Loving You As Scheduled

Seeing that Qin Feimo finally returned to the car, Feng Jinglei was also relieved.

Qin Feimo just glanced at her slightly pale face, her pensive expression, as if deliberately concealing something from him.

But what must be hidden from him?

The blue sports car galloped in the direction of the commander's house, and when it arrived, it was already noon.

Seeing the two came back, Zhuang Yanyan, who had just hung up the phone in front of the sofa, immediately asked and turned her head and smiled at the two of them, "Are you back?"

When I walked over, seeing Feng Jinglei's face not very good, Zhuang Yanyan's smile was stagnant, her expression distressed, "Jinglei, are you really okay?"

Raising her eyes, Feng Jinglei was also startled at the caring look in Shang Zhuang Yanyan.

She should have seen her complexion not so good, she smiled, "It's okay, grandma, don't worry."

Zhuang Yanyan couldn't be relieved, but after thinking about it, she just went to worship her parents, maybe because of this, she has a bad face?

"Uncle Qin."

At this time, Qin Feimo behind him suddenly spoke to Qin Bo.

Qin Bo stepped forward, nodding respectfully, "Young Master."

"Go and call the doctor."

The sudden words also made Qin Bo slightly startled. After glancing at Feng Jinglei on the side, he immediately understood, "Yes."

Feng Jinglei turned her head, unexpectedly, he was willing to come back to call her family doctor.

She was a little flustered and hurriedly said, "No, I'm really fine, just sleep."

Qin Feimo turned his gaze back, staring at her, "If there is anything, it will be clear if you look at it."

After speaking, Qin Feimo didn't stay in the living room anymore, and walked towards the stairs, and went straight to the second floor.

Glancing at the back who had no room for rejection, Feng Jinglei's face seemed paler than before.

Zhuang Yanyan on the side also saw that her face was really bad, so she squeezed her hand and said gently, "Mo is right. If there is anything wrong, let the doctor see it."

At Shang Zhuang Yanyan's concerned eyes, Feng Jinglei looked uneasy.

Soon, the family doctor came.

Glancing at her slightly pale face, the doctor looked around, and then asked her, "Does Miss Feng feel anything uncomfortable or wrong?"

Faced with the doctor's inquiry, Feng Jinglei's complexion was stagnant.

She naturally didn't want to tell the doctor that she hadn't come for an official holiday for two months, and even if she asked, she couldn't ask in front of Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin.

On the second floor, Qin Feimo stood at the railing of the corridor, condescendingly looking at the sofa in the living room, the doctor was seeing Feng Jinglei.

Not knowing whether it was a coincidence or what, Feng Jinglei suddenly raised her head and looked towards the second floor. The two people's eyes collided in the air, making her startled suddenly.

But soon, in order to avoid his gaze, Feng Jinglei turned her gaze back and looked at the doctor, "There is nothing uncomfortable."

Her answer made the doctor a little puzzled, and her thin lips pressed lightly.

It's really not good to look at her face. If she doesn't feel any discomfort herself, then the disease is not easy to check. After all, she is at home without any medical equipment.

"But your complexion is really not so good, Dr. Lin, let her get her pulse." Zhuang Yanyan was worried about her and thought it was better to get her pulse, in case something really went wrong.

Hearing this, Feng Jinglei couldn't help but panic.

It seems that as long as you are pregnant, you can tell from the pulse.

"Um," looked at Zhuang Yanyan, then at the doctor, Feng Jinglei's eager expression was a little flustered, "I, I just feel that my throat is a little bit painful, my nose is like a fortress, and my head is very heavy."