"Lanlan, get up and eat." Ze Zhixun put down the spatula in his hand and turned off the range hood casually.

A little beads of sweat appeared on the man's forehead, and he shoveled out the ribs in the oil pot quite carefully, but he didn't see Xie Lan come out of the bedroom, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Lanlan, don't sleep, get up and eat." Ze Zhixun couldn't help muttering two sentences again.

Xie Lan, who was lying on the bed, heard her husband's shouts but looked very lazy, and she didn't know what was wrong with her.

These days are like a hibernating snake, she always finds that her limbs can't use any strength, most of the time, she only wants to be paralyzed on the small bed alone, it seems that only in this way can Xie Lan feel more comfortable.

"Hurry up and go to bed after eating." Ze Zhixun called her tirelessly, the man's voice was gentle, and it seemed to be comforting a child and letting her eat well.

Quite helpless, Xie Lan could only sit up from the mattress, her hair scattered.

I don't know why, the woman's head is still groggy, but it is different from the usual fever and cold, which is a very strange feeling, but I don't know where I am uncomfortable.

Ze Zhixun had already brought the braised pork ribs to the dining table, and with a casual glance, he saw Xie Lan walking towards him with his hair scattered.

The woman's neckline is loose, and there are two holes in the wide pajamas, this is his wife, which looks very different from when he was young, Xie Lan at that time was a bright woman, like a blooming flower, even so, Ze Zhixun still loves her more now.

After the passage of time, the woman's cheeks inevitably add a bit of vicissitudes, but because of this, her face has added a bit of intellectual beauty.

"How are you? Why do you look so listless? Ze Zhixun looked very distressed when he saw Xie Lan's sad face.

She had slept for a long time yesterday, but for some reason, that face still looked dazed and pale now.

"Nothing? Maybe I've slept too long today, but I will feel like I'm sleepy. ”

She explained lightly, a smile couldn't help but appear on her pale cheeks, and she looked very struggling, as if just laughing would make her feel exhausted.

Ze Zhixun didn't ask anything more, just picked up the small bowl that was placed in front of the woman and served her rice.

Xie Lan was slightly embarrassed and propped her head on the dining table, she originally wanted to close her eyes, but she felt that there was something inappropriate in doing so, so she just cheered up and held on.

The messy hair hung down the woman's cheeks, but it made people feel an inexplicable sense of pity.

"Don't give me so much, I don't have much appetite." Xie Lan looked at the rice placed in front of him and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"It's not much, you can eat more braised pork ribs I made today." Ze Zhixun couldn't help but smile at her as he spoke, and there was a sense of flattery.

Xie Lan waved her hand helplessly, she hadn't eaten since yesterday, but for some reason, the woman's stomach didn't have a sense of hunger, and even smelled the steaming braised pork ribs on the dinner table, Xie Lan still had an inexplicable feeling of nausea.

Ze Zhixun didn't see Xie Lan's abnormality, and he thought that his wife was just asleep.

"Come, try my craft, I remember your favorite food when you used to go to school, you can taste it, I must do better than the school cafeteria." As he spoke, the man handed the chopsticks that had been placed aside to Xie Lan.

The woman held the chopsticks, but the expression on her cheeks looked a little embarrassed, she shook the mahogany chopsticks in her hand, and opened her lips with difficulty.

The pot of pork ribs on the porcelain plate in front of him looked very tempting, and the pork chops were shiny with oil, and there was a burst of meaty aroma inadvertently.

But Xie Lan couldn't lift her spirits, she was like someone had cast a demon on her, and she seemed very insensitive to everything around her.

The pair of mahogany chopsticks in her hand leaned forward quite slowly, and she picked up a small pork chop on the plate and put it into the small bowl in front of her.

Ze Zhixun looked at her with encouraging eyes, and the man's eyes stayed in mid-air, and his warmth froze, as if he was looking forward to knowing whether his cooking met his wife's appetite.

It was under Ze Zhixun's encouraging eyes that Xie Lan put the small ribs in the bowl into his mouth. "How? Is it tasty? The man's eyes looked at her expectantly.

The nausea in Xie Lan's stomach was flooded again and again, and even this pain that caught her off guard was like a raging tide that swept over without warning, about to throw Xie Lan to the ground.

She didn't have time to answer Ze Zhixun's question, and there was an unusual pain on that bloodless cheek. The woman ran quickly to the bathroom at home.

Ze Zhixun just put down his chopsticks and looked at her blankly, not understanding what was going on.

