"Hmph! I just don't want my efforts to be in vain, and I don't want the child to be born without a father, otherwise I don't care whether he lives or lives!" Yan Jianing snorted and opened the door of Leng Mohan's room bitterly.
Leng Mohan was still asleep, as if nothing had happened just now, and the fire in Yan Jianing's heart was burning even more intensely.
Humph! You took advantage of me and slept so soundly!
Although her heart was full of anger, Yan Jianing still walked back to Leng Mohan's bedside, picked up the towel on his head, and touched it. The towel originally soaked in cold water had been infected by the temperature on Leng Mohan's head.
It's getting warm.
Yan Jianing took the towel to the bathroom again, soaked it in cold water, and then took it out again to help Leng Mohan apply it. Looking at Leng Mohan's slightly relaxed brow, she couldn't help but have a satisfied smile on her lips.
Maybe he felt the coolness on his forehead, and a low moan escaped from Leng Mohan's mouth, which was similar to pain but also seemed to be a little bit of relief. His closed eyes moved, but they never opened.
Yan Jianing looked at Leng Mohan's face that seemed to be burning red, thinking that just lying like this wouldn't be enough, she would have to buy him medicine.
Thinking about this, Yan Jianing got up and walked out. The Leng mansion was empty. The servants were all temporarily given a leave by Old Master Leng. They must be very happy, leaving her here alone to take care of the damn Leng Mohan. Just thinking about it made her angry.
.
"Ah... I'm not angry, I'm not angry. It won't be good if you're angry..." Yan Jianing murmured to herself as she walked, touching her belly. Although she was still a child, she was always anxious.
Forget that you are already a mother!
After buying antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs at a nearby drugstore, Yan Jianing returned to Leng's house. Leng Mohan was already asleep. Yan Jianing curled her lips in dissatisfaction, poured him a cup of warm water, and walked to the bedside with the medicine to prepare.
Give Leng Mohan medicine.
Yan Jianing looked left and right. If Leng Mohan was fed to him lying down like this, the medicine might get stuck in his throat. After thinking about it, he still had to help him up.
So Yan Jianing could only put the cup in her hand on the bedside table and tried to help Leng Mohan up, but she found that this was really a difficult task, not to mention that Leng Mohan was a tall man of 1.8 meters.
She was lying there motionless, not cooperating with Yan Jianing's movements at all, so she couldn't lift him at all.
"Damn! You're a dead man! You can't even move a muscle. If you weren't the father of my child, I would have choked you to death with the medicine. No... I would have just ignored you and let you burn to death!" Yan Jianing panted tiredly.
She even cursed a few times, even though she knew Leng Mohan couldn't hear it at all.
There was nothing she could do if she couldn't help him up. Yan Jianing would continue to take action after resting. This time she didn't intend to help Leng Mohan up. It would be easy to just lift his head, right?
She pinched his face to force him to open his eyes, then threw the pills in, and gave him water to take. I wonder if he was a little anxious when feeding him water. He probably took the medicine, but Leng Mohan started coughing.
Yan Jianing could only pat him on the chest with a cold face, and thought bitterly in her heart: I have never even taken good care of my brother. You, a man, don't know where you have been blessed!
Thinking of her brother Yan Jiaxin, Yan Jianing's heart suddenly dropped, and her expression of hatred was gradually replaced by sadness. Unexpectedly, Leng Mohan seemed to be choked so much that he slowly opened his eyes.
Leng Mohan vaguely saw someone sitting in front of the bed with her head lowered. Although she couldn't see her expression, he seemed to be able to feel the desolate atmosphere around her. A sad feeling arose spontaneously. He stretched out his long arms,
He held Yan Jianing in his arms...
"Wow!" Yan Jianing suddenly came back to her senses and looked at Leng Mohan who suddenly hugged her in surprise. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his expression was very confused. It seemed that he was not fully awake yet.
Leng Mohan only felt that her body was top-heavy and she wanted to fall back after sitting for a while, so she hugged Yan Jianing and fell on the bed together. Yan Jianing blinked and her mind went blank for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Leng Mohan had already
Pinned her down!!!
"Ah!!! You gangster, get up!!!" The scream came out of Yan Jianing's mouth, and her frightened and crisp voice echoed throughout the huge bedroom, except for Leng Mohan, who was close at hand, and ignored it.
, leaned over and pressed down, grabbing her lips again...
"Well..." crackling, fireworks started to set off in Yan Jianing's mind again. This man actually kissed her twice in half an hour!!!
I don’t know whether it was because Leng Mohan was pressing on her, causing Yan Jianing’s chest to be blocked and her thinking ability to slow down, or for some other reason. Yan Jianing obediently let Leng Mohan kiss her for a long time. She was originally angry and frightened.
It was also slowly worn away in this kiss, and was replaced by a strange and familiar feeling. Well... I can't tell what the specific feeling is, but in short... I don't hate it...
But when Yan Jianing heard the word "Weiwei" from Leng Mohan's mouth for the second time, Yan Jianing's anger arose again.
Damn it! Or are you treating me as a substitute?!!!
"Leng Mohan, you bastard! Get up!" Yan Jianing didn't know where she got the strength to push Leng Mohan away from her body, staring at him with a red face, panting non-stop.
"Weiwei..." For the third time, Leng Mohan stretched out his hand to catch Yan Jianing. Yan Jianing wanted to get out of the bed, but before her feet landed, Leng Mohan had already grabbed her wrist. Just when she wanted to
When she simply shook off his hand, she heard Leng Mohan's almost whimpering voice.
He said: "Weiwei... don't go... don't leave me..."
For some reason, Yan Jianing felt that her heart had been severely hit. She slowly turned around to look at Leng Mohan behind her. He opened his hazy eyes and looked up at her sitting there, his obsidian eyes seemed to contain a little bit of emotion.
Tears, that handsome and extraordinary face was filled with sadness.
Yan Jianing felt that her chest was even more blocked. It was countless times heavier than when Leng Mohan was pressing her just now. She opened her mouth to scold Leng Mohan again, but found that she couldn't say even a single word. Such a man, such a person
A man who is almost thirty years old and looks mature and cold on the outside is showing his most vulnerable side to her.
And this fragility also hit Yan Jianing's heart that was hard on the outside and soft on the inside. She suddenly had an urge to hold him in her arms, patted his back and told him: Don't be sad, he still has her, and she still has her.
their common child.
But reason has not completely disappeared from Yan Jianing's mind. She knows that the person Leng Mohan sees in his eyes at this moment is not her, but Weiwei, whom he has missed for a long time. She cannot and does not allow herself to be someone else's substitute!
Especially that other person is the father of her child!