Urban God-level Bodyguard

Reminiscing about the scenes that Zhang Xingyun met, Han Yu always felt like a **** novel.

First, the hero saves the beauty, and then the beauty is in love.

Moreover, the male protagonist is very capable, but the female protagonist always has this and that thing happening everywhere, and in the end it is the male protagonist to help her solve.

Beautiful women love heroes, maybe Zhang Xingyun is very ordinary in the eyes of others.

But in Han Yu’s eyes, he is her hero.

But she doesn’t stick to each other, she just wants to watch silently from a distance or beside him.

And Zhang Xingyun also belongs to the kind of person who is relatively indifferent and indifferent in terms of feelings. He does not speak love words or say “I love you”.

But Han Yu could feel that the word “wife” in the other party’s mouth was serious.

But the more so, the more afraid Han Yu, she was afraid that all this was just a dream.

“You are my wife, of course I want to treat you well.” Zhang Xingyun’s answer is still very casual, very natural.

But listening to Han Yu’s ears is undoubtedly a reassurance.

You are my wife… Han Yu’s cherry lips are gently pressed, seemingly happy.

Since his parents disappeared and his sister was kidnapped, this is the first time that Han Yu has expressed joy in his heart.

There are so many glories in Han Yu’s gloomy and lonely life, and Zhang Xingyun is undoubtedly one of them, and also walked into her life when she was most helpless.

“Zhang Xingyun, I want to eat the food you cooked.” Han Yu said suddenly.

“Okay, what do you want for lunch?” Zhang Xingyun picked up two identical wooden boxes from the bedside for comparison.

“As long as my husband makes it, I like to eat it.”

Han Yu’s voice trembled slightly, although his face was covered by gauze, the exposed pink neck was already flushed.

Zhang Xingyun paused, the expression on his face was unspeakable.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the coldness that had always hung on his face gradually dissipated. A trace of unnatural warmth mixed with a smile appeared, just looking at Han Yu.

“Zhang, Zhang Xingyun, you laughed!” Han Yu is still not accustomed to using the term “husband”. Just now, she expressed her mentality and admitted the relationship between the two.

But seeing Zhang Xingyun’s current expression, Han Yu was surprised, because in her impression, she had never seen Zhang Xingyun smile.

However, as soon as her words fell, the expression on Zhang Xingyun’s face quickly returned to its original state, becoming extremely cold again, as if the scene just now was an illusion.

Zhang Xingyun put down the wooden box, touched his stiff face with both hands, a trace of loss appeared in his eyes.

Han Yu seemed to understand something.

She thought of Zhang Xingyun taking her to his home before.

Although I don’t know what happened before Zhang Xingyun.

But seeing the dilapidated old house, she was still able to guess something.

“Yu’er, were you the witchcraft you got in a coma?”

Zhang Xingyun rubbed his cheeks, hid other thoughts, and focused his attention on the two wooden boxes on the bedside table.

His purpose in coming to the hospital today is to unlock the secret of the box besides watching Han Yu.

Zhang Xingyun was very familiar with the extra breath in Han Yu’s body.

Because there is not only a trace of spiritual energy in it, but also the cursed breath of Aunt Lan’s head drop technique.

However, the two are completely opposite. The breath feels similar, but the essence is completely different.

Han Yu nodded, because of checks and balances for some reason, she could not say anything about inheritance.

But obviously, Zhang Xingyun has guessed most of the things, and almost all of them are correct.

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