't say anything, just kissed me."

  Qu Shao's pupils shrank: "Dear...?"

   (end of this chapter)