Business tycoon's honey wife

Wen Wan can't remember the detailed process clearly. She only remembers that at that time, she was facing tall and strong boys. Wen Wan didn't compete with them, so she was pushed into the cold pool. For a long time, when Wen Mo cried for the teacher, Wen Wan had been frozen and almost fainted.

But after that, she didn't know whether to vent her anger or what. She hated Wen Mo more and never gave Wen Mo a good face.

It's embarrassing to think about it.

Wen Wan took a pale lip, touched his nose and changed the topic, "why do you suddenly remember to come to me today?"

Wen Mo squatted down and silently picked up all the things he had just overturned, "I'm on holiday to see if your injury is good, and I just remember your menstruation today..."

The palm of his hand held things tightly without trace, and there were green marks on the back of his hand.

Wen Wan's menstruation is very regular, so he remembers very clearly. He actually knows more about her than she does.

So some things, she still forgot.

Wen Mo took something in his hand and turned downstairs without saying a word.

Wen Wan was stunned. "Wen Mo, where are you going?"

From her angle, she could only see Wen Mo's calm back, but she couldn't see Wen Mo's gloomy expression.

"I'll cook ginger soup for you." after leaving this sentence, Wen Mo opened the door and left the room.

Wen Wan stared at the closed door and blinked. She didn't know if it was her illusion. She always felt that Wen Mo was a little strange today.

When he came back with steaming ginger soup, his face was obviously much better.

Smelling the smell from a distance, Wen Wan took the lead in frowning, because she hated ginger very much.

I didn't feel anything before. She couldn't help asking about the smell now.

Bitter face to discuss, "can I, do not drink this, black sugar, brown sugar, I can..."

Her soft appearance is a little like a child bargaining with her parents. Wen Mo looks relaxed, but it is rare to be tough in front of Wen Wan. "No, Jiang drives out the cold. You are so willful that your body can't be well conditioned all the time."

Wen Wan resisted and looked at the orange liquid in Wen Mo's bowl. He felt bitter. However, listening to Wen Mo's tone, there was an illusion that their sister and brother had always had a good relationship, as if Wen Mo had been with her for many years.

But in Wen Wan's eyes, Wen Mo is her brother after all. As a sister, she must set an example, so when Wen Mo handed over the spoon containing the soup, she hardened her scalp and drank it, and the spicy taste stimulated her taste buds.

When Wen Wan finished drinking, his small face wrinkled tightly. Wen Mo stared at her and observed for a long time. Finally, she couldn't help it. She lost a plum in her mouth. She couldn't lose her temper. "Eating a plum can alleviate a little."

When Wen Wan held the plum, the sweet and sour taste came into her mouth. She was almost moved to cry and pulled Wen Mo's sleeve, "my dear brother, when did you become so considerate?"

Not long ago, he was treated as a child. After the last injury, Wen Wan found that Wen Mo was not generally good at taking care of people. He just liked to be coquettish.

Wen Mo sat by her bed and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead. His face suddenly became more gentle. "If you like, I can always treat you?"

Wen Wan lay on his side and couldn't help laughing. "How can you do that? You'll have to make a girlfriend in the future. At that time, you'll still have to spend more time with your girlfriend, otherwise the girl's heart is very sensitive and fragile."

Wen Mo's eyes darkened, "I don't need that kind of thing." he raised his hand and lifted Wen Wan's hair. When he took back his fingertips, he could vaguely smell a faint fragrance.

Wen Wan raised his head and squinted at him, "how can a girlfriend be something?"

Wen Mo disapproved and said, "anyway, I don't need it. It's enough for me to have a sister..."

And the second half of the sentence, can he only have one sister in his life?

But he didn't ask. He was afraid to scare her.

Wen Wan thought that Wen Mo was coquettish again and smiled helplessly, but before long, he felt that the pain in his lower abdomen seemed to be relieved. After his body relaxed, fatigue and sleepiness swept up in an instant.

Winmerton paused. "Are you sleepy?"

Wen Wan's eyes had begun to fight up and down the eyelids and nodded slowly.

Wen Mo hurriedly fished Wen Wan up, put her head on his leg, covered her with a blanket, and patted her on the back, "then go to sleep, I'll be here with you."

Wen Wan soon fell asleep. She didn't know if someone was taking care of her today. She indulged herself. If she couldn't straighten up her painful waist before, she would bite her teeth and bear it.

Wen Wan really thinks it's good to have a brother. Why didn't she find out earlier? She was really bad to Wen mo before. Maybe she should compensate him in the future.

When Fu Sihan finished his work and returned to Fu residence, the night had fallen.

In early summer, there was a big temperature difference between day and night. When he entered the house, he took a cold air, but saw that there was no vivid figure in the house.

Fu Sihan loosened the tie on his neck and twisted his eyebrows deeply.

The servant immediately came and took his coat. "Sir, Mrs. Shao is not feeling well. She is resting in her bedroom. She has been sleeping for a long time."

Fu Sihan frowned more tightly and stared at the half open door upstairs, but his steps were lighter, but his voice was still a little cold, "is your body uncomfortable?"

The servant nodded, "uh huh, it started at noon, but Mrs. Shao's brother also came and has been taking care of her."

The pace of Fu Sihan's feet suddenly paused, did not ask any more, and stepped on the stairs upstairs without saying a word.

When I came to the half open door, I just saw the scene that Wen Wan fell asleep on Wen Mo's leg unprepared.

In the room, only the chrysanthemum warm wall lamp is on, Wen Mo hangs his head, and the fundus of his eyes is the tenderness that can't be covered by broken hair. He patted Wen Wan's back again and again, like taking care of any treasure carefully.

Fu Sihan's pupil shrinks, and the palm hanging on his side is gradually pinched.

The next second Fu Sihan pushed the door in and asked him in a low voice, "Why are you in Fu residence?"

Wen Mo suddenly looked up. At the moment he saw Fu Sihan, the tenderness in the bottom of his eyes disappeared and was immediately covered by cold. "She's not feeling well. I'll take care of her. Is there a problem?"

Fu Sihan's eyes fell on Wen Wan. At the moment, many ruddy faces had appeared, and he said in a frozen voice, "what's the matter with her?"

Wen Mo coldly hooked his lower lip. "She comes to menstruation at this time of the month. Dysmenorrhea is very serious on the first day, because she fell the root cause of palace cold when she was a child and hasn't been adjusted." his tone is like a few treasures.

Even his younger brother, Wen Mo, was an adult man, but he was so careful about women's private affairs that Fu Sihan felt a strong unhappiness at the bottom of his heart.

He walked over at random. "It's hard for you to take care of your sister. I'll take care of it next."

Wen Mo stopped and looked at Fu Sihan, but after a moment, he still held Wen Wan out of his position.

Seeing Fu Sihan sitting in his position, Wen Mo really couldn't hide his sneer, "brother-in-law, as my sister's husband, you don't even know her physical condition. Will you be a little too incompetent?"

Wen Mo's words were blatantly provocative. He was not afraid of Fu Sihan, because his disgust and hatred for his brother-in-law had long been deep into the bone marrow!