Chapter 422: Jealousy
Zhao Wu suddenly felt that he was holding a small round thing in his arms.
He opened his eyes and found that Bai Yongjing was not honest in sleeping. He rolled over from the kang and threw himself into his arms.
Zhao Wu had an indescribable illusion about Chu Xintian.
At the same time, when Zhao Wu saw the little guy sleeping next to him, he felt ashamed.
How could I have such thoughts about the mother of this child
Zhao Wu quickly regained his senses.
He stretched out his arm and gently stroked Bai Yongjing's head.
This little guy is so cute when he's asleep.
Ah Fu and Ah Lu saw that Bai Yongjing was not sleeping honestly, so they rolled to Zhao Wu's side, worried that they would run into Zhao Wu's wounds, so they stepped forward and wanted to take Bai Yongjing away from Zhao Wu.
"No, bring his quilt." Zhao Wu raised his hand to stop Ah Lu and Ah Fu, but let Bai Yongjing get close to him.
Zhao Wu's order, Ah Fu and Ah Lu naturally did not dare to disobey. They hurriedly dragged Bai Yongjing's futon to Zhao Wu's side, and then picked up Bai Yongjing and put him on the kang.
Zhao Wu also covered Bai Yongjing with his own hands to prevent him from being frozen.
He had just helped Bai Yongjing tuck the corner of the quilt, but before he could retract his hand, he was caught by Bai Yongjing.
Bai Yongjing grabbed Zhao Wu's arm tightly, put his little face on it, and muttered:
"Father"
Although Bai Yongjing's voice was small, it was quiet in the room in the middle of the night. Zhao Wu clearly heard the word "father".
He immediately felt something press against his chest.
Although he knew that Bai Yongjing was asleep now, all he said was in his dreams.
But Zhao Wu thought that if he could become Bai Yongjing's father, it would be a good thing
If his son is Bai Yongjing and his wife is Chu Xintian, how good it would be to be able to live a happy life with them, the three of them
But Zhao Wu also knew that this kind of thing was impossible.
Chu Xintian and Lu Weichuan are engaged. No matter how much he likes Chu Xintian and how much he wants Bai Yongjing to be his son, he can't force himself to come.
Young Marshal Zhao Jiajun can't do such a thing no matter what.
However, Zhao Wu believes that in the near future, Chu Xintian will marry Lu Weichuan, and this cute little guy in front of him will also call Lu Weichuan his father.
There was an indescribable pain in his heart.
It was as if all the internal organs had been hit hard by something.
He knew it was jealousy.
As the young marshal of the Zhao family's army, he was a great hero on the battlefield. He was even jealous of Lu Weichuan.
Zhao Wu closed his eyes again with mixed feelings, but this night, he thought of these messy things, tossed and turned, and never fell asleep again.
After breakfast the next day, Zhao Wu felt that he couldn't stay on the kang all the time, so he proposed to go out for a walk.
He had been lying on the kang for three days and three nights. If he doesn't go out, I'm afraid he'll be covered in hair.
Ah Fu and Ah Lu heard Zhao Wu say that he wanted to go out for a walk and wanted to stop him. They were worried that his injuries were not very good. I'm afraid that the action will be too big and pull the wound.
But Zhao Wu insisted on going out. Ah Fu and Ah Lu had no choice but to greet Chu Xintian and ask her to help Zhao Wu check it out.
Chu Xintian was called to the Westinghouse to check Zhao Wu's body.
Although Zhao Wu had a headache yesterday morning and had several wounds on his body, Chu Xintian helped him deal with them in time, and then smeared a layer of magic potion on the wound. After nearly a day and a night of rest, the wound was almost healed.
Zhao Wu's pulse was stronger than before. It seems that the medicinal porridge that Chu Xintian boiled for him in the past two days has played a great role.
"Zhao Shaoshuai's wound is recovering well. Going for a walk, getting some fresh air, and basking in the sun will make him feel better and good for his recovery. ”。
Listening to Chu Xintian's words, Ah Fu and Ah Lu both breathed a sigh of relief.