There are several black lines on the back of the head.
Seeing Ling Yansen's stern face intentionally or unintentionally blocking Qing Wu's hand above the abdomen, he shook the hemostatic forceps in his hand with some stress, "Second Young Master, do you want to move your position?"
Ling Yansen paused, his neck stiff and his face stiff.
Then the long and beautiful fingers moved away.
Seeing the dark red all over her waist, Maidong's face became solemn, her eyebrows furrowed, and she felt a little distressed, "Young mistress is really patient, Er Shao, I'm not talking about you, even if there is any deep hatred, she is a woman who just had a cesarean section
She's giving birth, and you let her get wet in the rain before she's fully recovered. Even a man can't do this. You're so unkind."
Ling Yansen's face was sullen, and he snorted deeply without saying a word. A pair of falcon-like eyes filled with secret worry, eagerly locked onto the lifeless, slender woman lying peacefully on the sofa.
"How's the situation? Are you infected?"
"The wound is cracked, bleeding, and the bandage is thick. The signs of infection are not obvious, but after being caught in the rain, the signs of a cold are very serious. Please note that fever is also a sign of infection and must be prevented."
Ling Yansen raised his eyebrows when he heard this and asked seriously, "Is it infected or not?"
Even though Maidong had a good temper, at this moment, facing this cold-blooded tiger, he lost control, "Whether it's infected or not, does the Second Young Master care? If he cared, how could he be willing to let the Second Young Mistress get wet in the rain? Why not?"
She was kicked in the chest, and a film will be taken to determine if there are any internal injuries."
"..."
Ling Yansen knew that he could not argue. He also knew that he had been mad just now, and by the time he realized what he was doing, he could no longer take back the kick.
But why should this woman stand in the way of Jiang Henhan? Does she know that she is his wife? If she and Jiang Henhan were not entangled, how could he be so angry that he couldn't control it?
But then again, it's none of his business who she's having an affair with, even though she's obviously planning to break it off.
But I will get angry, go crazy, and have difficulty controlling myself.
"I don't need to describe in detail how thin the young lady has become. Second Young Master, you can see for yourself. Her body has plummeted since she gave birth to the child. Her nutrition and recovery have not been followed up, and she has been injured repeatedly. If this continues, I'm afraid it will take a long time.
It’s so sick.”
Ling Yansen nodded coldly, indicating that he listened.
Maidong glanced at the domineering man like a god in front of him, shook his head, and said with serious meaning, "Second Young Master, when a husband and wife quarrel, we should make peace at the end of the bed. Why should we be so serious? Second Young Mistress is a person who accepts death, she is stubborn and stupid, but
Don't bully her too much, or you may get snatched away by other men who know the goods."
"Listening to what you mean, are you one of those people who know things?" Ling Yansen's outline suddenly darkened, and he smiled with a smile on his face. His tone was questioning, but his words were oppressive, and his eyes were shattered like swords and swords.
The trembling little heart of Ophiopogon japonicus.
Maidong laughed and pushed Qingwu to take a picture. After watching it for a long time, Ling Yansen turned around under Ling Yansen's increasingly impatient urging, "I didn't kick the important parts. The ribs are fine, the heart is fine, but the muscles are fine."
There is tissue damage.”
"Why is she unconscious?"
"Second Young Master, why don't you try kneeling in the rain all night without confinement after cesarean section?"
"roll!"
Ling Yansen roared, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Maidong probably meant that she was tired and couldn't hold on and fell asleep.
After driving away Maidong, Ling Yansen carried the sleeping Qingwu upstairs.
After hesitating in the corridor, he kicked open the master bedroom door.
The bed was messy, with the pillows on the left stacked on the pillows on the right. Recalling that he had slept on her pillow and smelled her lingering fragrance these days, Ling Yansen couldn't help but secretly despise himself.
There was a wound on her waist, so he didn't dare to give her a bath, so he could only fetch a basin of water and wipe it carefully with a towel.
The more she wiped, the more tangled her eyes became, and her heart felt like it was tightened by a bandage around her waist. Her breathing was not smooth, and she was half in pain and half numb.
His hand touched her shocking wound, which was the place where their child came from. It had given birth to many babies and witnessed their difficult love. She was really too thin to look like a human being. There was no flesh on her belly before, but it was still soft.
It was soft, and now it felt like only the bones were left except for the thin layer of skin.
Isn't Jiang Henhan taking care of her these days? Why is she still so thin? Her face is dark yellow and pale, her cheekbones are prominent, her eye sockets are sunken, she is pale and delicate, and her beauty is unreal.
She never learns to take care of herself. How can he rest assured?
Ah Wu, why did you lie to me? Why did you want to kill our child? And now, why do you want to see Duoduo shamelessly? Do you love him or are you just acting to ask for my forgiveness? I don’t want to see you, I
I just want to cut off the relationship with you. I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go, and will be fooled by you like I did not long ago, regardless of Maomao's life.
Maomao is the eldest brother's only child. She must live, so you must go to jail.
sorry.
****
Qingwu woke up on the morning of the third day.
She slept very deeply this night. Because she had a low fever and didn't sleep well enough, her nightmares always lingered over the painful experience that night, going back and forth in her mind. In the end, she couldn't bear the erosion caused by those disgusting images.
Her bones hurt, and when the first ray of light passed through the gauze curtain in the morning, she screamed and opened her eyes.
There was a lazy hum beside him.
Turning around, he hit something hard on his forehead. His vision was very blurry. After looking at it for a long time, he could clearly see that there were short, green and black hair on top of the hard thing. The roots stood upright, as cold as the early frost in early winter.
Ling Yansen took advantage of her not fully waking up and quickly turned around to cover up the energetic brother in her lower abdomen.
He cursed secretly.
After waiting for a while, the brothers died down. He got out of bed and turned his back to her to get dressed.
He didn't ask Mrs. Wu to come back, so he looked for her all day and night. Finally, he couldn't resist his sleepiness and fell asleep with his pillow next to her. Then he felt too cold and went to bed. He couldn't control it and moved toward her little by little.
Her warm body leaned over.
Qing Wu is very scary.
She was a little confused about the situation. She didn't know whether she was dreaming, still dreaming, or...
After all, the way he looked at each other with cold eyes and harsh words while kneeling at the steps that day is still locked in my mind, and the despair is deep.
After getting dressed, Ling Yansen straightened his hair. He is a man who cares about his image. This is very demanding in front of and behind people.
He glanced at her without much expression and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Qingwu stopped and gently pinched her thigh with her little hand on her side. It hurt. She pinched her thigh again and it still hurt.
When he was about to pinch it off for the third time, Ling Yansen's eerie voice floated over, asking and answering questions, "My thoughts are clear, my actions are normal, and I'm almost recovered."