"..." Hmm! Not bad! She didn't drink the wine in vain.
It felt good to know these things that he didn't know from her.
"Any more?"
"What?"
Ji Yehuo followed suit and asked, "Do you have no other feelings for me other than fans and idols?"
"..." Sun Qian seemed very confused, "Other feelings?"
"right!"
Ji Yehuo looked at her expectantly, "For example... the relationship between men and women?"
"..." Sun Qian's face turned red. She covered her face and shook her head desperately, "No, no! How could I have that kind of feeling for my idol... Isn't this YY!"
"Yes YY!"
"No, no!"
Sun Qian's cheeks were hot, "That's not good."
"Fans who don't want to be on top are not good fans."
"..." Sun Qian still shook her head, "No, no, that's a god-like person, how could he be dragged into the mortal world to blaspheme."
Ji Yehuo was a little disappointed.
He had always known that Sun Qian was a fan of his, but after he fell in love with her, he found that she really had a pure fan-to-idol feeling towards him, and he immediately became depressed.
The road to chasing his wife is long... Ji Yehuo sighed. He had no intention of teasing her anymore. He touched her hair and said, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."
"..." Sun Qian listened to his words. After hearing this, she lay down obediently and pulled up the quilt obediently, but her big watery eyes were still staring at Ji Yehuo.
"What's wrong?"
"I dont want to sleep."
"not sleepy?"
"Sleepy!"
Sun Qian bit the quilt and said aggrievedly, "Did you disappear when I woke up?"
"..." for a moment.
Ji Yehuo's heart, which was depressed just now, suddenly softened.
never mind.
Fans also like their idol, which is better than not having any feelings for him. The worst thing he can do is work harder and try to turn this good feeling into a good feeling between a man and a woman.
Thinking of this, his mood suddenly brightened.
He rubbed Sun Qian's soft hair and said, "Go to sleep. I guarantee you will still be able to see me when you wake up."
"real?"
"real!"
Sun Qian's eyes were bright, "Then I'm going to sleep, idol, good night."
"OK, good night!"
Sun Qian closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She must have been really sleepy. Not long after she closed her eyes, her breathing became even.
"..." Ji Yehuo sighed.
He pulled up the quilt for Sun Qian and took the smoothie bowl to the kitchen to clean. When he passed Chenchen's room, he found that the lights in his room had been darkened and there was no movement in the room. He was obviously asleep.
Ji Yehuo sighed again.
I felt so relieved about him! He glanced at the clock hanging in the hotel living room.
After all the troubles, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He was worried about Sun Qian's situation, so he finally decided to go back to her room and guard her.
He opened the door and was shocked by the situation in the room.
in the room.
Sun Qian, who had been sleeping well just now, was sitting there hugging the quilt and leaning against the bedside table.
"Why did you wake up again?"
Sun Qian held her head with one hand and seemed a little confused when she saw Ji Yehuo, "Who are you?"
"..." Ji Yehuo vomited blood.
He just washed the dishes and she didn't recognize him?
"I..." "Where is Chenchen?"
Yo! Thinking of her son! Ji Yehuo pointed to the next room, "Asleep."
"oh!"
Sun Qian lifted the quilt and stood up, "I'll go take a look!"
She was wearing slippers, and her legs felt weak as soon as she got out of bed. Ji Yehuo quickly supported her, "Are you okay?"
"Thank you, I'm fine."
"Chenchen is asleep. If you go over, you will wake him up."
"No, Chenchen is so good. He eats and sleeps every day, and he won't wake up even if he is beaten."
Sun Qian sniffed and said, "He needs to drink milk powder at night, and I have to boil the milk powder for him."
"..." Ji Yehuo twitched the corner of his mouth.
He thought Sun Qian was sober, but hearing her talk like that, she was obviously still drunk.
He asked tentatively, "Um...Sun Qian, how old is Chenchen now?"
"Two months."
"..." Sure enough! Still drunk! Sun Qian held Ji Yehuo's arm and was about to stagger out. Ji Yehuo quickly held her shoulders and said, "Don't go, I just fed Chenchen
The milk powder is ready. He has just gone to bed, so don’t disturb him."
"real?"
"real!"
Ji Yehuo lied without blinking, "I even changed the diaper. He is sleeping soundly right now."
Sun Qian was obviously relieved.
She was covering her lower abdomen with one hand, as if she was in some pain.
"What's wrong?"
"The wound hurts!"
"Wound?"
"Um!"
Sun Qian returned to the bed with empty steps. She lay down, her face pale, "It seems that the wound hasn't healed yet."
"..." Ji Yehuo was a little confused, "Let me take a look!"
"Doctor, don't tell Xu Jun. My childbirth has already troubled him a lot. If he knew that my wound hadn't healed yet, he would definitely be worried about leaving. He has a company at home in China. I've seen his phone number these days.
More and more, his family must be urging him to go back."
"..." Ji Yehuo pursed his lips, "Let me see your wound first."
"oh!"
Sun Qian lay down, and she honestly lifted up her skirt, revealing her flat belly.
On her white lower abdomen, a ferocious horizontal scar looked particularly dazzling.
Ji Ye was so angry that she took a breath.
"Doctor, is it serious?"
"..." Ji Yehuo sat on the edge of the bed, his throat tight.
He has played an obstetrician and gynecologist, so he has done his homework and knows that cesarean section will leave unsightly scars. But Chenchen is already three years old. Logically speaking, her scars should be very light, with only a white line.
The shallow line is correct.
But in fact, the horizontal scar on her lower abdomen was still very conspicuous, as thick as a chopstick, dark brown in color, and sinuous.
Obviously.
It must have been particularly difficult when she had a cesarean section.
Ji Yehuo's breathing was a little erratic. He placed one hand on the scar. The scar was uneven. He pursed his lips and asked, "What's going on?"
"When I had a cesarean section before, I had no money... so I just found a small clinic..." Sun Qian lowered her eyes and said, "The technique was so poor... the wound opened!"
"..." His fingers wandered over the scar, and Sun Qian shrank, "Doctor?"
"..." Ji Yehuo gritted his teeth and helped her cover her skirt.
"Doctor, am I okay like this? I don't need to suture again, right?"
"It's okay, just pay attention to rest."
"Phew! That's good."
Sun Qian was obviously relieved.
"Doctor..." "Sun Qian!"
Ji Yehuo interrupted her and asked tentatively, "Can you tell me who Chenchen's biological father is?"
He really wants to know.
Who is it! Who can make her give birth to Chenchen at the cost of her life?