Hubby,love is so hard

Shang Jin deeply looked at her hard to bear appearance, his heart can't help but tightly twitch, this stupid woman, can't lower her head with him, really lose?

She is good, at least he can let her live in peace, no, since she appeared in his plan, none of them can live in peace.

Ji Yan's lips are bitten by her. She's supporting, at least until the end.

Mrs. Shang can't stop fighting. Maybe since she heard Shang Yu'an's name and thought of the old man's betrayal, she vented all her resentment to Ji Yan. Her strength of beating is heavier and heavier.

"Young master, young master, please advise your wife, young lady can't be beaten like this any more," Zhang Ma finally couldn't look down and knelt down in front of Shang Jin Shen.

Ji Yan's eyes are full of light. She wants to ask Zhang ma not to kneel. Kneeling is useless, but she has no strength to speak.

Shang Jin Shen didn't look at Zhang Ma, looking at Ji Yan's stubborn little face with bleeding lips, his heart became more and more agitated: "enough."

Mrs. Shang doesn't seem to hear Shang Jinshen's voice at all. He slides in his wheelchair and reaches for his cane. The strength is too strong. Suddenly, a bloodstain appears on his palm. The blood may be Ji Yan's.

He closed his eyes, bent over and pulled Ji Yan's soft but bloodstained body in his arms: "enough, mom, I don't want to see you using this cane in the future."

After that, she ignored the incredulous lady Shang and motioned to the housekeeper to push them upstairs.

In the guest room, Shang Jin Shen puts Ji Yan on the bed with a complicated face. She still holds the medicine bag tightly in her hand, with dazzling blood stains on it.

After a while, he took out the medicine bag in her hand, took out the medicine bottle and opened her clothes.

Ji Yan has just passed out, and now she can only hear her weak murmur. Shang Jinshen spreads white ointment on the blue and red swelling little by little, with scars all over his body. He applies it on his cold face one by one.

Maybe the ointment is too stimulating. Ji Yan's stuffy hum turns into a whimper. The crystal clear tears meander down her cheek. It's obvious that she tends to wet the whole pillow.

"Wu... Pain," Meng Buding heard Ji Yan's frowning voice, Shang Jin took a deep breath, and his movement was lighter.

Shang Jinshen put down the ointment, took a cloth to wet it, and came back to wipe her forehead, neck and other places. According to her way, it must be impossible to take a bath.

After a full hour, Shang Jinshen shook his towel and walked out.

I don't know whether I wake up from pain or hunger. Ji Yan opens her eyes to see that it's the guest room. She struggles to get up and doesn't dare lean towards the head of the bed. The burning pain in her back makes her clench her teeth.

Smelling the strong smell of Medicine on her body, she was stunned and couldn't figure out who gave her the medicine. It should be mother Zhang, right?

Feeling her stomach, Ji Yan sips her mouth. She is busy designing her works when she goes to work. She originally planned to buy something to eat on her way back, but there is no chance because of Shang Jin Shen.

When she came back, she naturally felt weak and had some stomach cramps.

Holding down her abdomen, Ji Yan wants to get up and go out to find Zhang Ma for something to eat. But if she meets Mrs. Shang, she will have to have an accident again. She doesn't want to make trouble any more.

Some of them bowed their heads in dismay. Even if they didn't pay well in the Ji family, they didn't get to this point. I'm afraid others think that she had to suffer from what happened when she married to a business. It's rumored that she "schemed" to get married for her sister.

Ji Yan suddenly thought of the bread she bought in the morning in her bag. She stuffed the rest of it into her bag. She took the bag at the head of the bed and chewed some dry bread while thinking that she looked like Cinderella in a fairy tale.

Ji Yan teases herself. She is not Cinderella, and there will be no prince in her life.

She doesn't have time to complain and feel sorry for herself. As her own father, Ji Fu treats her daughter so harshly, and she can't expect to be treated well when she marries a businessman.

It's lucky to have a good stomach, a good body and a good design.

All of a sudden, Ji Yan is sweating. Her stomach hurts violently and her head is dizzy. Her two hands hold her stomach tightly and the bread rolls to one side.

Die of patience, Ji Yan thought, through on the line.

Late at night, Shang Jinshen finished his business, went out and walked around the guest room, thinking that he would take a look and leave.

But it doesn't matter. Ji Yan seems to be suffering a lot in bed, and her petite body is twitching. He can't help but be in a hurry, forward pull her body: "Ji Yan, how to return a responsibility?"

Ji Yan closed her eyes tightly, and her mouth overflowed with a voice as light as a cat: "pain, good pain," which is enough to make people heartache.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere is painful," Ji Yan shrivels a small mouth, seem to have the meaning of coquetry, like a child, sob in a low voice.

Shang Jin Shen was shocked, and he felt like scratching his heart. He took the phone and dialed it quickly. His always calm voice was anxious for the first time: "Smith, hurry up."

"Hold on, hold on a little longer," his hand gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"After parturition, I didn't have a good rest. I was tired and weak. I had a lot of inflamed wounds on my body, which caused fever. In addition, I had irregular eating and stomach trouble again." Smith looked serious and turned to Shang Jinshen: "young master, if you go on tossing, the life of the young lady may be over."

Smith was angry with her boss for the first time because of a patient. The reason for Ji Yan's situation was all caused by the business. Before the abortion, he checked Ji Yan's body, which was good. In just a few days, he almost lost half his life.

Shang Jin looks deeply at Ji Yan with a painful face and is silent.

Smith did not say much, fever medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine ready to give the door to the mother Zhang, and asked: "first prepare some warm porridge for the young lady to eat, and then let her take medicine and rest, if the fever does not subside tomorrow, you have to send to the hospital."

Zhang's mother looks at Ji Yan heartily. She dares not go there to have a look. She quickly takes the medicine to cook porridge.

Before Smith left, he said to Shang Jin Shen, "young master, if this happens again, you don't need to call me. You can send me to the hospital for first aid, or you can wait to collect the young lady's body."

Such abuse, thanks to the little wife did not commit suicide depression, it can be seen that his heart is tough, Smith's elbow, for the first time toward outsiders.

Shang Jin was not angry because of Smith's words. He quietly looked at the fragile little woman, and his eyes fell on the half piece of dry bread in the corner of the bed. His dark eyes were obscure.

"Ji Yan, get better soon. Ben won't care about you any more." After touching her sweaty hair, Shang Jin Shen turned and went out.