Ten minutes, ten minutes...

At such a life and death moment, he did everything he could to send her such a text message.

Just to tell her that he won't leave her.

Just to let her know that he wanted to hold her hand and turn from a wife to an old woman;

Just want to make her wait for him to come home.

"Mo Junhao, you fool, you are a fool..."

Holding the blood-stained cell phone, Han Zhiqing sat at the desk and couldn't help crying again.

"I will wait for you, waiting for you to hold my hand, and turn from a wife to an old lady. Mo Junhao, I want to be your wife, have you heard that? I want to be your wife..."

Another month passed, and Han Zhiqing's belly was already very obvious, but Mo Junhao still did not wake up.

No matter what she said in his ear every day, he didn't respond.

"Mo Junhao, you haven't woken up yet, when will you sleep until two months?"

She sat beside his bed and spoke unhappily.

The person on the bed still had no reaction, but she still didn't feel tired, and continued to talk to herself beside him:

"Don't think that I've handled your work for you, and you can pretend to be sleepy and be lazy and not wake up. I tell you, if your son gets tired and see if he will be filial to you in the future."

She held his hand, and the originally brisk joke became helpless and choked in the next second:

"Hao, I saw your text message. I have been waiting for you. Have you heard it? I have reached out to hold me. I have been waiting for you..."

"You said that you will let go of my hand when I am tired. Now, I am not tired yet, are you starting to get tired?"

"Mo Junhao, I finally got the courage to love someone. I won't let go so easily, and I won't let you go so easily!"

She took his hand and put it on her bulging belly, raised the corner of her mouth, "Do you feel it? He has been more than five months now and will know that he has kicked someone. When he becomes naughty, he will kick me several times. Shouldn't you, a daddy, wake up and teach him a lesson? He is bullying now, but your wife."

On the hospital bed, Mo Junhao's brows were locked again, the eyeballs under his eyelids were rotating violently, and his face was filled with pain and struggle.

Han Zhiqing didn't see it. When she raised her head from her lower abdomen again, the expression on Mo Junhao's face had returned to calm.

"Hao, after I said so many things, can't you give me some reaction? Are you punishing me?"

She stroked Mo Junhao's bloodless face with heartache, and her tears were hazy.

Sitting beside Mo Junhao for a long time, after that, she sighed silently, leaned in his ear and continued:

"Since you still want to be lazy for a while, I'll work for you for a while, and I'll go to the company first."

After falling down this sentence, she dropped a cold kiss on his forehead and walked out of the ward.

"Zhiqing!!!"

A few hours later, Mo Junhao's scream came from the huge ward, and he also frightened Catherine who came in from outside the door.

"Wilson, are you awake?!"

Catherine exclaimed incredible surprise, and tears of excitement surged out of her eyes instantly. She covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Two months, two months, her son finally woke up.

Seeing Mo Junhao taking off the syringe in his hand with an anxious look, he walked down from the bed weakly.

"Mom, where is Zhiqing? Where is my Zhiqing!!"

"Zhiqing...she went to the company...wilson, you just woke up, where are you going?"

Seeing Mo Junhao rush out of the ward building like crazy, when Catherine chased after him, Mo Junhao's shadow was gone.

"Zhiqing, I'm back."

He stopped a taxi and headed towards the DKS building. When the car stopped in the DKS building, Mo Junhao, wearing a sick suit, rushed into the DKS building, frightening all the employees passing downstairs.

"The president... is the president awake?"

Everyone was stunned to see Mo Junhao rushing into the elevator and heading straight to the 20th floor.

In the president's office, Han Zhiqing carefully flipped through the documents in her hand and gestured, and the door of the president's office was suddenly pushed open.

She didn't raise her head in the document. She held a pen and said to the person at the door:

"Save the documents here first, I'll read them later."

She reached out to her desk and buried her head in her busy documents again.

The expected footsteps did not appear. Han Zhiqing raised her gaze in a daze. When she saw the handsome man with a smile in her eyes at the door, the pen in her hand fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

Her lips trembled at the smile at the door, and she could only sit there stupidly, staring at him without blinking.

