Jing Yan didn't expect that he would be caught doing bad things anyway. But in the end, he is a person who is crawling in Vanity Fair, not only has a strong brain circuit, but the thickness of his face at critical moments is also considerable.

He still had her phone in his hand. After glancing at her calmly, he raised his hand and threw it back on the bed, and said in an exclamatory tone, "You are quite fast!" ”

Shen Ruochu sneered.

She didn't expect her to be so fast. I was talking to him just now, and suddenly my stomach hurt. I thought it was the leftovers I ate at night that weren't hot and I caught a cold. As a result, when I entered the bathroom, I found that my aunt was coming. It was supposed to be another four or five days before it was a normal day. It's about because I drank alcohol today, so I got ahead of schedule.

So he hurriedly came out to find his aunt, but he didn't want to see Jing Yan standing next to the bed with his mobile phone, poking and poking on it.

Shen Ruochu suddenly remembered that Tan Jiahui was blacklisted some time ago, could it really be Jing Yan's doing?!

But this is too naïve and tasteless!

Shen Ruochu looked at him with a hint of indescribable emotion in his eyes, "Jing Yan, what about asking you, what are you doing peeking at my phone?" ”

"I admit to peeking, but I didn't flip it. I just think the tone of your chat is too noisy, and I want to secretly turn it to vibrate while you're away. ”

"Sneer......" Shen Ruochu couldn't help but roll his eyes, "If you secretly adjust it to vibration, I won't transfer it back?" Jing Yan, such a mentally retarded reason is also made up, it's really not your level! ”

Jing Yan pursed her lips and looked at her, but did not speak.

"Tell me, how do you know the pattern of my phone's screen?"

"You just dropped your phone without the screen locking."

In fact, he didn't want to know at first. But Shen Ruochu's unlocking graphics is too simple. He knew the answer just by the direction of her fingers, and he remembered it only once.

At that time, the two were not married.

It's just that Shen Ruochu thought that he was smart enough to think how high-end the things he came up with, and a pattern had never been changed for 3 years.

The two men were silent for two or three minutes.

When Jing Yan found that the coldness and suspicion in Shen Ruochu's eyes had not wavered in the slightest, he took the lead and said to her in an almost conciliatory tone: "Ruochu, it's my fault to peek at your phone. But that voice was really noisy. How much your brother poured me openly and secretly this afternoon, you didn't see it. I really have a headache right now. ”

Shen Ruochu slowly narrowed his eyes, but still didn't say a word.

She wanted to ask Jing Yan...... Tan Jiahui, did you hack it from my phone? But before the words could be spoken, I felt a chill in my lower stomach, and a wringing pain.

Where else can I care?

Shen Ruochu hurriedly turned on the light, took out the night-time aunt from the bedside table, and ran to the bathroom again.

Jing Yan looked at her hurried back, but was actually a little worried. But when I think of the current relationship between the two, this situation is not easy to follow. I had to sit on the edge of the bed and wait silently for her to come out.

When Shen Ruochu came out again, he no longer had the strength to investigate what had just happened. She felt weak and lightheaded now, and her little stomach felt like a piece of ice, and the pain was not her own at all.

Jing Yan saw her sweating profusely and bending over to cover her stomach, so she immediately got up and went over to help her, "Ruochu, how do you feel?" ”

Shen Ruochu shook his head weakly, and with his strength, he staggered to the side of the bed, and fell on top of it.

"You're getting a stomachache again." Jing Yan also sat next to her, "Have you eaten something cold recently?" ”

He suddenly remembered that afternoon three years ago. When I saw her at the law firm, I was lying at the front desk like this. She kicked over the trash cans in her footsteps, scattered snack bags, and ice cream wrappers.

Jing Yan sighed, a little helpless and a little reproachful, "Shen Ruochu, you won't have a long memory, don't eat cold before the special period?" Three years ago, I sent you to the hospital because of this, why don't you remember! As he spoke, he stroked one hand on her forehead to wipe away the cold sweat from it, and put one hand on her stomach.

Maybe it was too uncomfortable for her to react a little sluggishly.

After Jing Yan rubbed it a few times, she dodged to the side consciously.

"Don't move!" He pressed lightly on her back, rubbing with his other hand with a slight increase in force.

"Jing Yan......" Shen Ruochu's voice like a moan sounded faintly, and it came into his ears, "Jing Yan, I feel uncomfortable when you rub it." And we'...... Like this...... Not quite right. ”

He flickered. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally withdrew his hand.

"I'll go make you a bowl of ginger soup." After saying that, he got up and left the bedroom.

The sound of the door closing, Shen Ruochu slowly crawled to the center of the bed and pulled the quilt to cover himself. Then he curled up in a ball and buried himself in the pillow, unable to hold back his tears.

Actually, what she just wanted to say was...... Jing Yan, I feel uncomfortable when you rub it.

Also, she hasn't eaten anything cold lately. She's just ...... It's just that after that miscarriage, I don't know when I will have menstrual cramps. Especially in winter, it is even more serious. Sometimes it's very light, gritting your teeth and forbearing. Sometimes it's so severe that it hurts right away.

…………

Jing Yan thought that he was also a young master who did not distinguish between grains and grains.

