Sir Ares,Goodnight!

Yan Zhengling was staring at by his fierce eyes and sat down with a guilty heart.

Zhan hanjue announced: "it's so decided."

Then he pushed the wheelchair away.

Yan Zhengling was so angry that he called out, "ah!"

This voice vent, involving vocal cords, causing the whole throat discomfort, and then, strong nausea again.

Zhan hanjue saw her cover her mouth, like a gust of wind from his side to the bathroom. Then I heard her vomit.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

He was on pins and needles in his wheelchair.

Looking at her so painful, he suddenly regretted her decision to give birth to the child.

Near noon, Yan Zhengling came out of the bathroom with a exhausted body. Limp up to the bed.

He brought her a glass of lemon juice

Yan Zhengling was lying on the bed with his whole face buried in the pillow. Hearing his voice, he raised his white claws and waved, "take it away, I don't want anything."

"You have to drink it." His voice was light, but with a trace of seriousness.

Yan Zhengling looked at him. "Can you have a little sympathy for me?"

Zhan hanjue

If not worried about her, who is willing to serve a woman who stinks.

"I'm responsible for my son." He said sternly.

Yan Zhengling felt that no matter how sophisticated he was, he had to get up, take the lemonade and drink it all.

Then he handed the cup to him. He was very embarrassed and said, "Lord Zhan, I can rest here for a few days. But can you get a babysitter to take care of me. I'm sorry to let you take care of me. "

Zhan hanjue was stabbed inexplicably. He was so depressed.

All of a sudden, he raised his leg, a high leg directly rolled Zheng Ling's head over the pillow, Zheng Ling couldn't move. His eyes were bigger than the bronze mirror. "Your legs are... OK?"

"Don't underestimate any disability," said Zhan hanjue angrily

Then she snatched the glass from her hand and left angrily.

Yan Zhengling sat up, staring at his back, and said, "is this leg better?

If so, why is this guy in a wheelchair?

If it's not good, why did you just lift your legs?

Not long after, the maid pushed the dining car in. Yan Zhengling saw the colorful fruits, and he couldn't love them.

"I don't eat. Take it out. Take it out. Come on

She has a fear of eating.

Maybe she made so much noise that he was attracted to him.

Zhan hanjue saw that she was covering her mouth tightly, and the color of resistance was obvious.

He took a plate of cherry peach from the dining car and told the maid to push the dining car out.

"Try this one."

Yan Zhengling shook his head and sobbed, "I beg you, don't force me to eat any more. I'm going to throw up all my bile. "

Zhan hanjue was distressed and put the fruit tray on the glass table beside him.

See her that piece more and more thin, but more beautiful face, and that pair of big one size eyes.

He felt a twinkle of pain in his heart, and suddenly blurted out, "then don't be pregnant, and knock out the child."

Yan Zhengling raised his head and looked at him in horror, "I don't want it." She cried out.

Zhan hanjue closed his eyes and pressed the helpless pity on his eyes.

"Then eat your food."