Chapter 2859
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Infusion until three o'clock in the morning, Yan Chuxi came out of the hospital with Huarong in his arms.
There are sedative and analgesic drugs in the potion, but it's impossible to get rid of the nausea. The willow eyebrows of Huarong are wrinkled all the time, and they are held by Yan Chuxi and placed on the co pilot.
"It seems that today's work can't be finished," she said wearily
Yan Chuxi put the doctor's prescription into his pocket and drove to the villa.
"You'd better have a good rest these days. You don't even have much to eat after your stomach is broken."
Huarong chuckled a few times: "isn't this still you?"
Yan Chuxi frowned and said, "did you forget to eat at noon?"
Huarong languidly way: "carelessly forgot to eat."
"Doesn't he know how to take care of you?" Yan Chuxi voice cold down, "he told you to go back, and do not take care of you, then you go back to do?"
Huarong played with her fingernails, lowered her head, and said casually, "he doesn't need to take care of me. I'm such a big man. Do I have to take care of him? "
"If so, you might as well not go back." Yan Chuxi was silent for a moment, and then said, "Miss, that person is not suitable for you."
Huarong listened to his words and was silent.
Maybe it's true. She and Feng Jin are two world people.
Feng Jin's life is self-discipline and healthy. He would never have expected that someone in the world would forget lunch.
And if she had no one to count the time for her, she might have forgotten to eat.
It is two people with totally different living habits, who are forced to screw together by her.
She did not blame Feng Jin for his carelessness. After all, it was not his fault, was it?
If you really want to worry about it, it's her problem. It's just her bad habits.
She closed her eyes and leaned on the seat of the car and whispered, "Chu Xi, don't say that. I don't like to hear it."
Yan Chuxi didn't speak again and drove in silence.
……
At the door of the villa, there is a black Rolls Royce.
The headlights were on, and someone was standing at the door of their house, waiting for a rabbit.
When yanchuxi took Huarong out of the carriage with a blanket wrapped in a blanket, she was almost asleep. She didn't open her eyes until Yan Chuxi's voice rang.
"Why are you here?"
Huarong opened her eyes and saw the Phoenix brocade standing at the door.
The dew was heavy at night. He didn't know how long he had been standing at the door. His hair looked slightly damp.
Facing each other with four eyes, Feng Jin's face gradually became a little nervous from the beginning. He came over and looked at her held by Yan Chuxi and asked, "what's the matter with you?"
Huarong doesn't want to open her mouth. When Feng Jin sees her like this, she is really out of shape.
What's more, when she opens her mouth, she may have a soft voice, which is not powerful.
She looked at him, a little curious about how he got here.
She also had the smell of hospital disinfectant. Fengjin soon smelled it out, and he said, "you went to the hospital!"
Then he stretched out his hand and held her from Yan Chuxi's hand.
Yan Chuxi did not refuse.
Two people changed hands, Huarong was held in the arms of Fengjin.
She turned her head to Yan Chuxi and denounced him with her eyes. How could you let me be seen by him?
And it's close!
Her face was as white as a ghost, and her lips were bloodless. She had no momentum at first sight. She was disgraced to death in front of Fengjin.
Yan Chuxi smiles at her and opens the door.
"Where is your room?"
Feng Jin asked her.
Huarong didn't want to talk. She raised her finger and pointed to the upstairs. Fengjin carried her to the upstairs and asked again, "which room?"
What a pity. She doesn't want to be seen in her room by Feng Jin.
There's no sorting. It's a mess.
It's damaging to her dignified image.
Yan Chuxi came over and opened the door for Fengjin: "this way."
“……” Huarong is full of resentment staring at his bodyguard. Does this guy have EQ?
Huarong's room is very fragrant.
This is the first feeling when Feng Jin goes in.
he always thought that he was love to spray perfume, but I didn't think it was incense in the house.
This is the first time he came to Huarong's bedroom. It is not as rigid as he imagined, noble and luxurious, even a little messy.
There were slippers on the floor and a mahogany chair in front of the bed, which was valuable, but she used it to pile clothes.
The bed is messy. It should be that she didn't make it after she left.
On the bedside table, there are small ornaments, as well as her casual crystal pen.There are traces of her life everywhere.
Feng brocade has a little emotion.
The original life state of Huarong is like this.
I can't hang the face of shame.
Yan Chuxi came over and put the medicine on the bedside table and said to Huarong, "Miss, I'm out."
Huarong ignored him.
Feng Jin took a look at the medicine, "stomach medicine?"
Huarong hugged her legs and said nothing.
Feng Jin looked at her like a curious baby: "why don't you talk?"
“……” Don't show your face Nothing. "
The voice is light and soft, with a little hoarse, listening to Feng Jin's ears, like a kitten meow.
There was no momentum at all.
She was ill, and no matter how domineering she was, she could not lift her spirits. She was not half as powerful as usual.
Sitting cross legged on the bed, shoulders drooping, hair fluffy and messy in the waist, looks like an ordinary little girl.
Feng Jin touched her head and said in a warm voice, "do you want to take medicine now?"
Huarong: take your claws off my hair
Feng Jin moved his hand and pinched on her face: "sick still so fierce."
The face of the pinched face glared at him angrily. She knew that this guy would bully her when she was weak!
Feng Jin looked down at the medicine, "three times a day, one before going to bed Well, do you have to take your medicine now
He put down the pills and looked for cups everywhere. "Do you have hot water here?"
“…… In the kitchen. "
Feng brocade nodded, "then you wait for me."
"How did you get here?" Hesitated for a long time, Huarong still can't help asking out this sentence.
Feng Jin opened the door for a moment, back to her way: "I go home to see you are not in, I came out to look for you, want to ask if you are angry."
“……”
"My friend's birthday today, the voice is too noisy, I didn't hear what you called to say. In the future, I'll come home to eat with you in the evening, or if you like, I can take you out to eat. "
Huarong blinked.
Feng Jin turned her head and looked at her with a very serious look: "but don't leave without saying a word. Since we are married, you should at least let me know when you go out. "
Huarong hummed: "you didn't inform me when you went out."
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Infusion until three o'clock in the morning, Yan Chuxi came out of the hospital with Huarong in his arms.
There are sedative and analgesic drugs in the potion, but it's impossible to get rid of the nausea. The willow eyebrows of Huarong are wrinkled all the time, and they are held by Yan Chuxi and placed on the co pilot.
"It seems that today's work can't be finished," she said wearily
Yan Chuxi put the doctor's prescription into his pocket and drove to the villa.
"You'd better have a good rest these days. You don't even have much to eat after your stomach is broken."
Huarong chuckled a few times: "isn't this still you?"
Yan Chuxi frowned and said, "did you forget to eat at noon?"
Huarong languidly way: "carelessly forgot to eat."
"Doesn't he know how to take care of you?" Yan Chuxi voice cold down, "he told you to go back, and do not take care of you, then you go back to do?"
Huarong played with her fingernails, lowered her head, and said casually, "he doesn't need to take care of me. I'm such a big man. Do I have to take care of him? "
"If so, you might as well not go back." Yan Chuxi was silent for a moment, and then said, "Miss, that person is not suitable for you."
Huarong listened to his words and was silent.
Maybe it's true. She and Feng Jin are two world people.
Feng Jin's life is self-discipline and healthy. He would never have expected that someone in the world would forget lunch.
And if she had no one to count the time for her, she might have forgotten to eat.
It is two people with totally different living habits, who are forced to screw together by her.
She did not blame Feng Jin for his carelessness. After all, it was not his fault, was it?
If you really want to worry about it, it's her problem. It's just her bad habits.
She closed her eyes and leaned on the seat of the car and whispered, "Chu Xi, don't say that. I don't like to hear it."
Yan Chuxi didn't speak again and drove in silence.
……
At the door of the villa, there is a black Rolls Royce.
The headlights were on, and someone was standing at the door of their house, waiting for a rabbit.
When yanchuxi took Huarong out of the carriage with a blanket wrapped in a blanket, she was almost asleep. She didn't open her eyes until Yan Chuxi's voice rang.
"Why are you here?"
Huarong opened her eyes and saw the Phoenix brocade standing at the door.
The dew was heavy at night. He didn't know how long he had been standing at the door. His hair looked slightly damp.
Facing each other with four eyes, Feng Jin's face gradually became a little nervous from the beginning. He came over and looked at her held by Yan Chuxi and asked, "what's the matter with you?"
Huarong doesn't want to open her mouth. When Feng Jin sees her like this, she is really out of shape.
What's more, when she opens her mouth, she may have a soft voice, which is not powerful.
She looked at him, a little curious about how he got here.
She also had the smell of hospital disinfectant. Fengjin soon smelled it out, and he said, "you went to the hospital!"
Then he stretched out his hand and held her from Yan Chuxi's hand.
Yan Chuxi did not refuse.
Two people changed hands, Huarong was held in the arms of Fengjin.
She turned her head to Yan Chuxi and denounced him with her eyes. How could you let me be seen by him?
And it's close!
Her face was as white as a ghost, and her lips were bloodless. She had no momentum at first sight. She was disgraced to death in front of Fengjin.
Yan Chuxi smiles at her and opens the door.
"Where is your room?"
Feng Jin asked her.
Huarong didn't want to talk. She raised her finger and pointed to the upstairs. Fengjin carried her to the upstairs and asked again, "which room?"
What a pity. She doesn't want to be seen in her room by Feng Jin.
There's no sorting. It's a mess.
It's damaging to her dignified image.
Yan Chuxi came over and opened the door for Fengjin: "this way."
“……” Huarong is full of resentment staring at his bodyguard. Does this guy have EQ?
Huarong's room is very fragrant.
This is the first feeling when Feng Jin goes in.
he always thought that he was love to spray perfume, but I didn't think it was incense in the house.
This is the first time he came to Huarong's bedroom. It is not as rigid as he imagined, noble and luxurious, even a little messy.
There were slippers on the floor and a mahogany chair in front of the bed, which was valuable, but she used it to pile clothes.
The bed is messy. It should be that she didn't make it after she left.
On the bedside table, there are small ornaments, as well as her casual crystal pen.There are traces of her life everywhere.
Feng brocade has a little emotion.
The original life state of Huarong is like this.
I can't hang the face of shame.
Yan Chuxi came over and put the medicine on the bedside table and said to Huarong, "Miss, I'm out."
Huarong ignored him.
Feng Jin took a look at the medicine, "stomach medicine?"
Huarong hugged her legs and said nothing.
Feng Jin looked at her like a curious baby: "why don't you talk?"
“……” Don't show your face Nothing. "
The voice is light and soft, with a little hoarse, listening to Feng Jin's ears, like a kitten meow.
There was no momentum at all.
She was ill, and no matter how domineering she was, she could not lift her spirits. She was not half as powerful as usual.
Sitting cross legged on the bed, shoulders drooping, hair fluffy and messy in the waist, looks like an ordinary little girl.
Feng Jin touched her head and said in a warm voice, "do you want to take medicine now?"
Huarong: take your claws off my hair
Feng Jin moved his hand and pinched on her face: "sick still so fierce."
The face of the pinched face glared at him angrily. She knew that this guy would bully her when she was weak!
Feng Jin looked down at the medicine, "three times a day, one before going to bed Well, do you have to take your medicine now
He put down the pills and looked for cups everywhere. "Do you have hot water here?"
“…… In the kitchen. "
Feng brocade nodded, "then you wait for me."
"How did you get here?" Hesitated for a long time, Huarong still can't help asking out this sentence.
Feng Jin opened the door for a moment, back to her way: "I go home to see you are not in, I came out to look for you, want to ask if you are angry."
“……”
"My friend's birthday today, the voice is too noisy, I didn't hear what you called to say. In the future, I'll come home to eat with you in the evening, or if you like, I can take you out to eat. "
Huarong blinked.
Feng Jin turned her head and looked at her with a very serious look: "but don't leave without saying a word. Since we are married, you should at least let me know when you go out. "
Huarong hummed: "you didn't inform me when you went out."
Infusion until three o'clock in the morning, Yan Chuxi came out of the hospital with Huarong in his arms. There are sedative and analgesic drugs in the potion, but it's impossible to get rid of the nausea. The willow eyebrows of Huarong are wrinkled all the time, and they are held by Yan Chuxi and placed on the co pilot. "It seems that today's work can't be finished," she said wearily Yan Chuxi put the doctor's prescription into his pocket and drove to the villa. "You'd better have a good rest these days. You don't even have much to eat after your stomach is broken." Huarong chuckled a few times: "isn't this still you?" Yan Chuxi frowned and said, "did you forget to eat at noon?" Huarong languidly way: "carelessly forgot to eat." "Doesn't he know how to take care of you?" Yan Chuxi voice cold down, "he told you to go back, and do not take care of you, then you go back to do?" Huarong played with her fingernails, lowered her head, and said casually, "he doesn't need to take care of me. I'm such a big man. Do I have to take care of him? " "If so, you might as well not go back." Yan Chuxi was silent for a moment, and then said, "Miss, that person is not suitable for you." Huarong listened to his words and was silent. Maybe it's true. She and Feng Jin are two world people. Feng Jin's life is self-discipline and healthy. He would never have expected that someone in the world would forget lunch. And if she had no one to count the time for her, she might have forgotten to eat. It is two people with totally different living habits, who are forced to screw together by her. She did not blame Feng Jin for his carelessness. After all, it was not his fault, was it? If you really want to worry about it, it's her problem. It's just her bad habits. She closed her eyes and leaned on the seat of the car and whispered, "Chu Xi, don't say that. I don't like to hear it." Yan Chuxi didn't speak again and drove in silence. At the door of the villa, there is a black Rolls Royce. The headlights were on, and someone was standing at the door of their house, waiting for a rabbit. When yanchuxi took Huarong out of the carriage with a blanket wrapped in a blanket, she was almost asleep. She didn't open her eyes until Yan Chuxi's voice rang. "Why are you here?" Huarong opened her eyes and saw the Phoenix brocade standing at the door. The dew was heavy at night. He didn't know how long he had been standing at the door. His hair looked slightly damp. Facing each other with four eyes, Feng Jin's face gradually became a little nervous from the beginning. He came over and looked at her held by Yan Chuxi and asked, "what's the matter with you?" Huarong doesn't want to open her mouth. When Feng Jin sees her like this, she is really out of shape. What's more, when she opens her mouth, she may have a soft voice, which is not powerful. She looked at him, a little curious about how he got here. She also had the smell of hospital disinfectant. Fengjin soon smelled it out, and he said, "you went to the hospital!" Then he stretched out his hand and held her from Yan Chuxi's hand. Yan Chuxi did not refuse. Two people changed hands, Huarong was held in the arms of Fengjin. She turned her head to Yan Chuxi and denounced him with her eyes. How could you let me be seen by him? And it's close! Her face was as white as a ghost, and her lips were bloodless. She had no momentum at first sight. She was disgraced to death in front of Fengjin. Yan Chuxi smiles at her and opens the door. "Where is your room?" Feng Jin asked her. Huarong didn't want to talk. She raised her finger and pointed to the upstairs. Fengjin carried her to the upstairs and asked again, "which room?" What a pity. She doesn't want to be seen in her room by Feng Jin. There's no sorting. It's a mess. It's damaging to her dignified image. Yan Chuxi came over and opened the door for Fengjin: "this way." Huarong is full of resentment staring at his bodyguard. Does this guy have EQ? Huarong's room is very fragrant. This is the first feeling when Feng Jin goes in. he always thought that he was love to spray perfume, but I didn't think it was incense in the house. This is the first time he came to Huarong's bedroom. It is not as rigid as he imagined, noble and luxurious, even a little messy. There were slippers on the floor and a mahogany chair in front of the bed, which was valuable, but she used it to pile clothes. The bed is messy. It should be that she didn't make it after she left. On the bedside table, there are small ornaments, as well as her casual crystal pen.There are traces of her life everywhere. Feng brocade has a little emotion. The original life state of Huarong is like this. I can't hang the face of shame. Yan Chuxi came over and put the medicine on the bedside table and said to Huarong, "Miss, I'm out." Huarong ignored him. Feng Jin took a look at the medicine, "stomach medicine?" Huarong hugged her legs and said nothing. Feng Jin looked at her like a curious baby: "why don't you talk?" Don't show your face Nothing. " The voice is light and soft, with a little hoarse, listening to Feng Jin's ears, like a kitten meow. There was no momentum at all. She was ill, and no matter how domineering she was, she could not lift her spirits. She was not half as powerful as usual. Sitting cross legged on the bed, shoulders drooping, hair fluffy and messy in the waist, looks like an ordinary little girl. Feng Jin touched her head and said in a warm voice, "do you want to take medicine now?" Huarong: take your claws off my hair Feng Jin moved his hand and pinched on her face: "sick still so fierce." The face of the pinched face glared at him angrily. She knew that this guy would bully her when she was weak! Feng Jin looked down at the medicine, "three times a day, one before going to bed Well, do you have to take your medicine now He put down the pills and looked for cups everywhere. "Do you have hot water here?" In the kitchen. " Feng brocade nodded, "then you wait for me." "How did you get here?" Hesitated for a long time, Huarong still can't help asking out this sentence. Feng Jin opened the door for a moment, back to her way: "I go home to see you are not in, I came out to look for you, want to ask if you are angry." "My friend's birthday today, the voice is too noisy, I didn't hear what you called to say. In the future, I'll come home to eat with you in the evening, or if you like, I can take you out to eat. " Huarong blinked. Feng Jin turned her head and looked at her with a very serious look: "but don't leave without saying a word. Since we are married, you should at least let me know when you go out. " Huarong hummed: "you didn't inform me when you went out."