But since the death of his parents that day and he dropped out of school and left for the United States, everything has been different. Where will there be conditional clothes to reach out for food to open his mouth, he doesn't want to be mediocre, he can only rely on his own hands to start everything from scratch.

So for him, cooking a bowl of ginger soup is really not a technical job.

Afraid of waking up the sleeper, he deliberately lightened his hands and feet.

Expertly chop the ginger into minced pieces and put it in the pot, then add two spoonfuls of brown sugar to it. Then he vaguely remembered that Shen Ruochu didn't seem to like the taste of ginger, and added another spoonful to it.

When he was almost done, he caught up with Shen Xingzhi to get up at night and came to the kitchen to find water to drink.

He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Jing Yan busy working in his kitchen in the middle of the night, "What are you doing?" ”

"If her stomach hurts, I'll cook her a bowl of ginger soup."

"She has a stomachache?! Is it serious? ”

"It's cold, it's fine."

Shen Xingzhi let out an "oh" and suddenly remembered something, "Why didn't you go back?!" ”

"I drank too much and couldn't drive."

The corners of Shen Xingzhi's mouth hooked upward, and his smiling expression looked very cheap, "You can call the driver to pick you up, and it doesn't matter if you don't leave our house." ”

Why do these two brothers and sisters have the same tone!

Jing Yan couldn't help frowning, and didn't pay any more attention to Shen Xingzhi.

Turning off the gas stove to himself, he poured the ginger soup into a small bowl and took a spoon, bypassed him and left the kitchen.

By the time Jing Yan returned to the small bedroom, Shen Ruochu had already fallen asleep.

The lights are still on.

The quilt was tightly wrapped around her body, and only half of her head was exposed. The scattered hair covered the face, and the expression could not be seen clearly. The already thin little body curled up in a ball on the side of the bed, it looked a little funny, like a cicada chrysalis.

Jing Yan stood on the edge of the bed and watched her for a while, and finally decided not to disturb her dreams. He put the small porcelain bowl of ginger soup in his hand on the bedside table, turned off the light, and lay down on his floor.

…………

Shen Ruochu didn't sleep well at all this night, but he couldn't wake up.

She's been dreaming.

I dreamed that I was back in the scene of the wedding back then.

The island under the blue sky and white clouds has a beautiful view.

Jing Yan stood at the end of the red carpet, she was wearing a white wedding dress, holding her father's arm, and approaching him step by step.

She felt the heat on her skin as he took her hand.

She also heard him repeat the vows read by the witnesses in a deep voice, saying that he was willing to marry Shen Ruochu as his wife, whether he was rich or poor, born or old, sick or dead, he would never leave him.

Her eyes were blurred with tears with excitement, and she even threw herself on him desperately and put her arms around his neck.

But the picture suddenly changed at this time.

In the cold and dark night, the other side of the spacious and soft bed was empty.

She reached out and touched the warm bed, and suddenly realized that he had gone to the United States. And I haven't been in touch with her for almost a week.

I suddenly felt a little panicked. She rubbed her hand and took out her phone, broadcasting a string of numbers that were too familiar to be familiar with.

The phone rang, one, two...... Until a sweet mechanical female voice sounds, prompting her that no one answers.

She pressed the cut off button and couldn't help but hit it again. Still no one answered.

So dial again.

This time the phone went through, and the person over there said the word "hey". The familiar deep voice streaked across her eardrum, making her want to cry.

"Jing Yan ......" she called him expectantly, wanting to complain to him why he didn't call her like this.

But Zhang Yue's suddenly came through the earpiece far away, with panic and anxiety, "Mr. Jing......"

The next second, the phone hung up.

Without warning, without any explanation.

Didi's busy sounds rang out again and again, and she was full of sadness and grievances when she heard it. Why are you so busy, can't you even talk to her?

Finally, I couldn't help crying, and then I cried and cried and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, my little stomach twitched and ached. She was sweating profusely, uncomfortable and scared, and wanted to call her aunt downstairs to come up and help, but found that her voice was very weak. It's like a mosquito humming.

The pain was getting worse and worse, but there was nothing she could do.

She didn't even have the strength to ask for help, so she could only hold the sheets under her and grit her teeth to endure it. Constantly self-soothing...... It's good to hold on until dawn, until dawn......

But at this time, there seemed to be another voice in my heart...... It can't be dawn, and when it dawns, her child is gone......

Child?!

The little stomach hurt terribly, and a stream of heat gushed out.

Shen Ruochu woke up suddenly.

It was not dawn, and the room was still dark. It's not a two-person bedroom in a villa, it's her own home.

It turned out to be a dream.

She stared at the ceiling and gasped slightly. After feeling a little better, I was about to turn over and find an aunt to go to the bathroom, but the bedside light was turned on.

Shen Ruochu was frightened, and then heard Jing Yan's deep voice ringing in his ears, "Ruochu, what did you cry just now?" ”

"Nothing." She exhaled slowly, and her hoarse voice was extraordinarily calm in the night, "I just dreamed about the night I had a miscarriage." ”

Jing Yan's heart tightened.

"Jing Yan, that year you said that you had an urgent matter to go to the United States. I know that your so-called tricky thing is actually to accompany Jiang Xinyue. ”