When Su Mohan came out to look for her, he saw this scene, his heart hurt, and he stepped forward slowly: "It's time for breakfast." ”

Concubine Ye got up and followed him into the room, sitting at the dining table but without any appetite, Su Mohan forced her to drink two mouthfuls of porridge, but she turned her head and vomited again.

Lu Anan looked at her uneasily, looked at Su Mohan and stopped, Su Mohan saw her reaction in his eyes, but didn't ask anything.

"I'll call a doctor to come and see you." Su Mohan looked at Concubine Ye, who was pale, and spoke.

"I'm fine, it's just a pregnancy reaction." Concubine Ye finally spoke, and Su Mohan turned her head to look at her, as if she didn't seem to have any discomfort except for her face being too haggard.

Su Mohan sat down beside her again, and after draping her in a dress, he wanted to reach out and touch the temperature of her forehead, but was avoided by Concubine Ye sideways.

"Your wounds... How did it come about? After Concubine Ye avoided it, she took the initiative to speak.

Su Mohan withdrew his hand: "Left when Jin Yuwei was rounded up the last time." ”

Concubine Ye nodded and didn't say anything more.

All day, she shrunk on the bed, and she didn't deliberately ignore Su Mohan beside her, but she didn't talk much.

As soon as night fell, the lights in the room were extinguished again.

Concubine Ye lay on the bed and looked at the direction of the window with her eyes open, she didn't sleep for two consecutive nights, but she still didn't feel sleepy.

Su Mohan approached her lightly and took the initiative to speak, "What are you thinking?" Can you tell me. ”

Concubine Ye didn't react as if she hadn't heard it.

"Are you still blaming me?" Su Mohan spoke again: "That **** fell from the cliff, there is no choice." ”

As if she didn't want to hear him mention these things, Concubine Ye said softly: "I want to sleep." ”

Su Mohan lowered his eyes, didn't dare to push her too hard, endured the irritability in his heart, and didn't speak again.

Time passed minute by minute, and Concubine Ye still did not feel sleepy, but her spirit was terrifying.

It wasn't until more than three o'clock in the second half of the night that Concubine Ye felt a little sleepy.

It was only as if she had just fallen asleep that she fell asleep again.

Her dreams were strange.

She dreamed that she called Su Mohan again and again, but no one answered.

Then she ran to the dynasty, but she ran into the scene where Su Mohan and Jin Yuwei were entangled, he pressed Jin Yuwei on the desk, the two of them grinded their ears and temples, and there were bursts of laughter intertwined with men and women.

And behind this burst of laughter, the mobile phone that was thrown in the corner of the desk rang non-stop, but no one paid attention to it.

Concubine Ye was in a hurry, she stood at the table, and kept shouting Su Mohan's name for him to answer the phone, but no matter how hoarse she was, he never heard anything, and he only had Jin Yuwei in his eyes, only that woman......

She was unwilling to call again and again, it seemed that her persistence had paid off, and he finally picked up the phone a little impatiently, but just glanced at the number on it, and turned off the phone in an instant.

"Su Mohan, you bastard!"

Concubine Ye was anxious and angry, her eyes were scarlet, and she choked and scolded him, but he still couldn't hear anything, and he was still lingering with Jin Yuwei in front of him.

As early as Concubine Ye was trembling, Su Mohan had already woken up, turned on the bedside light, and his eyes fell on the woman beside him, with a touch of complexity.

She must have complained about him.

Is this how she has been all these days?