"Oh, um, no need... Oops, I suddenly feel uncomfortable. I have to go back quickly. Prince, Princess, if you have anything to do, ask someone to look for you. Please excuse me first." The doctor seemed to be waiting for Xia Houyu's answer.
He couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the house. Regardless of whether what Yan Zhuo'er said was true or false, he didn't want to try it. After all, he was already old and didn't want to be hit again.
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Yan Zhui'er watched the doctor walk out of the room with his tail between his legs as if running away, and he couldn't help but sigh a little, oh, why did he have to walk so fast? She just said the bad things, and the good things were fine.
I didn't say anything, but as a result, the person ran away.
besides……
"Xia Houyu, didn't you find him? Why did you let him go back so quickly?" It's strange, maybe he has changed his temper.[
If not, then why not keep that doctor?
"Since you don't like it, what's the use of keeping him here?"
"You know I don't like this, why do you do it?" This was what she was most angry about.
"Just because you don't like him doesn't mean that I won't find someone else to come. I'll find a woman for you tomorrow." Someone was still looking at her indifferently, and his anger towards her seemed to be getting calmer and calmer.
"Xia Houyu, you..." She was so angry. Was he listening to her? She had just said she didn't need it. Why did he... She wanted to bring a knife to kill someone now.
"Don't speak so loudly, or you may cause fetal irritation."
"I want you to take care of it." Depressed!
He curled his lips helplessly, afraid that she might have a fetal movement. Aren't you afraid that she might get angry and hurt her body?
I'm a little doubtful whether this person cares about her or the one in her belly.
She also felt that she was making trouble,
However, she likes to make unreasonable troubles with him...
Or somewhere deep down in her heart, she is very uneasy,
I want to confirm whether he will tolerate her like before...
How many women are alive who have never been willful? For the one who loves and loves them...