The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

"The nurse told you?" How did the nurse know the situation?But Lan Xinhui immediately thought that after the fat nurse helped her in, she helped input data on the desk next to the doctor, and she listened in on the conversation between the doctor and her, so she should know her situation very well .

Or just met Wang Zichen, so she should tell him the situation?Lan Xinhui sighed, it's okay, an outsider told him, and it saved her from racking her brains to figure out how to tell him.

She raised her head, stared at his expressionless face, and asked cautiously: "So, will you blame me?"

He was silent for a long time before he calmed down, shook his head, and held her in his arms again: "Let's forget about this, shall we?" He gently stroked her back and said, "I listen Said that you can't touch cold water during this time, I have already called the housekeeping aunt, and asked her to come and cook for you every day."

"Cook for me?" Lan Xinhui heard the strangeness in his words, and quickly asked: "What about you? Where are you going to eat?...Are you going to live here in the future?" Her heart suddenly tugged Get up: Is he still blaming her?So is he moving out?

"Don't be nervous," he lowered his head and kissed her frowning eyebrows reassuringly, "I'm just going on a business trip for a while." He said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, in such a special period, I should be with you The one around you, however, something happened to the branch in Europe, I have to rush over to deal with it."

"So that's how it is," Lan Xinhui breathed a sigh of relief, and she smiled at him, "It's okay, I can take care of myself..." Before she finished speaking, there was a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, and her face His smile froze, and his little hand unconsciously pressed on his stomach.

"How is it? Is it hard?" Seeing her pale face, Wang Zichen couldn't help becoming worried: "Do you need to take medicine to relieve the pain?"

"No need." Lan Xinhui said, another burst of falling pain hit her, the pain made her almost unable to sit still.She pressed her belly tightly and bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.

"What should I do?" Wang Zichen looked at her in pain anxiously: "What should I do to relieve your pain?"

His hands held her little face, she felt the temperature of his palms, the pain seemed not so unbearable, she took a deep breath and said, "You help me get the medicine."

She reluctantly raised her finger and pointed to a plastic bag on the bedside table: "Bring a pack of medicine for hot compress...the white ones are bigger."

Wang Zichen let her go, went to the bedside table and rummaged for a while, and brought back a pack of medicine, which was indeed a hot compress medicine.Lan Xinhui applied it on her lower abdomen, after a while, it began to warm up, and the pain gradually eased.

"Is the medicine effective?" Wang Zichen felt relieved when he saw her frown that was tightly furrowed gradually relaxed.He picked up another pack of hot compress medicine and looked at it.

The medicine was in a package as big as the palm of your hand, and inside it was in the shape of tiny granules. Wang Zichen looked at the instructions and said that it was used to relieve pain after miscarriage, repair the uterus, and also be used for dysmenorrhea... He didn't read any more , Put the medicine back.

After Lan Xinhui applied the medicine, the pain subsided a lot, so she drank some chicken soup and ate some food for dinner.

In the evening, Wang Zichen went to bed early and hugged her to sleep.

Rarely did they sleep in this embrace without any desire.In his arms, she felt very at ease, and even the pain seemed to have eased a lot, and she gradually fell asleep soon.