Sir Ares,Goodnight!

"Hanbao!"

Imperial capital, calendar garden.

Yan Zhengling wakes up slowly, but somehow she feels that her body is so soft. It's like floating in the clouds, stepping on the soft clouds, completely weightless.

"What's the matter with me?" Yan Zhengling opened his dim eyes, and his eyes swept the empty bedroom.

Indistinctly, the nose seems to smell the smell of disinfectant.

Zhan hanjue took a bowl of porridge and carefully blew it to her mouth.

"Congee." His voice was hoarse, as if the vocal cords of a man who had lost his voice were affected. It's also like the voice of people who don't have a good rest, which is somewhat distorted.

"What's the matter with me?" She asked.

Export, only to find her voice is too low to hear.

Zhan hanjue approached her and arranged a wisp of hair in front of her forehead. "You have something to eat first," she said softly. To have the strength to speak. "

She opened her mouth obediently.

He fed her mouthful by mouthful, gentle and considerate, just like taking care of her when she was young.

Her eyes were so wet that she could not let them fall.

"Cry if you want to." Zhan hanjue said.

Yan Zhengling said in a low voice, "why do I cry?" The tone is obstinate.

When Zhan hanjue finished feeding a bowl of porridge, she was sweating.

She is too weak.

I just had induced labor.

It takes a few days to recuperate.

He thought, these days let him accompany her, don't need to deliberately indifferent to her. Because once she knew he had taken her baby, she would hate him.

And their fate in this life. It should be over.

Yan Zhengling suddenly twisted around, looking at Zhan hanjue in embarrassment.

She's in a hurry.

She wanted to get up, but found herself unable to move at all.

I want to ask for help from Han Jue, but I'm sorry to ask.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" Zhan hanjue asked her.

Yan Zhengling cried, "master Zhan, can you call the nanny to help me?"

Zhan hanjue wanted to smile and said quietly, "there's only me and you at home."

Yan Zhengling

The two pupils stare at the ceiling and end their chat with Zhan hanjue.

"Can I help you?" Zhan hanjue had to offer help.

Yan Zhengling looked at him pitifully, "can you pull me up?"

Zhan hanjue reaches out his hand, and Yan Zhengling raises it difficultly. When he thinks about it, he finds that the other hand goes through her back and gently holds her up.

And then we go to the bathroom.

With his help, she solved her internal problems.

But she blushed like a monkey's ass.

Seeing the blush on her face, Zhan hanjue was slightly relieved, "your face is red."

Yan Zhengling said shyly, "thank you."

Zhan hanjue said, "for the sake of your hard work yesterday, I'm happy to serve you."

Yan Zhengling

"Gentle scum."

Zhan hanjue