Even if Jing Qingran said that she was just joking with him just now, in fact, she was not reluctant to call his husband.

He can also feel more comfortable inside.

Headache! His head was a little swollen, his brow furrowed tightly, and he reached for his temples.

"What's wrong with you? Why is the expression so painful? Jing Qingran frowned when he saw him like this, leaned over to him, and reached out to his forehead.

"It's fine." He shook his head and closed his eyes.

"What's all right? You rarely show such an expression......" Jing Qingran didn't believe it, and looked at him and said.

He hadn't changed much from his previous life, even his expression was exactly the same, as if this expression would only appear on his face when he was in extreme pain somewhere in his body.

"My head hurts." Mu Zhengchen said lightly, his voice was very light, and there was a faint element of pain, not much.

"Headache?" Jing Qingran's expression showed more concern.

"It's a lot better now." The man put down his hand rubbing his temples and looked sideways at her.

Jing Qingran kept looking at him, and the worry in her eyes couldn't be stopped, she rarely saw him say that he was sick or had pain somewhere for no reason, and now, he suddenly reached out and rubbed his temples, his expression was also painful, she was very worried about him.

Jing Qingran knows that he will not show his weaknesses casually, and he will not be like a child, who can't get what he wants, get sick, and then use his illness to let others give him what he wants.

In a way, he is a man with a lot of responsibility, there is no denying that.

"You ......" Jing Qingran is not a doctor, and he doesn't know how much pain he is, I want to say, how long has it been painful? Do you want to go to the hospital? What medicine to take?

"I'm fine." He shook his head lightly.

At this time, the waiter walked into the private room with a plate, came to the low table, and set the dishes.

"Have you ever had a sore head before?" Jing Qingran asked the man beside him.

The voice was soft, looking at him, just looking at him.

"Not before, for the first time." Mu Zhengchen said truthfully.

Just now, the swelling pain in his head for no reason came so suddenly that he himself was caught off guard, and he didn't even notice that he would have a headache.

However, the level of the headache was still something he could bear.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Jing Qingran asked again.

Minor illnesses should be prevented, and major illnesses should be raised. Can't.

Usually, this sentence is asked by a man, and now, instead she asks him.

"No, you don't." He shook his head, "It's just a sudden headache, take a break, and you'll be fine." ”

The waiter set the dishes and walked out of the private room.

The dishes on the table are hearty and light, and it seems that both of them have a light taste.

"Let's have some soup, this fish soup looks good." Jing Qingran took a bowl of soup and put half a bowl in front of him.

"Okay." He nodded, his slender fingers went to take the spoon, scooped half a spoonful shallowly, bowed his head slightly, and drank the soup.

Seeing him like this, Jing Qingran helped himself fill half a bowl of soup and drank the soup.

The wind from the window blew in lightly, causing the curtains to shake slightly.

This is the first time the two of them have eaten together, but more than 500 times. Plus the previous life's.

"That ......" Jing Qingran drank the soup and looked at him slightly, unable to say anything he wanted to say.

"Huh?" His deep voice resonated with his nasal cavity from his throat, making it even more magnetic.

"You just now, headache, is it really okay?" She asked again.

He was a man who rarely got sick.