Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

After asking Shui for a pulse, his face changed drastically.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zihao panicked instantly.

Every time Qianshui shows this attitude, there must be something wrong.

"Am I suffering from cancer?" Qingqing was also frightened. She was still young, in her early twenties now, could she be dying soon? She didn't have a physical examination this year, so she felt unsure.

"Could it be stomach cancer?" Qingqing asked.

Recently, I always felt a little uncomfortable when I got up in the morning. I vomited for a few days and then I was fine.

Unexpectedly, she would vomit again today. Zhou Zihao also ate this meal just now, so it must be fine. If it wasn't a problem with her taste, then there must be a problem with her stomach.

"Hey." As Wenshui listened, the evildoer's handsome face sank slightly. He sat there and looked at them deeply and said, "You'd better not ask. I don't want to burden you."

Wenshui stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Have a good rest."

"What's going on? What disease does she have?" Zhou Zihao panicked and stepped forward to ask for water. He was so nervous that he said, "If you are sick, you must treat her in time."

"Aren't you a miracle doctor? I'll pay for her treatment," Zhou Zihao said.

When Wenshui heard the payment, he immediately became energetic.

Over the years, all his property has been "confiscated" by Feng Tianjing. He really doesn't have much money, and now he has become a man who is blind to money.

"This money is not small money. You should listen to my advice and go to the hospital." Wen Shui said reluctantly, and sighed: "There is no way to be saved."

His words were undoubtedly like a time bomb, blowing both Qingqing and Zhou Zihao into confusion.

Qingqing believed in fate. Fengjin once calculated her fortune and said she would live a long life. Why did something happen now? She silently told her fate.

"Can't I figure it out myself?" She panicked.

If she deserves death, what should Zhou Zihao do?

Thinking that if she died, what would he do if he immediately found an eighteen-year-old girl? Should she take out all his money and burn it?

Zhou Zihao didn't know what she was thinking, and he kept getting anxious.

"Ask about water, you should tell me." Zhou Zihao said.

He helped Wenshui sit down, ran to the backyard, dug out a bottle of wine and ran back with it in his arms, saying, "I spent hundreds of thousands to buy it, buried it to prepare for the birth of a child, and now give it to you."

"Young master, please give it a try." Wenshui said, unscrewing the bottle and blowing on it, without any regard for Zhou Zihao.

Zhou Zihao stared at it, very anxious.

Xiao Mohan came out of the study and saw a scene. When he went downstairs, Wenshui stood up immediately, stopped pretending to be an uncle, and stood there silently.

"What's going on?" Xiao Mohan asked.

Qingqing immediately stood up and said to him, "Ask Shui to help me see a doctor."

"What's the disease?" Xiao Mohan asked smoothly, and he knew what she was talking about. If others asked him, he would definitely not tell her, but when Xiao Mohan opened his mouth, how could he not tell her?

Wenshui cleared her throat and said to Zhou Zihao: "Your wife is two months pregnant. How dare you do other things to her? Aren't you afraid of miscarriage?"

Zhou Zihao stood there, as if he couldn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?" Zhou Zihao asked, grabbing Wenshui's arm.

When Wenshui asked him a question, he immediately raised his guard and said, "She's two months pregnant. What's wrong? Isn't she your child?"

I thought that although these two people had been together for many years, they had just gotten married. The woman got pregnant, but the man reacted like this to the pregnancy. There must be something strange.

Wenshui is a person who especially likes to watch the excitement, and immediately asked: "If it's not yours, who does it belong to?"