Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Tong Huaimu's sore spot was touched, his face suddenly darkened, and it was so cold that ink was dripping out.

He forcefully swept the test paper and the draft paper on the table away, gnashing his teeth and cursing, "Since you think I'm a waste, why are you still pretending to talk about tutoring? Are you pretending to be kind to my dad? Oh, stop disgusting me!"

"You're not leaving? Fine, I'll leave!"

He slammed the door and left angrily.

The door was smashed with a loud bang.

"you!"

Jian Yan stared at the door, shaking with anger, her eyes red. She stayed where she was and did not chase after him.

It was obvious that he was just fooling around and his attitude was not right, but he actually accused her of pretending to be kind and hypocritical?

Hypocritical...hypocritical!

She endured it so hard that her fists were about to break.

The unvented anger piled up in the chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"Why...why?"

She was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes.

I wanted to help him and teach him seriously, but it was a thankless task and I was insulted.

"call--"

It took her a long time to calm her heaving chest and force herself to calm down.

His eyes fell on the test papers scattered on the ground and he stared at them for a while.

He bent down and picked up the papers on the ground one by one, with his eyes drooping and a dejected look on his face.

"The mission failed, and all previous efforts were wasted..."

Suddenly I felt tired and my heart felt extremely difficult and tired.

After preparing for so long, I thought everything would go smoothly, but I didn't expect to mess it up on the first day.

Now, it becomes even more difficult to make further progress.

After packing up, Jian Yan knew to leave Tong Huaimu's room and went downstairs. Her steps were heavy, and she had a lot on her mind. Her hands were weak on the handrail of the spiral staircase.

The whole person was devastated.

She walked into the cold storage room and picked out a bottle of red wine.

She used to have a habit of getting herself half drunk when she was in a bad mood, then taking a nap to forget everything for a while. After waking up, she would calm down and face the problem and find a solution.

The system voice in my mind sounded: "Ding! The anchor's mission failure has been detected. Punishment measures will be implemented."

Jade Rabbit: Can I change the punishment? That's just my random thought!

Jian Yan was silent for a moment, "I didn't complete the task, so it's only natural that I should be punished."

She walked into the living room. The sharp-eyed Wang Ma saw that she was depressed and wanted to say something.

Just as she was about to speak, the woman said tiredly, "Auntie Wang, you and the others should go back and rest. You don't have to be on duty tonight."

"I want to be alone here for a while and don't want anyone to disturb me."

Wang Ma was happy to hear that get off work was over early, so she left with the others. She was the only one left in the huge living room.

Jane Yan leaned lazily on the leather living room sofa, shaking the wine glass, letting the scarlet liquid slide down her lips and into her throat, and drank half a bottle of chilled red wine in a depressed mood.

He was drunk and put the glass on the coffee table. Then he leaned over and fell asleep on the sofa.

In the middle of the night, Jian Yan felt cramps in his abdomen, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

She almost cried in pain, but she had no strength to get up, and her eyelids were glued together. Her mind was in a fuzzy mess, and she was not conscious.

Feeling cold and dizzy, he curled up on the sofa, closed his eyes tightly, and let out a tiny, almost inaudible whimper from his throat.

pain……

it hurts……

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't utter a word no matter how hard she tried, let alone call for help.

It was like being trapped in a deep nightmare, as if sleep paralyzed. I felt severe pain in my body but was unable to struggle to get up.

His consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes not, but he had no strength to move, and the most he could do was tremble due to the pain.

Near coma.

"Jian Yan, Jian Yan..."

A voice came from her ear. She could vaguely hear that the other party was calling her name, but because of her drowsiness, she lost the ability to analyze who the owner of the voice was.

Suddenly, his body felt light.

She didn't know whether it was a dream or reality. She was torn between endless dizziness and pain, unable to wake up.

The man picked her up and felt the cold hands and feet and twitching body of the person in his arms. He hurriedly asked the servant beside him to drive the car, "Butler Liu, hurry! Go to the hospital!"

……

Jian Yan vaguely felt that she was in a car and someone was holding her shoulders.

She wanted to open her eyes to see, wanted to speak, wanted to ask herself what was going on, but what came out of her throat was a series of painful groans.

“…It hurts…it hurts…”

The man wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a tissue, saw a pale and painful face, and looked up to urge the driver, "Butler Liu, drive faster!"

Butler Liu was so nervous that sweat broke out on his temples. "Okay."

The wife was unconscious in the living room, and no one in the huge villa saw her. What a huge negligence! If anything happened to the wife, not only the other servants, but even he, the butler, would not be able to escape responsibility.

When Jian Yan woke up again, it was early morning.

She struggled to sit up on the bed, feeling dizzy and wanting to vomit but unable to, her body was numb and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

The sweat on my body soaked my pajamas, which stuck to my body and made me feel extremely uncomfortable. The quilt piled up on my abdomen as I stood up, and when the wind blew in, my whole body felt like it was being pricked by needles, and I shivered violently.

She made up the quilt again.

I knocked my head hard and finally woke up a little. I looked around with hazy eyes, relying on the dim moonlight coming in from the window.

She remembered that she was sent to the hospital and this was the hospital ward.

At this moment, there was another pain in the abdomen. Jian Yan frowned and sweat broke out on his forehead.

I couldn't help but lean forward, leaning against my bent legs. I pressed my stomach with my hands, squeezing to relieve the pain.

The whole person curled up, unable to move at all due to the pain.

It took a while before the feeling eased a little.

As she moved, she pulled the needle on the back of her right hand and glanced at the IV bottle. The simple movement now seemed extremely difficult.

He turned his face back with difficulty and buried it in his knees, breathing was difficult. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, searching for information in his fragmented memory.

My brain is like rusty and can't function.

It took me a long time to recall the whole process.

She drank and fell asleep on the sofa. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen but couldn't wake up. Then she heard someone calling her... and felt the road bumpy, probably in the car.

When she was taken to the hospital emergency room, she heard a voice saying something like "dysmenorrhea" and "painkillers". Another voice kept answering "OK" and "hurry up".

Whose voice is so anxious?

She couldn't tell.

She could only recall that when she heard that person calling her name, she lay pale on the sofa, like a drowning person grabbing at duckweed, and a feeling of joy and excitement as if she were reborn arose in her heart.

Along with the pain in her lower abdomen, a warm current surged down and her body froze in an instant.

Dysmenorrhea...period!

She didn't wear a sanitary napkin!

Thinking of this, she got out of bed almost immediately. The moment her feet touched the ground, she felt dizzy and almost fell.

She held onto the bed, suppressed the urge to vomit, found her slippers and put them on, then held onto the wall to go to the private bathroom in the ward.

I lay in front of the sink, trying to vomit but unable to.

When I was going to the toilet, I suddenly realized that my underwear had been replaced with pajamas.

Her body froze and her pupils suddenly shrank.

She looked carefully and found that the pajamas had actually been changed, but the color was similar, so she didn't notice it.