Wu Hao closed his eyes.

After sleeping for another half an hour, he slowly woke up.

Zhao Ling came over to see him with concern, only to see him staring blankly at Bai Weideng without saying a word.

Zhao Ling felt bitter in her heart, "Brother Hao, the deceased has passed away, we..."

She wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "We still have to look forward."

Wu Hao ignored her and just stared at the ceiling blankly, his lips moving.

When I got closer, I realized that he was shouting, "Bozi... Bozi..."

Zhao Ling felt so sad that she cried loudly to expel the depression.

Seeing Wu Hao like this, I couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

A loving and righteous man like her Brother Hao deserves to be cherished.

She wiped away her tears and stood up with a smile.

"Brother Hao, I'm going to cook first. If you're still not feeling well, just lie down."

In real life, Zhao Ling is a housewife.

What kind of suffering has I never experienced, except for this important matter of life and death?

She quickly cheered up and entered the kitchen.
Chapter completed!