Su Baixi drank a bowl and went upstairs.

There was still a big pot on the stove, Su Baixi said that it was unpleasant, and he didn't want to let her continue to add a few bowls, make a phone call, and ask the assistant to come and clean up.

The assistant said, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"You taste it." Lin Zijia leaned against the door frame, half of his face hidden in the shadows, obscure.

He had a cigarette in his hand, and the spark lit up from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

The assistant took a bowl, filled it with three spoonfuls, half a bowl, took two sips, and said, "It doesn't smell strange."

"How do you describe it?" Lin Zijia raised her eyebrows to look.

The assistant smiled and said, "This level is very good, the requirements can't be too high, after all, it's your first time."

"Is it the first time for a man?" Lin Zijia said.

The assistant drank it all silently, and Lin Zijia found fault: "Isn't it not delicious?"

"I didn't say it didn't taste good," the assistant put down the bowl and said with a calm face, "to give you face, if I don't drink, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Lin Zijia sneered, "You know me."

What he cooked for Su Baixi, Su Baixi didn't give face, someone had to pay, the assistant had been with him for a long time, and he more or less knew why he lost his temper.

Speaking of which, the temper is a little weird, but it is not without a trace.

At night, Lin Zijia dangled to knock on Su Baixi's door, Su Baixi ignored it, and when he knocked again, Su Baixi locked the door.

She lived on the second floor, and Lin Zijia picked a guest room with the opposite door and lived in a grand manner.

In the second half of the night, the mobile phone light turned on, Lin Zijia didn't fall asleep, he thought about it, and felt that Su Baixi might have been a little too much over the years, and in a trance he remembered that time he divorced her, and originally wanted to buy the Su family, but Su Baixi temporarily made a hindrance, and turned against each other and stood on Huo Siyu's side.

When she was beaten by Huo Siyu, he didn't even finish the meeting, ran several red lights, drove at a high speed, and rushed to the door of Su's house.

He asked Su Baixi a few times, but she didn't follow him.

Yan Xingzi was red, and it looked extraordinarily bright in the dark room, probably Su Baixi wouldn't believe it, he might have bought the Su family and gave it to her.

He thought of taking Qin Yanran to socialize that day and easing relations with those shareholders, and saw her and Zhang Mi eating outside, and when he was talking to Shen Qingbai, his eyes stared at her table for a long time.

Until she got up to leave, he said to Shen Qingbai, "She deserves it."

In the photo album of the mobile phone, there is a special album full of photos of Su Baixi, from her childhood to college, and later her cooking in the kitchen, the angle is not frontal, they are all secretly taken or captured.

He stared at his phone, turning page by page, and felt that Su Baixi seemed to be really good-looking, and he was still messy and beautiful when he took such a shot.

Su Baixi made a phone call.

He was incredulous.

He paused for several seconds before answering, "Is there something wrong?"

After saying that, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he changed it again: "What instructions?"

There was no sound on the other end.

"Wife?" Lin Zijia sat up, "Sister Bai Xi?"

Lifting the quilt and going down, he hurriedly ran out and knocked on Su Baixi's door, but the door was locked by her before, and he couldn't open it, so he could only shout, "Sister Baixi?".

Su Baixi's voice was a little weak, so light that it seemed to disappear at any time: "Is there rat poison in the soup? Lin Zijia."

"Not feeling well?"

Su Baixi didn't have the strength to reply to him at all, thinking that probably some people are really restraining each other, and there must be no good thing when they meet Lin Zijia.

The feeling of dull pain in her abdomen was similar to the last time she had a miscarriage, a layer of cold sweat broke out even when she moved, and the only strength she had was to hold on to the quilt on her body.

Not to mention opening the door for him.

At the beginning, there was Lin Zijia's voice calling her name at the door, and after calling for a while, he didn't move, and Su Baixi heard the sound of his footsteps leaving.

Come every day when you shouldn't come, and come when you shouldn't go

Let's go.

Su Baixi was so angry that she didn't even have the strength to scold, the pain like a knife continued to come, she thought of Chen Yuan in a trance, and she knew that the phone call just now should not have been called to Lin Zijia.

She also feels close, and it's good to pass the door.

It's good to call Tang Anxian.

Lin Zijia couldn't open the door, he went up to the third floor from here, and then to the open-air balcony, and there was a small platform from this side, he was quite agile, and he swayed over, which happened to be the floor-to-ceiling window of Su Baixi's bedroom.

"I'm glad you don't lock the window," he opened, walking toward the bed, "or I'd have jumped from the second floor."

"Sister Bai Xi."

After shouting for a long time, she didn't react, Lin Zijia's face was a lot more serious, and she turned her over, I don't know if it was the reason for the moonlight outside, it seemed that her whole face was pale and pale, she frowned, her pink lips were pursed, and she could only open a slit with difficulty to look at him.

Lin Zijia saw her move her lips, she should have said something.

"Don't scold me at this time," he picked her up, and reacted in the shortest possible time, leading the people downstairs, "bear with me."

He was only wearing a bathrobe, the open collar revealed a strong chest, and when he went downstairs, he hugged her face on his body, and Su Baixi just touched his skin, so she opened her mouth and bit down in retaliation.

Lin Zijia gasped, the speed under his feet did not decrease, ran out and put the person in the back seat of the car, and the assistant in the driver's seat woke up in fright: "What's the matter?"

"Go to the hospital."

When the assistant saw this posture, he didn't dare to delay more, stepped on the accelerator and left, Lin Zijia kept holding her hand when she was on the way, Su Baixi bit him painfully and didn't let go, he endured it and didn't shout, looked up and asked the assistant: "The pot of soup you drink, do you have anything to do?"

"Very good," said the assistant, "what's wrong?"

Lin Zijia glanced at Su Baixi, and the meaning was self-evident.

Su Baixi couldn't listen to it, she bit and pinched, Lin Zijia had several tooth marks on her body, plus a few scratches on her arms, if a woman had treated him like this before, he would have been angry.

Now he didn't feel it, his eyes were fixed on her face, probably because of these small pains on his body, which were not as painful as she was now.

The assistant looked through the rearview mirror twice, and his heart was like a mirror.

If it weren't for the wrong situation, the assistant would have wanted to say: enlightened.

"I'll be in the hospital soon, bear with me."

When the people in the hospital saw Su Baixi, they were all surprised: "If I'm not mistaken, I just got out of the hospital this morning."

Lin Zijia was embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with her?"

After a series of examinations, Lin Zijia sat in the office, and the doctor took the test sheet and said, "If you eat bad things, people who are cold should pay attention to eating, and don't eat some things that you can't eat."

"What can't you eat? I cooked some chicken soup."

Doctor: "What else?"

Lin Zijia thought for a while and said, "Put some shrimp."