Doted On Pregnant Wife:Good Night,Mr Zhan!

Zheng Ling suddenly risked her life. She bit her wrist.

I wish she were dead. It's over when you die.

Han Han Jue heard the abnormal sound coming from the bedroom. Although it was a slight sound, he still walked to the bedroom with vigilance.

Although the doors and windows of the room have been sealed, all sharp edges and corners are also wrapped by soft corner guards. The family is supposed to be extremely safe. So the heart of the cold Lord was still calm at the beginning.

Just push open the bedroom, smell a smell of blood, the heart of the Han Jue instantly hang up.

He quickly ran to the bed, opened Zheng Ling's quilt, but saw Zheng Ling's wrist was bitten by her flesh and blood.

The warlord only felt that his heart had fallen into the bottomless abyss, as if he was struggling to climb up. Such as trapped animals, desperate to the point.

He hugged Zheng Ling into his arms and examined the wound for her with tears. Fortunately, her millet teeth were shallow, and the wounds were all skin and flesh, and the aorta was not injured.

Han Jue's throat was blocked like lead. The blood in the eagle's pupil infected his tears. He blamed himself, "don't you like brother Jue holding you so much? Zheng Ling, what should I do so that you can forgive me? "

He thought that Zheng Ling's suicide was that he had been stimulated to get close to her just now. He clearly remembered the doctor's advice: you are her risk factor now...

Lord Zhan has never been so desperate at that moment, "I know you hate me, but Zheng Ling, in this world, I put you in other people's hands, I am not at ease. Please help me and stay by my side. Brother Jue will love you well all his life and only listen to you. Please don't try to escape me. How about that? "

Zheng Ling curled up in his arms, I don't know when he has closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhan hanjue found the medicine box and gently smeared the medicine on her wound.

It's another frightening day.

After Zheng Ling wakes up, Han hanjue has made lunch.

Holding her to the table, the table full of rich lunch, Zheng Ling did not show the meaning of like.

In fact, since she was obsessed with depression, her gastrointestinal tract will have anorexia reaction. No matter what you eat, you spit it out.

So she was as light as a swallow.

In order to let her eat more rice, he took the trouble to fry many kinds of dishes. Will also borrow Baidu to learn new dishes, but little effect.

Zheng Ling ate a mouthful of meat balls, then nausea and vomiting.

Zhan hanjue sighed with chagrin. He hated that he didn't know much about Zheng Ling before. He knew too little about the food she liked.

Zheng Ling put down chopsticks, Han Jue kind coax way, "baby, eat a few more rice, OK?"

Zheng Ling shakes her head.

Han Jue scooped out yam porridge and coaxed her to eat. Seeing Zheng Ling's painful appearance, he could not bear to force her, so he gave up.

Because he has no appetite.

The table was full of food, but hardly moved. It happens every day. I don't know how to describe it.

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