Not long after, he heard the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom, and Xie Lan's movement was not small, which couldn't help but make Ze Zhixun, who was sitting at the dinner table, worried.

"Lanlan, what's wrong with you?" The man walked in the direction of the bathroom, but he didn't hear the woman answer his question, only the sound of the water flowing.

When he stood at the door of the bathroom in a panic, he saw Xie Lan walking out of the cloak, the woman's willow eyebrows were wrinkled, and her already tired face looked even more haggard at this time.

Xie Lan's dark eyes closed slightly, and she was holding on to the door frame on the side in a daze, looking a little unsteady.

"Lan Lan, what's wrong with you? Did you just throw up? Ze Zhixun's eyes looked at her with great concern, and after being with her for so long, he seemed to be so angry to see her like this.

Xie Lan, who was supporting the door, obviously had no strength to answer Ze Zhixun's words, and the woman just nodded lightly.

Ze Zhixun couldn't help but pick her up and walked towards the sofa in the living room, he looked at Xie Lan's pale face for a long time, and he didn't have to feel a little puzzled, it stands to reason that he wouldn't.

The pork chops are handled very cleanly, and there should be no fishy smell, how could my wife vomit, and she will wonder no matter how she thinks about it.

"I knew that I shouldn't have cooked pork chops today, maybe I haven't cooked for a long time, and I can't even control the best dish when I was young."

Ze Zhixun opened his thin lips, and couldn't help but complain a little about himself. Xie Lan, who was sitting on the side of the sofa, had been trying to adjust her breathing, she was sitting there quietly, and she didn't say a word.

"No, Zhixun, I seem to be sick." Xie Lan spit out a sentence, and his voice inevitably seemed a little hoarse.

"How is that possible? You've always been healthy. Xie Lan's simple words made Ze Zhixun anxious.

"I've been feeling groggy these days and I feel the urge to vomit from time to time." Her voice was slow, but it sounded cold and unwarm.

Ze Zhixun didn't speak, but the complexion on the pale man's cheeks became more and more complicated, and his eyes looked at the woman sitting in front of him in a bit of a daze, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I don't want to eat anymore, I'm going to sleep for a while, maybe I can just get some sleep."

Xie Lan's eyes were still slightly closed, she just muttered, and slowly got up from the sofa, and then moved to her bedroom.

"Well, okay, then you're sleeping for a while." Ze Zhixun said and hurriedly helped Xie Lan up, looking a little weak-hearted.

Xie Lan lay down on the soft bed along the man's arm, at this time she didn't have her usual teeth and claws, but added a sense of tranquility, he stroked her soft hair, as if to comfort an Angel who belonged to him.

"Sleep well, I'll call you tomorrow morning." Ze Zhixun said and casually closed the red cloth curtain on the windowsill.

She only answered softly, and fell back to sleep.

Xie Lan's breathing was even and steady, and she didn't have the fatigue when she woke up, but she seemed very comfortable at this time.

Ze Zhixun looked at Xie Lan who was so safe, and unconsciously bit his lower lip, he sighed deeply, and walked slowly out of the room.

Coming to the bright floor-to-ceiling window, the man couldn't help but light a cigarette, and his eyes looked at the night scene outside the house with a little blankness.

The endless flow of streets is even more dazzling at this time, which makes people feel a little more helpless.

He silently took a puff of cigarette, and layers of smoke rings couldn't help but rise in the air, and the air in the room became more and more turbid.

Looking up at the bright lights outside the window, bad thoughts came out of Ze Zhixun's heart.

Of course, there was one of the most frightening thoughts in them, and every time he thought about it, the palm of the hand holding the cigarette couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. "She's not going to get pregnant, is she?" Ze Zhixun has asked about it all over and over in his heart, of course, he Ze Zhixun can't guess such a thing.

But out of weakness, the man took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and then dialed a series of numbers very skillfully.

"Hey, Qin Yan. I'm Zhixun, well, have you had time lately? I'd like to ask you for something. Ze Zhixun couldn't help lowering his voice as he spoke, and the cigarette in his hand was still burning all the time.

"Yo, what's wrong, Ze Zhixun, I haven't been in touch for so long, why did you remember to call me?" The man's voice on the other end of the phone couldn't help but be a little more provocative.

"Oh, well, you can help me contact the director of your gynecology department and see if he has time to let his wife check it out tomorrow."

His voice was soft, and the silver-white moonlight scattered on the wooden floor, adding a chill to the night.