Sweet Wife, be Good!

Qiao Jin just didn't know what he was trying to figure out, so if he wanted to fix himself, he himself stayed with him and waited for the day.

Qiao Jin tilted her head to look out the window, not going to see He Xiasheng again.

The car stopped suddenly.

Qiao Jin turned her head to see him now.

He Xiasheng held the steering wheel with one hand, and covered the position of his stomach with the other. His brows were covered with a layer of gloom, as if he was enduring some pain.

Qiao Jin thought for a while and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Stomachache." He Xiasheng's voice was dull, as if she was speaking with a frosted stone.

Qiao Jin almost understood, how can a noble and elegant young master like him adapt to the rough and inferior food at noon?

What she can accept, he can't accept it at all.

"A box of lunch turned you over. Why did you go to the scene?" Qiao Jin whispered.

He didn't know if it was because he didn't hear what she was saying clearly, or he was suffering now, too lazy to argue with her, He Xiasheng didn't speak.

On his handsome profile, he endured the pain for a while, always reluctant to show it.

But it probably hurt too much, and sweat ran down his forehead and temples.

The suit and shirt were all soaked in sweat, sticking to the skin, outlining his sturdy figure.

"You wait, I'll buy you medicine." Qiao Jin finished speaking, pulled the car door down, and went straight to the drugstore.

Probably because of her words, He Xiasheng's pain has subsided a bit.

His stomach, which was twitching as if being rubbed by a palm of his hand, gradually receded like a tide before his face began to recover.

He sat upright and looked in the direction where Qiao Jin's figure disappeared.

Qiao Jin used to be like this, everything depends on his preferences and feelings.

He likes to eat food at home, she washes his hands and makes soup for him. Wherever he feels sick, thirsty and sleepy, she will find out immediately that she has performed the identity of Mrs. He to an impeccable one hundred points .

He also thought that this could go on forever, even though there were various discords in the middle.

Until when she was pregnant...

Thinking of this, He Xiasheng's fingers firmly grasped the steering wheel, and the dullness between his brows shrouded again.

Knocking.

Someone knocked on the car window.

He Xiasheng pressed the car door lock.

Xie Lula sat in the car door, her expression full of concern: "Xia Sheng, are you better? Take some medicine quickly."

She unpacked the stomach medicine, pulled out a few pills, opened the water bottle, and sent it to He Xiasheng.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Lu's tone was still unconcealed worry: "What's the matter, did you eat something you shouldn't eat? I have asked Han Dong to pay more attention to your diet and arrange it more thoughtfully. I don’t know what he did."

"No need, take it." He Xiasheng pulled on his tie, "I have a good stomach and get out of the car with the medicine."

Xie Lu's hand froze for a while: "Well, I'll accompany you to the hospital for a visit? Stomach pain is not a trivial matter."

"Do you not understand what I said?" He Xiasheng's tone became colder.

Obviously, there is already a temper that can't be suppressed.

His gaze fell in the direction Qiao Jin left, waiting for her to return.

After a few seconds, he reacted to something, retracted his gaze, and looked at Xie Lu: "Qiao Jin asked you to come over?"

Otherwise, why is it such a coincidence that Xie Lu will come with stomach medicine?