You don't agree to have a baby, and you're anxious and angry about the divorce

The man gave the plate to Zhao Kun halfway through, and Zhao Kun followed behind him, looking puzzled: "Give it to me?"

Li Chengye glanced at Zhao Kun as he walked and said, "I'll go and see if she's dead or not. If she's not dead, send her in."

"What if he dies?" Zhao Kun spoke faster than his brain. After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong.

Li Chengye stopped and stared at Zhao Kun coldly: "If you die, will you marry me to bring good luck?"

Zhao Kun's expression was so complicated that it was distorted: "Boss, I'm a straight man."

Li Chengye kicked Zhao Kun on the butt: "Isn't it me?"

……

Li Chengye came to the bedroom on the second floor.

Zhao Kun was silently guarding in the corridor outside.

It was dark inside.

The light from outside streamed in through the balcony windows.

On the dim big bed, there was a ball curled up under the quilt. It looked very small, with just a slight bulge.

"Mu Yuan." Li Chenye called her directly without being polite.

No response.

Mu Yuan's drowsy body was struggling in the abyss.

I can feel and hear nothing but pain and discomfort.

Li Chengye's eyes flashed with impatience. He stepped forward, lifted the quilt over her head, and called out again, "Mu Yuan."

Still no response.

The man reached out and turned on the desk lamp.

The yellowish light illuminated her weak and pale cheeks.

Only then did Li Chengye see Mu Yuan clearly at this moment.

She curled up with her hands covering her abdomen. Not only was her face pale, but her forehead was covered in sweat. She looked extremely pitiful.

That slightly frowned expression, coupled with that beautiful face, made her look completely pitiful.

Li Chengye frowned slightly, and the image of her begging him to be gentler in a hoarse voice under him flashed through his mind again.

I had the same expression at that time.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her forehead was covered with sweat, her cheeks were flushed, and her cherry-red lips were slightly parted...

Some people on the Internet say that many people have different triggers for falling in love. Some are because of appearance, some are because of personality, and some are because of pure sex.

The kind of harmonious and synced sex that makes you forget everything else during intercourse.

When this thought flashed through his mind, Li Chengye's pupils were slightly stunned, and he immediately withdrew his thoughts.

That's because the old lady gave me medicine.

So the feeling will be particularly different.

The man immediately corrected the thoughts in his mind.

He bent down and patted Mu Yuan's face lightly, trying to wake her up.

But when he slapped him, Li Chengye realized something was wrong.

It was hot, like a stove.

Li Chengye was not very willing to take care of her.

He also felt that since she had married him to bring good luck, she couldn't die in his bed, that would be too unlucky for him.

After thinking it over, he took out his cell phone and called his family doctor over.

By the way, she sent a message to Qu Man, asking her to arrange someone to take care of her.

When Qu Man heard the news, she immediately came to the attic, and the family doctor also arrived.

The family doctor is proficient in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

As soon as he arrived, he took Mu Yuan's pulse. Feeling the pulse, the family doctor's face was very complicated. Qu Man thought that the condition was very serious, and asked quickly: "What's wrong? Is it serious?"

The doctor glanced at Li Chengye behind Qu Man, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Second Young Master, can I ask if you two have made love many times today?"

Well! Love?

Li Chengye barely concealed the disgust in his eyes: "Can you use another adjective?"

The bedroom door was open.

Zhao Kun, who was outside the door, also heard it clearly and almost laughed out loud.

Qu Man hit her son and said, "Just answer the doctor."

Li Chengye said reluctantly: "Yes."

"Can I ask how many times and how long?" the family doctor asked again.

Li Chengye's eyes gradually turned sinister: "Do you really have to ask these questions?"

The family doctor smiled and said in embarrassment: "Second Young Master, I need to understand the specific situation and find out why Miss Mu has a fever, so that I can prescribe medicine."

The main thing was that the old lady had told him that he had to prepare for pregnancy, so he had to be extra careful with the medication and not do anything careless, so he had to ask a few more questions.

Qu Man knew that this was a private matter between the couple.

Leave the room quietly, close the door, and wait for the doctor's diagnosis before going back in.

Li Chengye touched the tip of his nose unnaturally: "Six or seven times, I can't remember clearly."

Family doctor: "How long is the interval between each treatment? When did it start and when did the last one end?"

Li Chengye's face turned gloomy.

"I don't remember, maybe a few minutes, more than ten minutes, half an hour, etc."

"It starts...at noon."

"the last time……"

Li Chengye thought about it for a moment and his eyes inadvertently fell on Mu Yuan.

Because of the fever, her fair cheeks were flushed, her mouth was slightly open and she breathed in small sips, exuding an inexplicable alluring charm.

The last time was on the bed. Mu Yuan was panting so hard that the noise made him go crazy.

It was just crazy by the end.

The feeling of pleasure was so outrageous that he thought about it.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his mouth suddenly felt a little dry: "For the last time, it's almost dusk."

The family doctor had a subtle expression: "Send her to the hospital, to the gynecological emergency department. This condition is difficult to treat at home."

Li Chengye frowned: "Is it serious?"

"Every profession has its own expertise. In Ms. Mu's case, I can give her an injection to reduce the fever, but for other illnesses, my suggestion is to send her to the hospital. If not treated in time, the situation may become serious."

Li Cheng Yaxin secretly cursed him as a troublemaker, but he still had some conscience in his mouth: "Give me the fever-reducing injection first."