This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 995 Maybe I think too much!

"and so?"

  The man’s eyes were a little deeper. If it weren’t for Shanglu, he would have attributed the tetanus to the wind after being injured.

  But Xiao Qi would ask so, he must have found something.

After a while, Yan Shiqi looked cautious, "When I left the guest room just now, I found that the opening of the window was facing Wen Zhiyu's belly."

  The man squinted his eyes, "Maybe the servant opened it."

  Yan Shiqi shook his head in disapproval, "I thought so at the beginning.

  But the third sisters didn't let the servants clean it at all. Just now Leng Yiyan hugged her to the room.

  Maybe...I think too much. "

  After finishing speaking, she took the cup and sipped the milk, but her eyelashes kept trembling.

  Ordinary people who don’t understand medical science will have this kind of misunderstanding?

  So does the opened window represent something?

  ...

  It was exactly eight o’clock that night.

  Wen Zhiyuan woke up slowly, her eyes were blurred, top-heavy.

  The room is dim, and the vision is not good.

  She raised her hand and punched her forehead, her lower abdomen still aching.

  Somehow, the temperature in the room is very low, and she feels cold all over her body.

  Wen Zhiyuan clutched her lower abdomen, tidied up the clothes that had been rolled up, and moved slowly to the ground. She was dizzy and almost made her fall.

  She shook her head and walked forward step by step, muttering incessantly, "Brother Yan..."

  No one responded.

  She opened the door, her eyes stunned by the bright light in the corridor.

  Closed his eyes and slowed down for a few seconds before holding on to the wall to look around.

  A few seconds later, she seemed to hear a voice coming from the activity room.

Wen Zhiyuan is no stranger to the room layout of   Dijing Bieyuan.

  She leaned on the wall to the activity room, moving cautiously.

  The door of the activity room was hidden, she leaned over, her eyes flashed, and she listened.

  But, in the next second, the door of the room was suddenly opened, accompanied by Leng Yiyan's low roar, "Since Brother Qin refuses to help me, then we don't need to talk anymore!"

  Wen Zhiyu was frightened by Leng Yiyan's opening the door, she hid aside in a panic, and then looked into the room with her eyes.

  A long figure stopped in place, and the sight cast at her from the sky was dark and deep.

  Wen Zhiyuan kept her eyes closed for almost a second, clutching her abdomen and leaning against Leng Yiyan, her voice was weak, "Brother Yan, what are you talking about?"

   "I have nothing to chat with him."

  Leng Yiyan finished speaking and looked at her again, "Why are you up?"

   "My head hurts, and it's cold..."

  Wenzhiyu is not a pretender.

  Because her cheeks are too rosy, but her body is very cold, she shuddered even after these few words.

  Seeing this, Leng Yiyan and her staring at each other were full of worry in their eyes. He bent over to pick her up, and when he turned back to the guest room, he blamed: "The doctor told you not to move. The temperature in the corridor is low. Be careful of colds."

  Wen Zhi Yuan nestled in his arms. He wanted to say that the temperature in the room was lower, but he was afraid of upsetting him, so he lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I worried you."

  This part of their conversation is like an ordinary couple.

  Qin Baiyu standing in the activity room, looking at their backs with hands down, his facial features were indifferent, his eyes were dark, and he sighed and sighed.

  After a while, Yan Shiqi came out to look for him and patrolled the corridor around, only to be surprised to find the figure of a man coming from the activity room.

  She tilted her head and looked around, but she didn't see anyone else, so she walked over and took his hand: "Why did you go to the activity room? Do you exercise?"

  The man greeted her and responded in a low voice, "No, I answered the phone."

the end. Be calm, the lunch is being made.

  (End of this chapter)