Bringing supplies to marry the leader who has no children, and the military wife who is easy to conc

No matter how heartbroken Zhou's mother was, she couldn't cry in front of her son because she had to save face.

Zhou's mother went back to her room and hugged her grandson for comfort. Her grandson was the best because he didn't give her any worries.

Xu Qingluo sighed and went to the kitchen to bring bath water to Zhou Yuheng's room.

Zhou Yuheng looked at his wife busying around.

He felt that the suffering and fatigue he had endured during this period of time were nothing.

"Ah Heng, just leave it there after you finish eating."

"I'll wash it."

"Ah."

Zhou Yuheng was indeed extremely tired. He was so tired that he was a little dazed even when walking.

Zhou Yuheng went back to his room to take a shower, and Xu Qingluo went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

When she returned to the room and saw the scar on Zhou Yuheng's back, she pursed her lips and went forward to rub his back.

Zhou Yuheng used to have tendon meat all over his body, but now it feels like ribs and is very sharp to the touch.

"How did you become so thin..."

"And these scars of yours."

Xu Qingluo touched the scar on his back, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Especially the gunshot scar on the shoulder is particularly obvious.

"Have you seen a doctor?"

Zhou Yuheng nodded, grabbed the hand on his shoulder, and comforted him softly.

"It has healed long ago."

"don’t worry."

Xu Qingluo hugged Zhou Yuheng's neck from behind, resting her head on the crook of his neck, speaking in a muffled tone.

"I know a lot of things you can't tell."

"But you will go on missions in the future."

"You must be careful, careful, and careful again."

"You are the father of two children now."

"But you can't work as hard as before."

Zhou Yuheng listened to his wife's words with an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

"I know."

“I’ve always kept that in mind.”

Zhou Yu was on the verge of life and death several times and thought about ending his own life.

If I die, those people won't be able to get anything out of my mouth.

But when he thought of the instructions his wife gave him before he left.

He just couldn't bear to do it.

He couldn't bear to leave his wife alone in this world.

And his two sons are not yet adults.

Every time Zhou Yuheng thought of his wife and two sons, he felt less pain.

"young married woman."

"Ok?"

Xu Qingluo tilted her head and looked at his profile.

Zhou Yuheng's profile has smooth lines, and the scar on his chin makes him look particularly ferocious.

Unlike his appearance, his language is so beautiful.

"Thanks a lot."

"It's not hard, as long as you come back safely."

Xu Qingluo smiled and kissed him on the chin.

Zhou Yuheng was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was filled with deep love.

.......

.......

Xiaoman and Xiaoyuan looked at the strange man in front of them with their eyes wide open, sitting on the kang in a daze.

Xiaoyuan pouted and cried, crawled behind her brother and hid, occasionally glancing at the strange man.

"Da da~"

Xiaoyuan pulled her brother's hand and kept shouting "Da Da", which meant her brother.

Xiaoman blinked, his eyes wide as copper bells, trying hard to maintain his responsibilities as a brother.

But this sense of responsibility did not last two seconds.

Xiaoman burst into tears, and Xiaoyuan started crying too.

Zhou Yuheng looked at his two sons who were crying loudly and stood there, not daring to move.

He didn't do anything, just looked at his two sons.

His two sons were frightened and cried.

Zhou's mother and Xu Qingluo heard the crying and ran in from the living room.

Seeing Zhou Yuheng and his two sons staring at each other, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Grandma's good grandson."

"Don't cry, don't cry, this is your dad."

"Don't you know me?"

"Didn't I show you the photos?"

Xu Qingluo held Xiaoman in her arms to comfort her. Every time Xiaoman cried, Xiaoyuan would howl too.

Only when Xiaoman is coaxed and Xiaoyuan sees that his brother has stopped crying will she slowly stop.

In Xiaoyuan's heart, his brother is better than himself. He doesn't cry easily and is also very strong.

But what if his brother cried too?

That means the two brothers are facing great danger, danger, danger!

Xiaoman was hiccuping, her head buried in her mother's arms, and she was unwilling to look at the strange man behind her.

"no no!"

No, Dad, Mom is lying.

Xu Qingluo held Xiaoman in his arms and took out the photos that he often showed them.

The photo she often showed her two children was the wedding photo of Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yuheng.

But Zhou Yuheng is thinner now, and looks quite different from the photo.

No wonder the two children couldn’t recognize him.

"No!"

Xiaoman firmly believed that his mother had lied to him, so Xu Qingluo had to change the subject.

Xu Qingluo looked at the photo in her hand, then looked at the man standing beside her, not daring to step forward.

I feel helpless and distressed.

Zhou Yuheng felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw his two sons' wary and cautious eyes.

"It's fine."

"Xiao Man and Xiao Yuan have been looking at your photos before."

"They recognize you as their father."

"But you're so thin now that mom and I can't recognize you."

"It's normal."

"If you spend some time with the two children, you won't feel alienated from them."

Xu Qingluo held Zhou Yuheng's hand to comfort him, so that he would not feel that his two sons did not recognize him as their old father.

Zhou Yuheng looked at his two sons in silence, curled the corners of his mouth and nodded at Xu Qingluo.

Zhou Yuheng looked at his two sons who were still crying loudly and left the room silently.

So that his two sons would not be frightened when they saw him.

Xu Qingluo felt indescribable emotions as she watched Zhou Yuheng leave.

This man loves his two sons very much, and he will probably shed tears now.

Xu Qingluo coaxed Xiaoman, and Xiaoman stopped crying, and Xiaoyuan also slowly stopped crying.

"Mom, I'm going to go see Ah Heng."

"Okay, let's go."

Zhou's mother also noticed that Zhou Yuheng was in a low mood.

She always felt that her son had something hidden in his mind after returning from this mission.

Xu Qingluo found Zhou Yuheng in the kitchen, where Zhou Yuheng was boiling water.

"Aheng."

"young married woman."

Zhou Yuheng poured the boiled water into the kettle. Xu Qingluo looked at Zhou Yuheng and was silent for a long time.

"Ah Heng, go for psychological treatment."

Zhou Yuheng paused in the air while pouring the water. He looked out the window without saying a word.

"I'll help you with psychotherapy."

"OK?"

Xu Qingluo walked forward, took the kettle from Zhou Yuheng's hand, placed it on the table, and held his bony hand.

Zhou Yuheng looked down at her, and when he saw the comfort in his wife's eyes, his voice trembled violently.

"it is good."

Xu Qingluo stroked his face with a smile. Zhou Yuheng bent down and lowered his head, resting it on her shoulder.

"I seem to be really sick."

"Qingluo."

The usually indestructible man, at this moment, is like a child who has found a lifeline.

Xu Qingluo gently touched his head.

She knows everything.

He must have suffered an unbearable injury outside, which is why he became so fragile.

"I am here."

"It's fine."