Sweet Wife in My Arms

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"Huanhuan, why are you coming back now, I'm going to starve to death, I have washed all the dishes."

Yan Huan wanted to smile at her, but the forehead was full of cold sweat. Suddenly, her eyes were black. She quickly grabbed the door and tried hard to support her body, but in the end it was still ruthless Slammed down.

Until she opened her eyes again, she actually didn’t know when it was. It seemed that the sky outside was already dark. It was already the first time the lantern was on. The Wanjia lights were on, and after a busy day, they could rest well. People sat together, had a dinner, and watched TV for a while, but she and Yiling could only guard their small house in this small room, counting their little ones. money.

"Huanhuan, are you awake?" Yiling suddenly raised her face, and at the sight of Yan Huan who opened her eyes, she suddenly fell on her.

"Huanhuan, you scared me to death. I thought you were going to die like your aunt. If you were to die, what would I do? Ooo..."

Yan Huan moved her almost transparent lips, then she reached out and patted Yi Ling's shoulder gently, "Yi Yi, can you get up first?"

"It's not good," Yi Ling's crying tears and snot were all wiped on Yan Huan's body. "I'm really afraid that you won't wake up this night."

"But you crushed me," Yan Huan smiled bitterly, really, she was almost out of breath.

Yi Ling sat up straight, and then stretched out his hand to make Yan Huan happy, "Is it okay?" And her snot still hangs under her nose. This looks even more pitiful than Yan Huan. How pathetic.

"Well, I'm okay," Yan Huan wanted to sit up, but his stomach hurt again, that kind of sourness, not that women would not understand.

"Don't get up," Yi Ling hurriedly wrapped her tightly with a quilt. "The doctor said you used cold water during your physiology, so you felt dizzy."

"I said, what kind of cold water do you move, knowing that you have this problem."

Yi Ling counted down while helping Yan Huan tuck the quilt. Like an old lady, she began to like to be wordy.

"I didn't pay attention, maybe I washed my hands now?" Yan Huan kept silent about not mentioning that he had added an extra drama, so Yiling wouldn't worry.

"Just clean," Yi Ling poked Yan Huan's face hard with his finger. "When did you forget to wash your hands?"

Suddenly, her stomach followed with a grunt

"I'm hungry," she touched her belly. "What should I do, there are a few dry cakes at home." They wouldn't use these dry cakes to hunger at night, and then just boiled water?

"Shall we go out to eat?" Yan Huan sat up cautiously, but it didn't hurt much, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Can you do it?" Yi Ling was worried about Yan Huan's weak and windless body. Really, when the wind blows, it will fall, and when the wind blows again, it will blow away.

"Well, okay, you can get better if you are full," Yan Huan said and stood up, ready to go to the bathroom.

"Otherwise, let's just boil water while eating the pancakes. By the way, there is a lump of pickles at home. We will share half of it and bite it."

Yan Huan came out of the bathroom, she put on a light makeup, and she felt much better than she was like a ghost not long ago.