He even wiped his eyes with his hands in disbelief. Junyan, who thought it was an illusion, still appeared at the door. At this moment, he looked at her quietly with a doting smile on his lips.

"Hao?"

She sat in the office chair, her voice tremblingly, and she was a little scared in her eyes, fearing that this was just an illusion.

Finally, the person at the door made a move and saw him smiling and stepping towards her.

"President Han, are you here to greet me?"

A familiar and nice voice passed through Han Zhiqing's ears, and finally, tears that had been spinning in her eyes for a long time instantly surged out.

"Hao!"

She quickly stood up from the office chair and rushed towards Mo Junhao's arms that had been opened for her.

"Mo Junhao, you lazy guy, you finally woke up."

She threw herself into his arms, and the feeling of familiarity and greed in her dream came back.

"I couldn't wait to wake up when I heard someone say I wanted to marry me."

He hugged the person in his arms with a look of relief. Just when he was pressed under the car, he was so afraid that he would never have the chance to hug his girl, his Zhiqing.

Fortunately, he really kept the promise he made for her and didn't leave her alone.

"You know your personality. I woke up before I was about to marry someone else, otherwise... well!"

The second half of the sentence was blocked by Mo Junhao's lips. After a smug and kiss, Mo Junhao lowered his eyebrows, and his pale handsome face was still domineering.

"No, I won't allow you to marry someone else, I will definitely wake up."

He surrounded her body domineeringly, tightly, as if he was afraid that she would really remarry.

Han Zhiqing looked at his domineering and affectionate blue eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud, "If I say that I have been raped by someone, do you still want me?"

She never wanted to mention these things to Mo Junhao. That was the thing she didn't want to recall and the one she didn't want Mo Junhao to know the most, but now she wanted to face it with him.

Mo Junhao was stunned by the sudden question that came out of her, and then happily smiled from the bottom of her eyes:

"I want it! I want it no matter what kind of Zhiqing."

Han Zhiqing looked at the sincere and joyful smile in his eyes, and tears flashed in her eyes.

What he said just now was half-joking, but he still cried because of his answers or two.

"Mo Junhao, you are so stupid. You obviously have the best girl in the world who can match you, why do you want me?"

She leaned into his arms, and tears of emotion surged out from the bottom of her eyes.

"Silly girl, in my Mo Junhao's eyes, there is no best, only the most suitable one."

The long arms tightly wrapped around Han Zhiqing's body, kissed her soft black hair, and answered so affectionately.

In his arms, Han Zhiqing had a slightly emotional smile on her lips because of his answer.

There is no best, only the most suitable.

He gently stroked Han Zhiqing's bulging belly with his hands, smiling gently.

"Zhiqing."

"Um?"

"When I was in a coma, I heard that a naughty brat has been bullying my wife all the time, right?"

Han Zhiqing, who leaned in his arms and closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth for the moment, was stunned when she heard the sudden question that appeared on Mo Junhao, and then raised her head happily from his arms.

"You heard it?"

It turned out that he heard and remembered everything she said in his coma.

"Of course, can I not hear about such a big thing as bullying my wife?"

He pretended to be displeased and lowered his face, leaned down, and looked at Han Zhiqing's bulging belly, with a warning in his eyes:

"Little guy, you hear it clearly. The place you are now staying is my wife's belly. If you dare to bully her inside, see how I deal with you."

"Puchi--"

Han Zhiqing looked at Mo Junhao's childish and cute appearance and burst out laughing.

He reached out and pulled his sleeve and said, "Don't be fooled, scare him as soon as he woke up."

But Mo Junhao disagreed with her words, and put his long arms over Han Zhiqing's thin shoulders and said, "Who asked him to bully my wife? I can only bully my wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, his kiss came up, quickly grabbed Han Zhiqing's lips, and kissed her emotionally, his eyes full of pity.

"You can't bully me!"

After the passionate kiss of Mengmian, she raised her head from Mo Junhao's arms, narrowed her eyes slightly, and warned.
To be continued...