Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Perhaps the strength of the anesthetic has passed. She just feels that her head hurts. It seems that she was severely hit by something. Think about it carefully. Isn't her head hit by something.

"Xue he, you finally wake up." Xia Ling, who was just dozing off, suddenly stood up and rushed to Xue he's bed with another arrow. She carefully tucked Xue he in. "Do you feel anything uncomfortable? Do you want me to call a doctor to show you?"

There were really bursts of pain on her head, but she thought it should be due to the operation.

In order not to let Xia Ling worry, she pulled out a smile hard“ I'm fine, but I still have a little pain in my head. "

"How can you still have a headache? I'll call a doctor to have a look." She turned to call a doctor.

Xue he grabbed her. "I've just finished the operation. The pain is normal. It's not normal if I don't feel at all."

After listening to Xue he's words, Xia Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "yes, you must hurt just after the operation." She paused and then said, "are you hungry now? Shall I prepare something for you?"

Xue he shook his head. "Can I ask you to help me up? My waist is sore when I lie like this." Not only the waist is sore, but also the legs are numb.

Xia Ling took a pillow to Xue he and padded it behind her. After finishing it, she still looked at it uneasily, "really don't need to call a doctor."

Xue he shook his head reluctantly. "I really don't need it. If I feel uncomfortable, I won't be polite to you."

"It's OK, it's ok..." Xia Ling burst into tears as she spoke, and she kept wiping the tears in her eyes. She told herself that she should be happy when Xue he woke up, but she just couldn't help crying.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you crying?" Xue he looked around and found no paper. She simply pulled her sleeve and wiped Xia Ling's tears.

"I'm just too excited. It's great that you can do nothing. I was almost scared to death when I was waiting for you to have an operation."

Xue he patted his chest. "Don't you think I'm all right now. Don't worry anymore."

Xia Ling wiped the tears on her face, "yes, just fine, just fine." She smiled at Xue he.

"Nangong Shiya."

Xia Ling tightly pursed her lips, "she hurt you and ran away." There seemed to be something flickering in her clear eyes. She said in a dumb voice, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who bothered you today."

"Don't tell me if you are involved or not. I just like to meddle in my own affairs. Today, even if I were someone else, I would rush up. " She hoped that her words would make Xia Ling feel a little less guilty.

"Anyway, I want to thank you today."

"Thank you. I'll take it, but I don't accept such verbal thanks. I think my injury may have to be cultivated in the hospital for some time. Then I'll give you my lunch. You don't know how bad the hospital set meal is. "

"OK, just tell me what you want to eat, but it can't be too exciting." Xue he's attitude made Xia Ling feel a little better. As long as she could do something for her, even such a trivial thing.

"That's right." Xia Ling suddenly thought of something important.

"What's the matter?" Xue he frowned.

"Mr. Han came too, but he left after you came out of the operating room."

Xue Hewei narrowed his eyes, "you mean Han Qichen." Han Qichen is not the only one surnamed Han, but she just wants to confirm.

"Well, Mr. Han, who often comes to pick you up from work, asked me for Nangong Shiya's address before he left."

Xue he was stunned for a moment and suddenly reacted“ You gave it to him. "

Xia Ling nodded without thinking. The expression on her face seemed to ask Xue he if there was anything wrong.

"How long have you been gone?"

Xia Ling looked up and seriously recalled, "it's almost two hours since he left."

Xue he's heart kept beating. He must have settled accounts with Nangong Shiya. Why is this person still so impulsive, just like a child.

"Give me your cell phone."

Xia Ling handed Xue he the mobile phone on the bedside table. She dialed Han Qichen, but no one answered.

Suddenly, the words an Qian said to her rang back in her head, and she put down her cell phone again. He likes to settle accounts with whoever he goes to. Anyway, it has nothing to do with himself. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with himself.

Xia Ling tilted his head and looked at Xue he. "Do you want to call Mr. Han?"

"No." Xue he eagerly denied it.

"But I just saw that you dialed Mr. Han's phone."

Xue he threw his cell phone aside and looked away depressed. "I'm not calling him."