"Do you still have this ability?" Yu Wushuang paused and laughed.
"Would you like to try it?"
"What should I do if I can't get pregnant?"
"As long as you dare to try, if one of you can't get pregnant, it will be your fault." Di Yan looked at her with a teasing smile.
"..."
Qiu Shuang couldn't stand anymore, and her face was so red that she was bleeding. Just talk about this kind of thing in the boudoir...
Chunxia's whole mind was focused on the eldest lady's pregnancy, and her face turned pale.
Yu Wushuang leaned back on the chair leisurely: "As long as you leave the Marquis Mansion, I can help you find someone. Even if you want the most beautiful woman in the world, I can find it for you. How about it?"
"The most beautiful woman? Do you think my appearance is not the best in the world?"
"..."
Yu Wushuang pouted. He has seen narcissistic people before, but he has never seen him so narcissistic.
"Then you just wait to die alone."
"No, we are very suitable." Emperor Yan Baiyu supported his head with his fingers.
Her loose hair hangs down to her shoulders, and her clear eyes are both very clear and a bit playfully serious.
"Unfortunately, you are not my type either."
Jing Shengze is not, and neither is he.
"Oh? What type do you like?" he asked.
Yu Wushuang has never thought about getting married. In her previous life, she was a famous female devil in the circle, and she was the young mistress of the Yu family. No one dared to marry her.
She is not a good-looking person, so she never treats anyone well.
I have never thought about getting married, let alone what I like.
"hehe."
Qingya laughter suddenly sounded.
Yu Wushuang retracted her thoughts and frowned a little dissatisfied.
"So you don't know it yourself, no wonder." Di Yan's eyes were burning, and the red mole under the corner of his eye was unusually charming.
Yu Wushuang glared at him: "No matter what type I like, I'm definitely not someone as soft, weak and black-hearted as you."
If you are sick, you will die from the disease.
I don’t know how many people I can blackmail while I’m alive.
"There are no absolutes in the world, just wait and see."
"Don't worry, I will definitely take a good look at it."
"Well, take a good look."
"..."
Yu Wushuang really couldn't chat with Di Yan, she felt angry while chatting.
Di Yan raised his hand and put it on her wrist. Yu Wushuang was stunned and retracted her hand: "What are you doing?"
"Check your pulse."
"kindness?"
"Maybe it's Ximai."
"roll."
Yu Wushuang is heartbroken. The elegant person talks a lot of flirtatious words. Apart from that thing, can't he fill his mind with anything else?
"You're not sick, maybe I can cure it." Di Yan checked her pulse.
Yu Wushuang didn't struggle. Seeing Di Yan squinting his eyes as if he was serious, he couldn't help but said: "A doctor, why don't you take a look at yourself."
Di Yan concentrated on his pulse, and after a while he let go and said calmly: "Since ancient times, the most difficult thing to treat is yourself. I can cure your disease, and you can cure mine. Why don't we hug together to keep warm, so as to avoid harm?
Someone else."
"You can stick together by yourself."
"..."
"Have you had any other symptoms besides nausea lately?" he asked.
Yu Wushuang shook her head. She definitely didn't believe what Di Yan could see. She still trusted her own medical skills.
After hearing this, Di Yan stood up and walked into her, leaning down to look down at her.
Yu Wushuang was stunned, and raised her head to meet God Yan's beautiful face. He was very close, his breath sprayed on her face, which made her heart skip a beat, and she raised her hand to push.
But her little hand was held in his, and the cold breath spread into her palm, making her shiver.