Zhuo Jian said, then looked down at his lower abdomen.
In fact, it's less than five months old, so it stands to reason that it won't move much.
But she just felt the little one in her belly move.
Her hand couldn't help but move in that direction to comfort him.
The car quickly arrived at the old house, but it was not unlocked.
Fu Yanye held the steering wheel and turned to look at her, "I can celebrate my birthday."
"Um?"
"What's the point of a birthday? I don't remember anything."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled.
She couldn't help but wonder if he was just like what he sang in the song. In fact, he was also very troubled, but she didn't know and couldn't see it.
"Didn't you say that your blood sugar is low? You are already weak. It is unnecessary for you to hide away for so long for such a trivial matter."
Fu Yanye continued.
Zhuo Jian remained silent until she saw his fingers holding the steering wheel.
The ring is still on her neck.
"Don't go, okay?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her again.
"It is true that there was an interview, but it was not me originally, but now it has been replaced by me. It would not be appropriate for me to say not to go."
Zhuo Jian explained patiently.
"suitable."
"suitable?"
"You're not feeling well. Your husband is afraid that something will happen to you and won't allow you to leave the city."
"..."
"May I?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked again.
The cramped space suddenly became silent. After a long time, Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "No."
She leaned forward and opened the car door herself.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, and her body brushed against his chest. Although it was separated by clothes, he felt that his heartbeat seemed to have forgotten to beat at this moment, and the fragrance of her body made him have to restrain himself.
But that day, it didn't work out after all.
It rained heavily in the morning.
She packed everything and put her suitcase at the door.
But people stood in front of the glass curtain and looked at the rain outside, unable to do anything.
The flight was cancelled.
When Wang Yue called her cell phone, her ringtone was not strong, but she still heard it.
"Hey, Mom."
"Did you not leave?"
Wang Yue is already in the kitchen, giving orders to prepare food.
"Um."
"That's just in time. Go next door for me to check on your husband. He seems to have a fever again."
"Fever again?"
"No, when I came home last night, I said I had a headache. I felt a little warm to the touch, so I left him alone. I can't get through on the phone right now. Please go over and have a look."
Wang Yue said.
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian didn't dare to delay, immediately hung up and walked to the door.
It was still quiet in the house next door, even a little cold.
There have been several heavy rains this autumn, thunder and lightning has been non-stop, and it has been very cold.
She walked in and soon saw him on the sofa in the living room.
He was covered with a thin blanket and his arms were placed on his forehead, as if he was still sleeping.
Zhuo Jian walked up to him, sat down next to him, and reached out to touch his face.
Fu Yanye sighed, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
"Fu Yanye, your fever is so severe."
Zhuo Jian felt that his body temperature was abnormal just by touching his face.
It should be high fever.
When Fu Yanye heard her voice, he slowly put down his arms and opened his eyes. There was finally some warmth in his tired eyes.
"How did you come?"
He sat up, the blanket fell on his lap, and his words were hoarse.
"Mom asked me to come."
She never spoke enthusiastically, but her hand touched his forehead.
Very hot, just very hot.
Zhuo Jian's face turned pale with fright, "I'm going to find a thermometer. I can't go to the hospital. I have some fever-reducing medicine at home and I'll take it first."
"Zhuo Jian."
Her hand that was about to leave continued to be raised to his forehead.