The night sky was even darker with dark clouds.

Boom –

With the roar of thunder.

Water Pavilion Water Pavilion.

The three Bai Xuan, who came in a hurry, heard the sound of eagerness and chaos in the room in the distance, and the heart-rending pain of Zhong Qingrou.

The door of the house was open, and Bai Xuan went in directly.

"Daddy Bai's senior is here!" Wu Lianzhi hurriedly called out a witch salute.

Wu Li's face at this moment did not have the open-mindedness of the day, but instead became a regretful but helpless expression, and there was still a little sweat on his forehead.

I saw him holding Zhong Qing's soft hand tightly, and comforting his wife who was lying on the bed with a pale face and kept struggling and wailing.

At this moment, Zhong Qingrou is no longer as dignified as during the day, her hair is scattered, and some messy hair is attached to her sweaty cheeks, with a painful look on her face, constantly struggling and wailing.

"Immortal head, there is..." He heard Wu Lianzhi's shout, turned his head and saw Bai Xuan's arrival, a light flashed in his eyes, he stood up, and then spoke.

Bai Xuan's face was solemn, and he waved his hand to signal him to sit down, interrupting him: "The master of the Wu family doesn't have to salute, Mrs. Zhong is important." ”

Seeing this, Wu Li also waived these false courtesies, sat back, held Zhong Qingrou's hand and comforted softly, "Madame, don't be afraid, the fairy head is here, and it won't hurt soon, ah..."

But Zhong Qingrou seems to have heard nothing at the moment, there is only infinite struggle and pain, and anyone who looks at it is infinitely distressed, that kind of helplessness...

Le Chuye, who came with Bai Xuan, saw Wu Li's infinite tenderness and pity for Zhong Qingrou.

I can't help but think of my own thoughts during the day, and I feel a little funny and naïve.

It can be seen that the head of the Wu family loves his wife very much, and he is indeed a rare good man.

Bai Xuan sat on the round stool that Mei'er had moved.

Wu Li held down Zhong Qingrou, who was constantly struggling in pain, and pulled her pale and slender wrist away, so that Bai Xuan could check her pulse.

Bai Xuan caught her pulse, but his face was expressionless.

A room full of people stared at Bai Xuan's every move, for fear of missing something.

Pity.

No one can tell.

Zhong Qingrou struggled, and grabbed Bai Xuan's wrist.

Wu Li was shocked when he saw this!

Who doesn't know this cloud in the White House, but he can't be offended!

He hurriedly pushed Zhong Qingrou's hand away.

"Immortal heads! Madame, she's not at this time..."

Bai Xuan shook his head, and then spoke: "Master Wu family, there are many people in the house. ”

After hearing this, Wu Li knew what Bai Xuan meant, turned to the people in the room and said, "You all go down first." ”

"The master of the Wu family, please." Bai Xuan suddenly spoke.

Hearing Bai Xuan's words, Wu Lileng paused for a moment and glanced at his wife, "Immortal head, this..."

"Mrs. Zhong is fine, this palace has its own methods, don't worry about the head of the Wu family." Bai Xuan said lightly, still with that expressionless face.

“... Alas... Then listen to the fairy head. Seeing Bai Xuan's words, Wu Li sighed, stopped insisting, stood up and walked out of the house.

At this time.

Only the struggling Zhong Qingrou and Bai Xuan were left in the room.

Zhong Qingrou, who was still struggling, paused and opened her mouth slightly.

Bai Xuan shook his head and motioned for her not to stop playing.

After a while.

There was no movement outside.

"Mrs. Zhong, it's okay." Bai Xuan stood up and walked to the table, and got a cup of tea.

"Immortal head, is Qingrou okay with this?" Zhong Qingrou sat up, raised her hand and stroked her scattered hair, revealing her beautiful appearance, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly.

"However, if it weren't for the steady pulse, I'm afraid that this palace would also be deceived by you, so it's very good." Bai Xuan put down the teacup and looked at Zhong Qingrou, who had returned to its original state.