Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"No, I have a stomachache."

"I'll have someone call a family doctor."

"No," Ye Qingcheng grabbed his sleeve when he saw he was going to make a phone call. Seeing him turn around, ye Qingcheng hurriedly released, "it's just like this every time. I'm used to it."

You don't have to let other doctors go all the way alone in the middle of the night.

It takes more than an hour and nearly two hours to get here from the city.

Her dysmenorrhea is used to it. She usually has abdominal pain and can't stand up. So every time aunt is about to visit, she will stay in bed for a day in advance, and adjust her diet before that.

It's just that she hasn't had a good rest these days, let alone diet.

And she also forgot about her great aunt. Although her aunt was not allowed, she would only postpone or premise for up to two days.

"Are you sure it's all right?" Dongfang Shijin stared at her tightly, his voice oppressed.

"Yes." Ye Qingcheng said faintly.

"I'll let the kitchen cook brown sugar ginger tea." Dongfang Shijin didn't forget the precautions and food therapy written by the doctor today.

Three full pages.

There are detailed soup, porridge and various ingredients.

Seeing that he could not refuse, ye Qingcheng turned his head and simply pulled the quilt and lay in bed.

Every menstrual period, she is always confused and uncomfortable, especially prone to sleepiness.

Before he fell asleep, the whole person was pulled up, and the strong smell of ginger tea came to his nose

"Drink while it's hot." an indisputable order.

"..." drinking while it's hot is not drinking while it's hot!

Obviously just want to burn her!

Ye Qingcheng is very reluctant and hates the taste of ginger tea

"The moon has always been so painful?"

"Yes."

"Why don't I help you?"

"How to solve it?"

"What do you say?" he said. "Naturally, I stopped your monthly affairs in my way."

"You dream --!"

Dongfang Shijin smiled low and stopped joking with her.

Half forcibly fed her a bowl of ginger tea. Ye Qingcheng's tongue was almost numb. He put down the porcelain bowl, half leaned against the big bed, lowered his head and grabbed her red lips.

The faint smell of ginger filled my mouth.

The lips of Dongfang Shijin were raised slightly, and her hands slipped into her lower abdomen. Ye Qingcheng thought he was going to do something. She was in menstruation!

Hurriedly pressed his big hand.

Instead of going down, he gently placed it on her lower abdomen and slowly rubbed it for her to alleviate the falling pain of her lower abdomen

"Puff --"

"Puff --"

Beside his ears was his powerful heartbeat.

"How strong is this?"

"Not bad."

"Right or wrong location?"

“……”

Ye Qingcheng slowed down for two days. Obviously, he was forced to oppress him and was not allowed to get out of bed.

Three meals a day are all blood tonic meals, and even drinks are carefully prepared and hard to drink ginger tea.

Even when he went to the toilet, he personally sent it to the toilet.

Ye Qingcheng came out of the toilet. His aunt was nearing the end. When she came out, the man still stood at the door and looked at her with heavy eyes.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes."

After repeatedly confirming that ye Qingcheng had nothing to do, he sat back in front of the sofa again.

Ye Qingcheng sat on the bed. Her face was a little unnatural. She didn't know how it was.

These days, he hasn't gone anywhere. He has been in this bedroom almost every step of the way.

Does he care about her?

But he clearly did that to her again.