“I thought about it.”

Liang Shangjun's voice was very soft. He had proposed to resign last time, but he was scolded by those old guys, and in the end they even gave in.

He actually likes his current job very much, and Chunchun also said that he looks handsome and arrogant in military uniform, but just like Su Yuhuan said, his identity is inevitable...

**

The exquisite and beautiful wall lamp at the head of the bed exudes a soft orange light. Although the light is not bright, it has a unique tranquility and hazy beauty.

Xia Chun leaned on the bed, listening to music with the baby while waiting for the phone.

Finally, an hour later, the ringtone of the cell phone rang happily, and the affectionate and magnetic singing penetrated into the eardrums with an extremely pleasant sound:

Wife, I love you, Amitabha, bless you...

This is Liang Shangjun's version of wife, I love you, it was his a cappella. He sang very well, with a low magnetic baritone, and a affectionate singing, which was filled with happiness.

Her heart suddenly became wild. When her eyes touched the name flashing on the screen, her clear eyes were lit up instantly. She pressed the answer button eagerly and spoke anxiously:

"A gentleman, is it you?"

The radio waves conveyed her voice to the ears of men far away in H City. The soft voices of anxiousness, worry, nervousness, relief, etc., which were like a good medicine to apply to the wound on his body, instantly alleviating most of the pain in his body. A strong heat flowed across his heart, and a trace of gentle satisfaction appeared in the corner of his mouth, and the voice gently overflowed from his thin lips:

"Pure, it's me."

His voice was low and warm, and there was a hint of laziness. He could not hear the pain being suffered at all. He placed his phone on the bed sheet in front of him, and he lay on the bed, gently sewing the conversation on the screen. Although he was a distance of hundreds of miles, his two hearts were tightly leaning on each other.

Beside him, Su Yuhuan sat on the chair without any sense of existence, quietly not disturbing them on the phone.

Hearing his voice, Xia Chun's tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and the words overflowing red lips were still filled with tension and concern:

"Gentleman, where are you now and where are you injured?"

"A little injury, two pieces of broken glass were pierced with an arm. It doesn't matter, it will be fine in two days."

"Really, then how could your phone turn off?"

Xia Chun didn't believe it very much. Although his voice didn't sound strange, he spoke slowly than usual, and seemed to be a little tired.

"The phone fell into the water and broke. I bought another one temporarily. I heard you were worried. I just sent you a message. Don't think about it. I'm fine. Because some things at work have not been handled well, I have to go back two days later."

"Are you tired?"

Xia Chun asked softly, feeling a little distressed. He said before his business trip that he would be very busy. What a smart person Liang Shangjun is. He immediately followed her wishes and yawned in accordance with the situation:

"Yes, I didn't sleep well last night. Now I'm very sleepy. Chunchun. I'll get up early tomorrow. I'll take a shower and go to Minxin. I can only ask you to go to the hospital to accompany her and take care of her. I will go back early as soon as possible."

"Well, as long as you're fine, I'll go see Minxin tomorrow and accompany her more."

Regardless of whether he was injured or not, Xia Chun was away from home, and Xia Chun was unwilling to let him worry about his family. Shen Chenchen and Liang Lingjian were not at home. Although she was not recognized, she was determined to take care of Minxin.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work, and you must take good care of yourself and your baby. When you get back after you finish your work, I will accompany you."

Liang Shangjun yawned again, and he looked extremely tired. Xia Chun couldn't bear to let him work hard anymore, so he urged him to hang up the phone to rest. Liang Shangjun was reluctant to leave and asked her about her baby's condition.

After chatting for a while, I hung up the phone reluctantly.

"Gentleman, is it okay? Do you want to ask the doctor to take a look?"

Seeing that he finished the call, Su Yuhuan got up and took a towel to wipe his forehead. Because the cold sweat came out when he was talking on the phone just now, the effect of the medicine had just passed. When it was in pain, even speaking involved the pain in the wound. But in order not to make Xia Chun worry, he endured the pain on his body.

He actually talked to her for nearly ten minutes.

Liang Shangjun has already endured the limit, and his voice is a little weak and uncomfortable than before:

"No, I'll take a break."

"Okay, you can take a break, stop making trouble, and don't worry about the family. As long as you comfort Xia Chun, nothing else will happen."

"You go back."

"I'll leave tomorrow."

Su Yuhuan frowned slightly. He made a special trip to see if he was dead. He actually drove him away in a blink of an eye.

