"I just want to see if your fever has subsided, so don't look at me so cautiously." He explained in a faint voice, and the next second paused palm was pressed on her forehead, and the other hand was pressed on his own head.

A few seconds later, he withdrew his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay."

Jiang Yao knew that he must have known on the phone that she had a fever, and then rushed back from the county train station. Perhaps, after getting off the bus in the town, he ran home. There was wet sweat in his palms, and the temperature was so hot that it seemed to burn her forehead.

She asked herself, Jiang Yao, in the past, was your heart beaten by iron? Or did you never have a heart? With such Lu Xingzhan, how could you be willing to escape from him? How could you be willing to torture him with cold violence for eleven years?

"Lu Xingzhi..." Jiang Yao called his name softly. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly reached out and hugged the person in front of her.

A person suddenly bumped into his arms. Lu Xingzhi could almost be described as a dumb chicken. He was stunned on the spot, straight, with his waist upright and allowed Jiang Yao to hold it. His hands subconsciously wanted to support her waist, but he stopped it again.

At this moment, the land journey in Congo was as if it was facing a great enemy, but I didn't know how to deal with it.

"Are you wronged at home?" The two have been married for a year, but Lu Xingzhi has never been hugged by Jiang Yao, nor has she been dependent on her. He could feel that she was always wandering outside of this marriage, as if she was outside.

So, when she hugged him in this posture, his subconscious reaction was that she was unhappy in this family? Is it because when he was not at home, no one protected her and she was wronged?

"Are you quarrel with mom?" Lu Xingzhi asked softly.

His concerns were unreasonable. When he insisted on marrying Jiang Yao, Lu's mother was very angry and always despised Jiang Yao for being too young. During the period after marriage, Jiang Yao was indifferent to him and Lu's mother was even more resentful.

"You may not know my mom's temper very well. She is just a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart. When you nag you, just go in and out of your left ear. I will say to my mom and tell her not to make things difficult for you." Lu Xingzhi's temper is not good, probably because he gave all his patience to the woman in his arms.

"No." Jiang Yao denied repeatedly.

Although Lu's mother Li Guizhi didn't like her daughter-in-law very much, she did not make things difficult for her.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yao answered. Lu Xingzhi's eyebrows relaxed a little and would talk to him, which means that it was not him who made her unhappy.

Jiang Yao let go of Lu Xingzhi, looking at his uncomfortable appearance, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't know how bastard she used to be so that he could be flattered to the point of self-doubt just because of her hug.

Jiang Yao remembered that little soldier said that when he was fine in the army, he would always visit her in the village, but she had never seen him in two years.

Lu Xingzhi, at this time, what she was holding was the living Lu Xingzhi, the one who loved her, but never told her that Lu Xingzhi, who loved her, ran all over the world, the one who loved her, so much that she dared not appear in front of her. When she arrived at the small mountain village where she was, she only dared to secretly see her, and never dared not appear in front of her. It was the one who stood in front of her, but she still had to lower her head to hide his existence.
Chapter completed!