Chapter 851

Yan Zhengling was stunned by his fierce gaze, and sat down with a weak heart.

The Lord of War announced domineeringly, "It's decided. ”

After saying that, he pushed the wheelchair and left.

Yan Zhengling was so angry that he "screamed", "Ah! ”

This vent, tugging at the vocal cords, caused discomfort throughout the throat, and then, a strong feeling of nausea came again.

Zhan Hanjue saw her covering her mouth, floating from him to the bathroom like a gust of wind. Then I heard her vomiting.

She spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

He sat in a wheelchair like pins and needles.

Seeing her in such pain, he suddenly regretted her decision to give birth to the child.

Yan Zhengling lay on the bed, her whole face buried in the pillow, heard his voice, raised her white paw and waved, "Take it, I don't want anything." ”

"You have to drink." His voice was soft, but with a hint of seriousness.

Near noon, Yan Zhengling collapsed and dragged his tired body out of the bathroom. Weakly crawled into bed.

Warlord brought her a glass of lemon juice, "Drink?" ”

If it weren't for worrying about her, who would be willing to serve a woman who smelled fishy.

"I'm responsible for my son." He said with a straight face.

Yan Zhengling looked at him sideways, "Can you be a little more sympathetic to me?" ”

Warlord Chill: "......"

The Battle Chill Lord was inexplicably stabbed. Suddenly.

He suddenly raised his legs, and a high leg directly dumped Zheng Ling's head onto the pillow, and Zheng Ling couldn't move. The eyeballs widened wider than the bronze mirror, "Your legs...... All right? ”

Yan Zhengling felt that no matter what, he couldn't argue with him, so he had to get up, pick up the lemonade and drink it all.

Then he handed him the cup, and said embarrassedly, "Master Zhan, I can recuperate here for a few days." But can you please hire a babysitter to take care of me. Let your disability take care of me, I don't want to go. ”

Yan Zhengling sat up, looked at his back in a daze, and sneered: Is this leg better?

If so, why does this guy still have a wheelchair?

The Battle Chill Lord said angrily, "Don't underestimate any disability. ”

Then he snatched the glass of water from her hand and left angrily.

"I don't eat it. Take it out. Take it out. Hurry up. ”

She had a fear of eating.

If it's not good, why was it possible to use a difficult high leg raise just now?

Not long after, the maid came in with a dining cart, and Yan Zhengling saw those colorful fruits, and suddenly felt that she had nothing to love.

He fetches a plate of cherry blossoms from the dining car. Momo, and then instructed the maid to push the food cart out.

"Try this."

Maybe she made too much noise and brought in the Lord of War Cold.

Zhan Hanjue saw her tightly covering her mouth, and the look of resistance in her eyes was obvious.

I saw her face that was getting thinner and thinner, but more beautiful, and those eyes that were one size bigger.

He trembled in pain, and suddenly burst out, "Then don't get pregnant, beat the child." ”

Yan Zhengling shook her head, whimpered and pleaded, "I beg you, stop forcing me to eat." I'm almost done throwing up all my bile. ”

Zhan Hanjue was distressed and placed the fruit plate on the glass table next to him.

Yan Zhengling raised her head and looked at him in horror, "I don't want it." She cried out.

Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes and pressed the helpless regret in his eyes.

"Then eat obediently."