Lan Yanshu looked at her strangely, walked over and covered Lin Liming with the quilt that had slipped away, "I'm overworked, the doctor said..."
Shen Wenxia scratched the back of his head and laughed dryly, "Ha, haha... I was too worried at the moment and my mind was a little confused." That's why he asked the question again.
If Ruoyou glanced at the gift bag placed at the door, the meaning was obvious: if he didn't catch up, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to find the whereabouts of the sickly beauty in the next moment.
Shen Wenxia was stunned for a moment, then regained consciousness and slapped him on the shoulder, "Ouch! Why are you acting like an abandoned husband? It's not me who abandoned you...it was..."
A cold look struck her, and she shut her mouth in a matter-of-fact manner... Mr. Lan, it wasn't me who abandoned you, it was the person on the bed who refused to believe that he was tempted.[
These words were fed into the ears of Lin Liming, who was pretending to be asleep, and they automatically turned into: You did the wrong thing first and took a wrong turn on the road to love, so you can't blame others for walking away.
This is called speaking without intention, but the listener has intention.
It turned out that it was not what he said that he did not want to marry Wenxia, but she, an outsider, suddenly stepped in to beat the couple. This marriage was really sinful... She sighed silently in her heart.
She and he had never chatted while making trouble for each other like this.