"Why? He didn't stay long after he came, huh? Xia Moyan frowned, looked at Uncle Zhao, and said with some warmth in her heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Originally, the young master wanted to go out to dinner with you." Uncle Zhao looked at Xia Moyan, and then said to Xia Moyan.

"I know, thank you Uncle Zhao." Xia Moyan lowered her head and said like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's okay, Firm came out today." Uncle Zhao said, took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, and then handed it to Xia Moyan and said.

"Well, is there anything in it that is not suitable for pregnant women?" Xia Moyan took the paper in Uncle Zhao's hand, then looked at it and asked.

"Yes, abortion pills." Uncle Zhao pointed to an indicator on one of the pieces of paper and said.

"Abortion pills?" Xia Moyan opened her eyes wide, looked at Uncle Zhao, and then asked confirmatively.

"Miss Xia, I've changed the chef in the kitchen, so tonight's dinner is no problem." Uncle Zhao said to Xia Moyan with some guilt.

"It's not a chef's problem!" Xia Moyan glanced at Uncle Zhao, sat on the wooden chair behind her with some fear, and then said to Uncle Zhao.

"Miss Han?" After thinking about it, Uncle Zhao asked in a low voice.

"How do you know?" Xia Moyan looked at Uncle Zhao with a glare and asked.

"That's right, originally the young master didn't let Miss Han go out when he went out, but Miss Han later said that she was going to come to you, so the young master asked me to follow. I'm afraid that something will happen to you. Uncle Zhao said respectfully on the side.

"Yichen? Uncle Zhao, are you sure? Xia Moyan frowned, then looked at Uncle Zhao and asked.

Now, she really didn't understand what Wen Yichen was thinking. One moment it's good for her, and sometimes it's not good for her, hot and cold.

"Sure!" Uncle Zhao looked at Xia Moyan and said affirmatively.

"Well, I know, you go back first, Uncle Zhao, I want to be alone." Xia Moyan said, and continued to look up at the sky, the sky had already darkened at this time, and there were shining stars in the sky, which was very beautiful.

"The young master said that I will take you to him at 9 o'clock in the morning." Uncle Zhao looked at Xia Moyan and said.

"Okay." Xia Moyan replied absentmindedly.

After Uncle Zhao left, Xia Moyan took out her mobile phone, then opened the message, typed a string of text in the dialog box, and then, after thinking about it, she pressed the delete button to delete the words she had just typed one by one.

"Do you want to send it or not?" Xia Moyan muttered quietly.

After thinking about it, it is better not to send it, Wen Yichen may be a conspiracy to say to himself.

Thinking like this, Xia Moyan felt more comfortable and no longer felt so guilty.

In the garden, unknown insects were chattering in the trees.

A breeze hit, with a slight coolness.

So Xia Moyan stood up, lifted the wooden chair and returned to the "firewood room".

"Whew~ Fortunately, this wooden chair is not heavy." Xia Moyan breathed a long sigh of relief, then looked at the wooden chair and said.

After Xia Moyan had a simple lunch, she washed up and went to bed.

"Actually, it's not bad to go anywhere, at least it's more fun than being bored here." Xia Moyan looked at the ceiling, and then muttered to herself.

Xia Moyan closed her eyes tightly and wanted to sleep, but she didn't feel sleepy, so Xia Moyan turned sideways, then picked up the mobile phone next to her, opened Weibo, and looked at it briefly.

The voice of scolding Xia Moyan continued, and Xia Moyan didn't bother to reply to them.

On the contrary, it is Luo Chen, who seems to be not too troublesome, as long as it is a Weibo or article related to Xia Moyan, Luo Chen will explain them one by one, and occasionally for a few days, Han Lingyao also "explained" Xia Moyan.

It just seems to be an explanation, but the fact that Xia Moyan is the one who intervenes is implied in the sentence.

"When is the time for retribution?" Xia Moyan looked at Han Lingyao's message, then sighed and said softly.

Originally, she was a little stressed because of pregnancy, but now because of various voices from the outside world, her personality has become a little extreme, and she is on the verge of collapse.

If a string breaks too tightly, it will break. It's the same with people.

Xia Moyan felt that she shouldn't be dead reading Weibo, knowing that there would be people scolding her on Weibo.

"Forget it, let's sleep, whatever they say themselves, their mouths are on their faces." Xia Moyan seemed to be comforting herself and said to herself.

Xia Moyan closed her eyes, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, thinking about it, and gradually falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, Xia Moyan turned on the light, her face was a little haggard, and there were some beads of sweat on her forehead.

Xia Moyan sat up, and then breathed heavily, just now she was like a lack of oxygen, that dream was so real.

In the dream, one of Han Lingyao's fans slowly walked to the bedside of Xia Moyan, who was sleeping, and then grabbed Xia Moyan's neck with his hand, and then, Xia Moyan woke up from the dream.

His forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

Xia Moyan took a tissue next to her, and then slowly wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead.

Just rubbing it, she began to think of someone again.

In the past, when Xia Moyan had nightmares, Wen Yichen would comfort her by her side, Xia Moyan could get into Wen Yichen's arms, and then cry desperately, after crying tired, Wen Yichen would hold her, and then coax her to sleep, but now it is different, at this time, Wen Yichen's arms must be Han Lingyao.

Xia Moyan thought about it, her mood suddenly became even lower, and after putting on a dress, Xia Moyan opened the door and went to the door.

Late at night, the cold wind was biting, like a knife, slashing at Xiang Xia Moyan's body.

It's just that no matter how painful the body is, it can't hide the pain in the heart.

"Why don't you sleep?" At this time, Wen Yichen frowned, and slowly walked to Xia Moyan's side from behind Xia Moyan and asked.

"Why are you here?" After Xia Moyan heard a voice behind her, she turned around and looked at Wen Yichen, who was gradually approaching her, and asked.

"What? Do you care where I go? Wen Yichen put his hands in the pockets of his pants, and then looked at Xia Moyan with a slight sideways face and asked.

"Nope." Xia Moyan lowered her head, pulled the clothes draped on her body, and then lowered her head and said to Wen Yichen.

"You haven't answered me yet, why haven't you slept yet?" Wen Yichen looked at Xia Moyan and asked as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

"Didn't you sleep too?" Xia Moyan lowered her head and whispered.

"What?" Wen Yichen frowned, looked at Xia Moyan who lowered her head and asked.

"It's okay, I'm just out and blowing the wind." Xia Moyan raised her head, looked at Wen Yichen, and said with a smile.

At this time, Xia Moyan felt that some of them were estranged now, and invisibly, they were estranged.

"Blowing? Xia Moyan, you still think your body is too good, right? Wen Yichen looked at Xia Moyan, took Xia Moyan's hand into the back of the house, and reprimanded Xia Moyan.

"I'm clothed." Xia Moyan lowered her head, her eyes were a little watery, and her voice was a little choked.