Nie Zheng himself was wet, so he ignored it and wanted to change Feng Xiaoxiao's clothes.
Feng Xiaoxiao weakly refused, "No, don't..."
Nie Zheng frowned, "If you don't want me to change, who do you want to change? Be good, we are husband and wife. Are you still afraid of being seen by me?"
"I won't let you change!" Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red, "Let the assistant come over. I don't want you, so get out!"
"I don't want anyone to touch you!" Nie Zheng also had a tough attitude.
Feng Xiaoxiao cried, "In short, I don't want you to change! Then I won't change!"
"Xiao Xiao..."
Nie Zheng really had nothing to do with her, "Don't cry, I'm your little assistant now."
Feng Xiaoxiao was surprised, Mr. Nie, when you want to be nice to someone, he is really pervasive and makes it impossible to refuse.
Then, Nie Zheng ordered Liao Qingming to cook brown sugar pigeon soup and deliver it.
Nie Zheng picked up Feng Xiaoxiao and said, "Xiaoxiao, be good, your stomach won't hurt after you drink it."
Feng Xiaoxiao was so weak that she could only lean on his arms and let him feed her spoonful by spoonful.
At this time, Nie Zheng was really patient.
Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look up at him. To be honest, the reason why she was reluctant to divorce was because apart from the agreed marriage and Song Feixue, this man was really nice to her when they got along with her.
"Okay, finish drinking."
Nie Zheng lowered his head and kissed Feng Xiaoxiao, helped her lie down, and gently placed his hands on her belly. Feng Xiaoxiao was slightly startled, "What are you doing?"
Nie Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, "My hand is very warm, and it is close to your belly. It is more effective than a hot water bottle. You will not be in pain after a while."
Um……
The warmth of her palm came from her belly. His hand was so warm.
Gradually, indeed, it became less painful.
Feng Xiaoxiao hummed, closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
There was a knock on the door, and Nie Zheng was afraid of waking up Feng Xiaoxiao, so he walked to the door and opened the door. This was no longer the room where Feng Xiaoxiao and his assistant lived.
Nie Zheng opened another single room. Although the conditions may not be that good, it is the best that can be given to her at present.
Outside the door is Song Feixue.
Song Feixue smiled: "Azheng..."
She looked over Nie Zheng's shoulder and asked, "Is Xiaoxiao okay?"
"never mind."
Nie Zheng nodded.
"Hey." Song Feixue sighed, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't been uncomfortable, I wouldn't have had to take her place for me... It's all my fault."
"Don't say that." Nie Zheng frowned, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you don't have to blame yourself."
"Yes." Song Feixue nodded and looked up at Nie Zheng. "Zheng, can I ask you a question?"
Nie Zheng paused slightly and nodded. "Ask."
"Azheng." Song Feixue silently squeezed her palms, "You are getting divorced. Is this true?"
Huh? Nie Zheng frowned and raised his eyebrows, "Why do you ask that?"
"Isn't it true?"
Song Feixue was surprised and smiled awkwardly.
"Because I heard what Xiaoxiao said, so I... I thought you were about to get divorced. I thought I had finally waited..."
Nie Zheng didn't listen to what he said next.
His focus is all on "what Xiaoxiao said"!
What Xiaoxiao said? She told Feixue that they were getting divorced? Ha... Mrs. Nie, you are really anxious to push your husband out.
Nie Zheng felt suffocated and raised his hand to tug on his tie, trying to make his breathing easier.
"I'm going in. Xiaoxiao is not feeling well and needs someone to accompany her."
Nie Zheng turned around and wanted to close the door.
"Azheng!" Song Feixue stopped him, with tears in her eyes, "Tell me, can I still wait?"
Nie Zheng's Adam's apple rolled.
"Feixue, just like four years ago, all I can say is... I'm married."
After saying that, he closed the door.
"..." Song Feixue opened her mouth and murmured.
"I know you are married, but you don't love her. Azheng, I'm still waiting for you."