Gan Lin raised his eyes and looked at Zhou's sunken eye sockets, and suddenly felt a little distressed.

"You've been running around for two days, so you're more tired, aren't you?" Gan Lin patted the bench next to him and asked him to come and sit.

Zhou Tian was stunned for a moment and sat down next to her.

Gan Lin tilted his head again and looked at his face carefully, and said, "Not only are the eye sockets sunken, the dark circles under the eyes deepened, and the eyelids drooping, but I know that I haven't closed my eyes for a few days." ”

Although the previous medicine for the treatment of trauma gave him physical strength and energy, he could be energetic even if he didn't sleep for a day. But Gan Lin still saw the look of exhaustion on his face.

Presumably, I went out for two days and one night, and it was very hard.

The men under him were in much worse condition than him, their eyes were half-squinted, their faces were tired, and if it weren't for the good food, they would have fallen asleep while sitting.

Gan Lin sighed and said, "Wait a while, let my brother and them pack up a few more rooms and come out, so that your subordinates can rest at home!" ”

Zhou Tian stared at Gan Lin with deep eyes for a while, quietly held her hand, and said in a dumb voice: "Linlin, when I came back, I heard Changfeng say that you sent food to your brothers." They thank you so much, really appreciate you! ”

He held Gan Lin's hand tightly, "I thank you very much." ”

"They thank me, and you thank me, don't you see me?" Gan Lin held his hand back and deliberately teased him, "You see me like this, don't you treat me as your wife?" ”

Zhou Tian clasped Gan Lin's hand tightly and approached her, "Tonight, let's be a real husband and wife, okay?" ”

Gan Lin understood the hint in his words, and first his cheeks were hot, and he was a little nervous and excited.

But when I think about it again, I think it's a little strange.

What is a real couple? Haven't been a real couple before? Where did Sweet Treasure come from?

Isn't Tianbao really Zhou Tian's child?

The expression on Gan Lin's face gradually became weird, she stared at Zhou Tian for a long time, and suddenly turned her face away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Zhou Tian saw that her face suddenly changed, and he could probably guess what she was thinking, so he clasped her hand and whispered: "We have never had sex together, including that time." ”

Gan Lin's heartbeat was accelerating, and his brain was a little chaotic.

No wonder there is no trace of the two having sex together in the memory of the original owner, it turns out that they have never had sex together.

What about Sweet Baby? Where did Sweet Treasure come from?

Without waiting for Gan Lin to ask, Zhou Tian continued: "Although Tianbao is not our child, I will raise her as my own child in the future." ”

Listening to this, he knows that he likes to be a father and a pick-up man?

Gan Lin was silent and silent.

Since Tianbao is not Zhou Tian's child, could it be that the original owner gave birth to someone else?

Gan Lin carefully searched the memory of the original owner again, not to mention the old lover, and he didn't even have the slightest impression of having a child.

Strange!

Could it be that this child came out of thin air and was not born by the original owner?

"That sweet treasure...... I ......"

Gan Lin's mind was getting more and more confused, and she didn't know how to ask.

Zhou Tian rubbed the back of her hand soothingly, and whispered: "At the beginning, your third brother tried every means to drug me, get the two of us into the same bed, and then force me to marry you. I had resented him before, but now I am thankful for him. I was not at home when you gave birth, and later I heard Zhou Li say that you went back to your parents' house for three months, and you returned to Zhou's house after giving birth to a child. ”

He paused and sighed softly: "Where did Tianbao come from, maybe your third brother knows best." But at this point, there is no need to ask him for the reason, just as our own children. ”