He Jiaming took his sweetheart out of the car, wrapped her tightly with a small blanket, and took out a bunch of keys from her satchel and opened the door.

The room was cold enough, the room was large and uninhabited, the floor heating and air conditioning were turned off, and the whole room was like an ice cellar.

He first hugged Sweetheart to the bed and took off her coat for her, Sweetheart woke up in a daze, frowning and cooperating, He Jiaming put on pajamas for her without distraction, stuffed her into a thick quilt, and tested the temperature of her forehead, which was still very hot.

It's a real hassle.

He Dashao, who doesn't know how to take care of people, is a bit big, he has always been taken care of, when has he ever had the opportunity to take care of others?

"Is it cold?" he asked.

Sweetheart nodded tremblingly.

He Jiaming turned on all the floor heating in the house, turned on the air conditioner, and pressed a quilt on her, seeing that the little sweetheart was pitifully shrunk into a small ball, covering her lower abdomen and rubbing it, he couldn't wait to hold her tightly in his arms.

"I'll rub it for you?" he asked tentatively.

Sweetheart shook her head: "No, no...... Excuse me. ”

He Jiaming was furious when he heard this, but because of her poor health, he had to say unhappily: "Can you not be polite to me? Can't you see that Lao Tzu likes you very much? Do you want to die with your attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away?"

"......" Sweetheart sniffled and looked at him smugly.

This look was as wet as a kitten, it was extremely abusive, He Jiaming was angry and distressed, so he had to wave his hand: "Forget it, I can't understand it when I tell you." ”

He closed the door irritably and went out, and after a while, the servant bought all the ingredients ordered by the young master and sent them to the door.

He Jiaming opened the door and saw that even his own cook had followed, and he was standing outside the door with a large basket and a small basket respectfully: "Young master, do you want to help you prepare dinner?"

"No, you can go back here. He Jiaming rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do it himself.

The servant ** was shocked: "Young master, do you do it yourself?"

He Jiaming raised his eyebrows and asked irritably: "What, no?"

The servant said that if you want to do it, you must be able to do it...... He Jiaming thought about it carefully, and he really didn't touch the spring water with his fingers and had never cooked, so he had to change his words and say: "Forget it, you stay and teach me." ”

When the servant heard this, he was shocked, and his heart was immediately full of curiosity: The young master is so considerate? Could it be that the young master's lover is raised in this house? Why did he live in the compound of the military region? Is it for safety?

He hurriedly changed his shoes and entered the house, He Jiaming took off his suit and stood in the kitchen in a daze at a pile of pots and pans.

"Young Master, you...... What are you going to do?" asked the servant cautiously.

"Let's stew black chicken soup, do you bring wolfberries? and white fungus red dates, can you just put all these things in the pot?"

"That'...... Not. The servant smiled and explained, "Well, you better let me come, you rest." ”

He Jiaming was full of concern and had nowhere to give, standing aside and watching the servants start to work neatly, feeling that he really had no chance to intervene, so he had to order: "Help me bring a cup of brown sugar water later." ”

"Yes, young master. The servant answered.

He went upstairs and returned to his room, where Sweetheart was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

She heard the sound of chopping things downstairs, and asked weakly, "...... you Is there anyone else at home?"

"I'll ask someone to make you soup to drink, you haven't eaten much in the past few days, have you?" He Jiaming pulled a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Sweetheart nodded gratefully, her nose sour, and she wanted to cry again.

If only it was clear at the moment......

She looked at He Jiaming in a daze, and He Jiaming said impatiently: "Look at what I'm doing, isn't it a pity that you're thinking that I'm not your useless husband?"

"No, thank you...... Thank you for taking care of me. Sweetheart smiled reluctantly.

"Don't laugh, it's worse than crying. He Jiaming's face froze, and he was slightly ...... Blush.

He sat next to him, and his sweetheart lay quietly on the bed, as a young man who often came and went, He Jiaming had seen all kinds of women, but he had never seen a sick woman, and he didn't know how to please a sick beauty.

"Ahem, if you're not feeling well, tell me. He was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said.

"Hmm. Sweetheart nodded and whispered, "Did you say the abortion was more painful?"

"How do I know that Lao Tzu has never taken anyone to have an abortion. He Jiaming raised his eyebrows unnaturally and replied angrily.

Sweetheart was amused by his blunt tone, and was somewhat distracted, she asked, "Do you have a lot of girlfriends?"

He Jiaming didn't know how to answer, talking about his girlfriend in front of the person he liked, what a brain-dead thing.

"Make do with it. He replied perfunctorily.

There was a knock on the door outside the bedroom door, and the servant brought the brewed brown sugar and red date tea, the sweetheart was a little embarrassed, and the servant seemed to understand something instantly when he saw that it was indeed a woman.

He hurriedly retreated, He Jiaming poured a glass of water for his sweetheart, handed it to her and said, "Drink it, I heard that drinking it is good for you." ”

"Not only will I trouble you, but my servant as well......" Sweetheart said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter. He Jiaming waved his hand.

Sweetheart lowered her eyes, took a sip of brown sugar water, and hot tears fell into the cup: "Why do I always cause trouble to people......"

He Jiaming's heart was stagnant again, and he couldn't think of any words to comfort him, and said after a while: "What's the matter? Lao Tzu just likes to be troubled by you." ”

"......" sweetheart suddenly wanted to cry even more.

He Jiaming sat down on the chair again, crossed Erlang's legs, watched his sweetheart obediently drink the water, he frowned and asked, "How did you do it, your man didn't do anything?"

Ma Weiwei and Qingqing said it was okay...... Say I've just finished my period......"

"Listen to them, have you had your brain stirred by the blender?" He Jiaming snorted, his tone quite dissatisfied.

"Next time?"

"Forget it, you'd better leave it to fate. He Jiaming replied depressedly, I have never seen such a woman, the woman he likes marries someone else, and he is also responsible for answering the affairs between their husband and wife.

Sweetheart was amused again, she suddenly felt that He Jiaming was different from what she imagined, he had helped him many times, and he was not as scummy as the young master, she said: "I think you are a very good man." ”

"I thank you, you used to slap a good man. He Jiaming said unhappily, "You don't even look at such a good man as Lao Tzu in front of you, what's so good about that soldier?"

"He doesn't have a lot of girlfriends. ”

"I can also do without, just talk and play, if you are with me, of course I will not go to the flowers and grass again. He Jiaming said seriously.

However, he soon realized that it was useless to say such words, unless sweetheart could divorce Situ Qinglang one day.

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