Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 858 She Knows, He Feeds Her Blood Again

Kneeling on one knee, he carefully placed her on the bed.

The light in the cabin is dim, just right for taking a rest.

It takes at least ten hours to fly from the imperial capital to Paris.

When she fell asleep, she might have arrived in Paris after waking up.

In fact, Amy did sleep for a long time.

But along with the intermittent attack of her internal illness, almost every two hours, she would twitch and die of pain.

When the plane was about to land, her whole body was covered in sweat, and she was as weak as a weak willow Fufeng.

After all, Paul felt sorry for her, and couldn't bear to see her suffer from the attack, so he finally drew a tube of blood and fed her the medicine she usually took, and she woke up quietly when the plane landed.

James Allen, the eldest son of the James family, was waiting at the airport long ago.

Paris is six hours faster than the time in the imperial capital. At this time, it is eleven o'clock in the middle of the night in the imperial capital and four o'clock in the morning in Paris.

The clouds in the east had just turned white, and Amy took a breath of fresh and clean air, feeling a little cold all over her body, as if she had died once.

With Paul's support, she walked down the steps on the lifting ladder.

When she landed completely, she turned her head to look at the slightly tired Paul, and asked in a low voice of concern, "Luo, did you not rest all the way?"

Amy felt that asking this question was too hypocritical, so it was superfluous, and then changed her words: "Did I have another attack? Did you take care of me all the way?"

Paul's sleeves were rolled up high. With the faint light, the sharp-eyed Amy noticed that the white cuffs at the bend of his arms were stained with bright red blood, and her heart sank immediately.

She knew that he fed her blood again.

In the past, he fed her blood, she took it for granted, they were fiancee and fiancee, nothing.

Now, there are two doors of time and space between her and him, there are several unclear emotional entanglements, mixed tastes intertwined with sore heart pain.

The better he treats her, the more unscrupulous the oppressive heaviness in her heart will be.

Because of him, she is what she is today.

She wanted to hate, but couldn't.

...

Allen hadn't seen his sister for several weeks, and with a hot breakfast in his hand, he strode towards her politely.

He approached, shook the breakfast in front of Amy, and smiled softly, "Honey, you don't look very well, do you want to drink hot milk first, or eat your favorite panini first?"

Saying that, Allen still didn't forget to nod and smile politely to Paul behind her, "Thank you, Master Earl!"

Paul nodded to Allen, "Master Allen, didn't Auntie prepare light porridge for her? It's better not to give her food like Panini, which has no nutritious texture. She is not feeling well recently."

Allen shrugged, expressing indifference.

His blue pupils fell on the haggard Amy's face, and he felt distressed for a moment, "Honey, why is your face so bad? If you don't have an appetite, wait for the elder brother to pick you up and let the mother do it for you again?"

Amy was a little hungry. She first took a few sips of the hot milk from Alan's hand, and then took her favorite panini and ate it with relish.

Probably a little anxious to eat, choked.

Allen patted her on the back and let her breathe a few more times before he was full of spoiling reproaches, "You don't have to change your gluttonous nature at all. Whether the family needs you to eat or drink. "

Amy chuckled, and said, "Brother, when did you come here? Couldn't it be that you've been here in the middle of the night, what should sister-in-law do?"

(End of this chapter)