Liang Shangjun knew that it would be useless to say anything else, and he had exhausted little energy and really needed a good rest, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

**

"Chongchun, are we still going to H City?"

In the early morning, Aunt Zhu knocked on Xia Chun's door early in the morning and saw that she was wearing clothes. Thinking of what she said last night that she went to H City today, she asked with concern again.

Xia Chun looked good. She smiled slightly and shook her head and said:

"Aunt Zhu, don't go to H City. Junzi called back last night. He said he was just a little bit of a minor injury and was not seriously injured. We will go to the hospital to see Minxin later. Have you prepared breakfast for her?"

When Aunt Pig heard that the gentleman was fine, she immediately smiled with confidence:

"Then I'll do it now."

"No need, if you don't do it, forget it. Ahao will definitely let their aunt do it. Let's go to the hospital to see if there is any need before preparing."

**

Lu Lin rushed to H City Military Hospital in the middle of the night last night, but she couldn't even enter the hospital gate.

She had to stay in a hotel near the hospital for one night and went to the military hospital early the next morning, but was stopped by two soldiers at the door.

"I am your Minister Liang's friend. Go in and tell him that if he doesn't see me, I will call Xia Chun."

Lu Lin's threats were effective. One of them went in and asked for instructions and let her in.

Liang Shangjun has been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

When Lu Lin entered the ward, the attending doctor had just examined him.

Liang Shangjun was still lying on the bed. When she saw her look cold, she closed her eyes and ignored her.

"Brother Jun, I heard that you were injured and came last night. How could you be so seriously injured?"

Lu Lin looked worried and did not take Liang Shangjun's indifference seriously. She walked to the hospital bed and reached out to lift his quilt to look at his wound. But as soon as her hand touched the quilt, she heard Liang Shangjun stop him coldly:

"Don't touch it."

Her face froze, her hands were only a few centimeters away. After hesitating for two seconds, she did not forcefully lift his quilt. Instead, she squatted down and just faced him who was lying on the side, and asked gently:

"Brother Jun, it must be very painful, right?"

"Xiao Linzi, you go back."

Liang Shangjun frowned, but he still didn't dare to speak loudly, but the cold and weak tone made his heart feel cold.

When Lu Lin heard this, her face changed suddenly and she pursed her lips stubbornly:

"I won't go back. I'm going to come to see you. Brother Jun, I want to stay and take care of you. I will go back to City A whenever you recover."

She came overnight, how could she go back with a glance?

"I don't need your care."

Liang Shangjun's face sank, and he was touched by his anger. He tightened his eyebrows in pain again. Seeing this, Lu Lin hurriedly comforted:

"Brother Jun, don't be excited, it will involve the wound."

She reached out to grab his big hand hanging on the edge of the bed, but as soon as her and he touched him, he immediately avoided it. This action touched the wound on his arm again. Lu Lin couldn't help feeling sad when she saw that he treated him as a virus.

"You go."

Liang Shangjun said weakly, then turned his head inside, closed his eyes to rest, and no longer paid attention to her.

Lu Lin pursed her lips tightly, stared at the gauze wrapped around his arm, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke calmly:

"Brother Jun, I've found out."

As soon as she said that, Liang Shangjun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stiffened.

"Brother Jun, Xia Chun is not worthy of you."

Lu Lin said it directly. She was angry that he ignored her and was unmoved by her concern. She ran from afar and was unwilling to go back without any help.

The man lying on the hospital bed still didn't say anything, but from his stiff body, he could see that he was shocked and cared about it.

The door of the ward was pushed open from outside, and a nurse came in with the breakfast he bought for him. Lu Lin got up and took the breakfast from her hand, and listened to the nurse saying:

"Minister Liang had breakfast first, and then had some drip later."

"Okay, I'll feed him and call you later."

Lu Lin gave his orders for granted that the nurse was not sure about the situation, but did not hear Minister Liang object, so she nodded to Lu Lin and turned to leave the ward.

"Brother Jun, even if you don't want to pay attention to me, you still have to have breakfast. I'll feed you."

"I'll eat it myself."

Liang Shangjun was injured on his left arm, and his right hand was not injured. He could eat by himself, but he was lying in the direction of his left hand facing outward and his right arm facing the inside of the bed.

If you eat it yourself, you can only put the porridge on the bed.

Lu Lin raised a smile on the corner of her mouth, climbed onto the bed quickly, and despite his opposition, he placed the porridge bowl on the bed sheet beside him, and said gently:

"Brother Jun, if you can't eat it yourself, I'll feed you again."

**
To be continued...