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The wind, blowing, blowing the leaves rattling.

After the typhoon, the weather will continue to be hot.

Although it was only for a while, a thin layer of sweat was already hot on Fei Mo's back.

A long corridor he walked on, and finally stopped at the door of the house.

Fortunately, there were no stairs in front of the door of this house, otherwise, he would not have been able to enter the hall.

His gaze fell on the doorhandle, his dark eyes were deep, he took a slow and deep breath, raised his hand to hold the door, and opened the door directly.

Immediately, the coolness of the room rushed towards him, driving away the heat from his body.

He pressed his wheelchair into the house.

The living room is simple and luxurious, and the white marble floor is bright enough for him to see his face.

A cascading crystal lamp hangs above the wide beige sofa, revealing luxury.

There was silence and no one around, as if no one lived here.

At this moment, there was a trace of loss in his eyes.

The wheelchair turned in one direction, and he looked elsewhere, and the last thing he saw was a spacious and empty dining room.

His slender fingers on the armrest button were trembling slightly at the moment, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into lines without a trace of blood, revealing his emotional tension.

The next moment, he pressed the button, and the wheelchair moved quietly and slowly, finally stopping in front of a transparent vertical glass door.

When he looked, he saw a European-style open kitchen, which was fully equipped, and the fruit bowl on the kitchen table was filled with colorful fruits, and there was also a cut fruit bowl next to it, which was obviously in use.

He hesitated slightly, opened the glass door, and entered the kitchen to look at the complete set of kitchen utensils, and an unintentional gaze landed on the two pieces of paper taped to the north wall.

Daily meal schedule.

Recipes for three meals.

He looked at the schedule, and he realized that it was his daily meal time.

On the side of the timetable is the recipe, on which each dish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner is not printed, but a handwritten recipe with a stroke of hand, and the handwriting is beautiful, and at first glance it is written by a woman.

And it was this recipe that made his eyes watery and gentle, because he found that the handwriting was very familiar to him.

As for the meals planned for each day on the recipe, it is exactly the same as the recipe he eats every day.

He smiled lowly, and a doting look appeared on his thin, pale handsome countenance.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he reached out and gently stroked the edge of the exquisite bone china plate and bowl on the kitchen counter, as if he was touching someone who was cooking for him with this tableware.

At this time, he slowly exhaled, and his tense heart relaxed, and he slowly withdrew his weak hand.

Turning his wheelchair, he left the kitchen and finally made his way to the living room, his gaze falling on the stairs of the duplex in front of him.

His hands tightened slightly, and the next moment, he lowered his eyes to look at his legs, which he couldn't move, and then raised his eyes to look at the stairs of more than twenty floors in front of him.

At this moment, there was disappointment in his eyes, it turned out that the stairs could also make him helpless.

He looked at the top of the staircase, his eyes full of longing love, as if expecting a surprise to come.

However, little by little, the surroundings were quiet, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

The slender hand seemed to be full of affection, and at this moment he unconsciously stretched out towards the top of the stairs, how he wished he could hold the soft and boneless little hand.

But......

He looked at the empty staircase, and his hand, the last bit of weakness hung down.

The surprise never appeared, leaving him with only loss.

With a faint sigh, he turned to the door with bitterness in his eyes.

At this time, a maid who was usually in charge of taking care of Yun Yiyi was carrying a vegetable basket full of vegetables in her hand, and she happened to raise her eyes to see Fei Mo coming out of the door, with surprise in her eyes, she hid next to a low tree on the side, watching him disappear in front of her eyes.

Her eyes flashed, and she slowly walked to the door, to the kitchen......

The wind, blowing, blowing the leaves rattling.

The living room on the first floor of the villa was silent, but Zhang Xue'er's concerned voice sounded in the bedroom.

"Sleeping alone in the living room, the central air conditioning is very cold, you are now pregnant, what can you do if you catch a cold." Zhang Xue'er looked at Yun Yiyi worriedly, and the next moment, she picked up the quilt and wrapped Yiyi's whole body, "Fortunately, I woke up a little hungry and had to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, otherwise, you would have to sleep on the sofa in the living room for an afternoon." ”

Yun Yiyi, who was lying on the bed in her bedroom, said helplessly: "I can't climb the stairs anymore because I'm so tired, so I'll just lie on the sofa and sleep, anyway, I won't be able to sleep for a few hours, I'm going to get up and cook, it's not in the way." ”

Zhang Xue'er frowned when she heard Yun Yiyi's words, and she said: "If you sleep in the living room with a thin blanket on your body, I don't have a word, but if you sleep on the sofa in a thin skirt, it is easy to catch a cold." ”

After a pause, she continued: "Pregnant women can't take medicine when they're sick, and if you catch a cold, you'll suffer a lot." ”

Yun Yiyi comforted Zhang Xue'er, who was worried about herself, and said: "Oh, I really couldn't walk the stairs before I slept for a while, I'm afraid it won't be an hour, so I was woken up by you and returned to the bedroom, and I will be fine for an hour." ”

"It doesn't matter how many hours." Zhang Xue'er looked at Yun Yiyi seriously, "You can't ignore your body." ”

Yun Yiyi sighed, "I'll ask the maid to take a thin blanket later, and I don't want to take the stairs to sleep in the living room in the future, so I'll cover the thin blanket, it's always okay." ”

Zhang Xue'er: "I'll help you go back to the room in the future." ”

Yun Yiyi: "That's so troublesome. ”

Zhang Xue'er: "I don't think it's troublesome. What's more, how comfortable the bed is in the bedroom, you sleep in the living room, what if you fall off the sofa? It's not that you don't know that you're in a terrible sleeping position. ”

Yun Yiyi: "......"

She chuckled, "I have a big belly now, it's hard to turn over, and my sleeping position is not as bad as before." ”

ZHANG Xue'er; "Anyway, I'll put you back in the room in the future, and I'm resting."

Yun Yiyi was helpless, "Then I'll wait for Yan Feng to come, and ask Yan Feng to move a sofa bed for me to put in the living room, and sleep in the living room when the time comes." ”

Zhang Xueer: "......"

She said, "I'll help you, and you're still sleeping in the living room." ”

Yun Yiyi: "Tired, you support me, and I'm tired walking up and down." You see my belly is so big, and these three floors and forty flights of stairs kill me every time. ”

Zhang Xueer: "......"

She looked at Yun Yiyi with distress in her eyes and said, "It's all because there is no elevator here, otherwise it would be so convenient." ”

Yun Yiyi smiled, "This house is Yan Feng's residence, and he is not a woman who will get pregnant, not to mention that he is in good health and normal, and he will not install stairs." ”

The next moment, Zhang Xue'er was lying next to Yun Yiyi, she looked at Yiyi and said: "I know you are hard, Yan Feng came later that night, let Yan Feng move a sofa bed, you can lie down when you take a nap at noon, anyway, there are only four of us here plus the maid, there are no outsiders coming, how comfortable are you and how to arrange." ”