Qin Yifan must have hidden the information tightly and told him that he couldn't help himself.
Maybe Qin Yifan knew that he still cared about her, and he would use her to threaten him and be his puppet of Qin Yifan So can't say, can't say She secretly took a deep breath to force herself to calm down, put the shoes she had taken off into the shoe cabinet, stood up and put on her slippers, and then turned to look at the father and daughter and said uncertainly, "I'm a little unwell today and want to go back to my room to rest." ” "Mom, why are you uncomfortable, I'll get you flower oil to apply to your belly," Becca asked her worriedly.
Last time she wasn't feeling well, just apply some flower oil to her stomach.
"Is it a fever?"
he took her arm and pulled her into his arms, looking down at the top of her head, his hand covering her forehead to test the temperature, and his frown had not eased since he saw her weak appearance.
It's not very hot on my forehead.
But I'm afraid it's other diseases that are more difficult to deal with.
Lowered her hand and let her stand by herself, looked at her face for a while, then turned to the landline phone in front of her, "I'll call a doctor for you." ” "No need to shout," she hurriedly stopped, and said in a lie, "I'm just that uncomfortable, just take a break." ” He stopped, knowing that she was physically uncomfortable, and looked back at her and nodded, "Then I'll go pour you a cup of hot milk."
"What kind of discomfort is that discomfort?"
Feeling his skirt being ripped on, he looked down to find Becca stuck to his lap and looked up to ask himself curiously.
She really didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them now, so she casually dropped a sentence and walked around them in the direction of the stairs as she thought of resting on the bed.
Becca wanted to follow up and ask what was going on, but he walked up and pulled the little girl back.
"Well, don't bother your mother if she is uncomfortable."
"What about our cake, Dad," Becca asked, looking up at her father in disappointment.
"We eat it ourselves."
"What to do if it's hard to eat" "That's throwing."
"But wasting food is a bad habit, hey, Dad."
"Yes."
He nodded, "Then you eat." ” "Hmph, it's not delicious, it's bad, Dad eats it all alone, I'll watch it all while I watch" He smiled and led his daughter to the kitchen.
But in my heart, I still remember the weak little woman just now, like she was about to be blown away by the wind at any time.
She went back to the bedroom, threw her handbag on the couch, and then cried and walked to the bed, where she cried in despair.
She only felt a feeling of nausea in her chest, especially when she thought of Qin Yifan's face, she thought of the bathroom to vomit out her heart, liver, spleen and lungs.
How could there be such a despicable slut as Qin Yifan in this world What should she do, what the hell should she do "Knock knock."
There were several knocks outside the door.
She was startled, hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her tears, and said after more than ten seconds, "Come in." ” The person who came in, sure enough, was him, and he was holding a bowl of things.
He stood by the door and watched her for a moment, then closed the door with his backhand and walked in her direction.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lowered his head and stirred the bowl of shell powder with a spoon, "You don't like to eat when you get hurt, but you can eat a little bit when you feel uncomfortable." ” A spoonful was handed to her mouth, "I just went to the kitchen and made you something, your favorite shell powder." ” His words made her heart tremble suddenly, and the tears she had held back seemed to break through her eyes and fall, and she turned her head to look out the window and not look at him.
I remember that a few years ago, she did have occasional menstrual cramps, and the pain was so painful that she was only willing to lie in bed. oshow7 t1706231537: