There is a cute baby at home: Mommy, a playwright, is super sweet

Luo Yiyi stood in the rain and sneezed. She wanted to wipe her tears with her hand, but suddenly her eyes went dark and she fell down.

Feeling dizzy and nauseous, she lay powerlessly on the ground, feeling the icy cold rain hitting her body, her whole body turned cold, and she gradually passed out.

"Sir, Miss Luo seems to have passed out!"

The housekeeper found that something was wrong, and hurriedly reported it to Shen Boyan.

Unexpectedly, Shen Boyan snorted coldly: "It must be acting again!"

"But……"

The housekeeper hesitated to speak, and just wanted to tell him that this time it was not like a show, but because of Shen Boyan's majestic momentum, he still retreated with a sigh.

Shen Boyan's footsteps were fixed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes were fixed on the figure that looked thinner and slender in the wind and rain, and his brows frowned deeper.

Did you really pass out?No way.

The Luo Yiyi in his memory always appeared in front of him with a bright smile on his face, and he was full of energy every day to pester him coquettishly and cutely, never when he was sick or weak, how could it be...

The chaotic thoughts came to an abrupt end, because he saw the butler tremblingly leading a bodyguard out, commanding the bodyguard to hug Luo Yiyi horizontally.

Luo Yiyi leaned in the arms of the bodyguard, motionless, her arms were still hanging down weakly along the clothes.

Shen Boyan stood on the spot, stared at the figure for a long time, squeezed his fingers, and finally couldn't help but walk out.

……

In the room of the villa, Luo Yiyi felt that her body was very cold, but after being cold for a long time, it became hot again. Due to the fever, the whole body seemed to be on the verge of burning.

His lips were dry, and he kept having nightmares. He subconsciously wanted to find water to drink, but he managed to open his eyes, only to see Shen Boyan standing beside his bed. At this moment, he was holding a glass of water in his hand.

"Get up, drink water, take medicine."

Seeing that she woke up, Shen Boyan instantly recovered his previous indifferent expression, his tone was so cold that it seemed to be an order.

"Old, husband?"

Luo Yiyi couldn't believe her eyes, and asked tentatively, "You saved me?"

Seeing that she didn't intend to take medicine, Shen Boyan narrowed his eyes: "I have hands and feet, do you want me to feed you?"

The next moment, Luo Yiyi had a flash of inspiration, and immediately lay down on the bed weakly, obviously acting like a spoiled child: "I feel so uncomfortable, I have no strength, I need my husband to feed me to take medicine."

Shen Boyan kept a straight face, put the water glass heavily on the head of the bed table, and snorted: "Would you like to eat or not!"

He turned around and wanted to leave, but a soft body stuck to him. Luo Yiyi took the opportunity to get up, hooked Shen Boyan's neck, and rubbed his arms coquettishly: "Honey, I knew you would be soft-hearted and won't leave me alone." of."

"But……"

She changed the subject, and said softly and aggrievedly coquettishly: "Don't treat me like this again in the future, I was really sad just now."

Shen Boyan's body froze, and when he felt Luo Yiyi's Wenxiang's soft body rubbing against his arms, a dark and unclear emotion flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, as if she suddenly thought of something, she suddenly tore her arm off with force. Luo Yiyi was caught off guard, and fell onto the bed, feeling dizzy again.

She frowned uncomfortably, but Shen Boyan said coldly and condescendingly: "Luo Yiyi, listen clearly..."

There was obviously hatred in his eyes, and he warned almost threateningly: "We are already divorced."