During this time, his day and night were reversed, and the sun rose and the sun rose.

I didn't plan to let Song Wanyue accompany him today, but after just staying up all night, she was already exhausted.

Get out of bed, wash up before going back to your room to change your clothes.

When Song Wanyue woke up, she just saw this scene.

Duan Baiting took off his nightgown, topless, put on his pants, and buckled his belt.

Song Wanyue's gaze moved over his well-defined muscles. When he exerts force, the muscles on his body will be more obvious, tight, hot and hard.

His arms were strong enough to lift one of her legs up and hang it around his waist or over his shoulder.

The muscles in the waist and abdomen are also very explosive and sexually tense.

That's where the culprit is.

Paying attention to her sight, Duan Baiting buckled the belt, fished the person out of the bed, and was about to bow his head.

She covered her mouth: "I didn't brush my teeth. ”

Those sparkling eyes made people's hearts throb.

He smiled, took her hand away, and lowered his head to kiss it.

That kiss didn't last long, the time was almost up.

Duan Baiting put on his clothes, took his coat and prepared to go out. As soon as he walked to the door, he was not at ease, so he turned back: "If you are scared, call me." ”

Song Wanyue was still wrapped in the quilt and licked the lips that he had just kissed.

He stared at him.

She nodded obediently: "Well, you can go." ”

Finally, stay up one more night, and tomorrow will be Chinese New Year's Eve.

This is the first Chinese New Year's Eve that Song Wanyue has not spent at home, but it seems to be quite good to have spent two of them alone with Duan Baiting.

After nightfall, the small alley was quiet, Duan Baiting had just left, and Song Wanyue was a little scared.

But she didn't want to disturb him, so she turned on all the lights in the house. The TV is also on the maximum volume.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a pillow in his arms, he sighed in his heart that he was so reasonable.

It's really an improvement, and it deserves to be commended.

TV is a rebroadcast variety show, but Song Wanyue hadn't watched the previous episode, and she can watch it with relish at the moment.

In his hand is a canned fruit that he has just taken from the refrigerator.

I was fascinated by it, and I don't know when I finished eating a can.

She casually placed the bottle on the table, took the remote control, and prepared to change the channel.

Suddenly, there was a sharp cramping in the stomach, accompanied by nausea.

She bent over and frowned in pain, holding her hands on her stomach to get the empty cans and bottles on the coffee table.

I looked at the dates and realized that they had expired for more than three months.

She remembered what Duan Baiting had told her yesterday that this place had not been inhabited for a long time.

In the winter, Song Wanyue was so painful that she broke out in a cold sweat all over her body.

Originally, I thought it would be similar to when my aunt came to have menstrual cramps, so I just had to endure it.

As a result, in the end, the whole person was about to vomit and collapse, lying on the edge of the toilet, vomiting into the stomach and really having nothing to vomit.

She used her last strength to call Duan Baiting.

Chapter 47

Duan Baiting is still in the ancestral hall, just finished paying homage. There was no moon in sight outside, but the street lights were turned on twice.

The weather has not been right since the afternoon, and this year is another Spring Festival that has not been sunny.

My uncle was talking to him on the side, and they were all talking about the renovation of the ancestral shrine.

Duan Baiting was silent, whatever he said was what he was.

He didn't grow up here, and for more than 20 years, he only came back for a few days every year on the day of worship.

There is no emotion to speak of, and there is no awe.

Out of the ancestral hall, the mobile phone rang.

He walked over and picked up the phone he had left casually aside, and when he saw the contact above, he lifted the corner of his lips, pressed it and put it to his ear.

Before he could speak, the voice over there was weak and painful: "Duan Baiting, I'm dying." ”

He ran all the way back, and he didn't use two minutes of the journey that took more than 10 minutes on weekdays.

I kicked the door open and ran all the way to the bathroom.

Song Wanyue lay on the toilet and was dying, he was still out of breath: "What's wrong, what's uncomfortable?" ”

Song Wanyue shook her head, and after seeing him, tears flowed down her eyes: "My stomach hurts, and I want to vomit." ”

It's not too serious a symptom, it should just be eating something bad.

Duan Baiting's tense emotions instantly relaxed, he closed his eyes, and finally found the correct rhythm of breathing.

- For a moment, he felt like he had forgotten how to breathe, and his eyes were black.

After regaining her composure, Duan Baiting brought a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth and hugged the person who vomited to collapse.

A man who is always energetic on weekdays, today lies quietly in his arms.

Duan Baiting poured a cup of hot water and fed it to her, and called the car again.

Good thing it's close to the hospital.

He was steaming hot and panting heavily.

Song Wanyue took a sip of water and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Did you run back?"

He replied lightly: "Well, I ran a few steps." ”

The pain in the stomach is a labor ache and is not constant. Maybe it's because she drank hot water, the pain has eased slightly, and she has the heart to care about the rest.

"I'm sorry to worry you." She felt a little guilty, and her voice was even weaker because she was sick.

The car was already waiting outside, and Duan Baiting was afraid that she would be cold on the road, so he took a coat for her.

"It's me who didn't take care of you."

Song Wanyue was stunned, and when she wanted to say something, Duan Baiting had already carried her out.

The driver had already gotten out of the car and opened the door in the back seat.

Song Wanyue didn't speak all the way, it hurt so much that she didn't even have the strength to speak.

Occasionally, she would look up at Duan Baiting, but it was too dark for her to see clearly.

Only his slightly heavy breathing could be heard.

He was an extremely restrained and introverted person, and his emotions were not publicized or exposed.

Such people are very difficult to get close to, and even if they have had a short period of contact, they will quickly drift apart.

To put it bluntly, it is not easy to give sincerity when dealing with him.

Because everything is mutual, if you give sincerely, he may not return the sincerity.

At most, they will play with you for the benefits that you can squeeze.

Song Wanyue used to think that he didn't even have a close friend, so he was very pitiful.

Later, he found out that it was not that others did not want to have a good relationship with him.

The main factor was that he did not accept it.

Song Wanyue admired that she had been like this for a long time, and she still had the heart to think about this.

She curled up in his arms, her fingers wringing tightly around his cuffs as the pain was unbearable.

Duan Baiting noticed it, lowered his head, and asked softly, "Is it painful?" ”

She nodded, her face pressed against his chest. Tears wet his shirt.

Duan Baiting hugged her: "Bear with it a little longer, I'll be in the hospital soon." ”

At the same time, the driver was instructed to drive faster.

The car arrived at the hospital, and under Duan Baiting's advance arrangement, she was admitted to the VIP ward.

It is also a special passage.

There was no one in the emergency department at night, and the doctor gave her a general examination, and there was nothing serious, but she ate something bad and had diarrhea.

Infuse two bottles of potion, prescribe some medicine, stay in the hospital for observation, and you can leave if it doesn't hurt.

Song Wanyue was lying on the hospital bed, her face was still ugly, and she kept breaking out in a cold sweat.

Duan Baiting knew that she loved to be clean, and took the trouble to wipe it for her over and over again.

"Are you thirsty, I'll pour you a glass of water."

She shook her head: "Not thirsty, a little hungry." ”

Duan Baiting covered the quilt for her: "Bear with me, you can't eat yet." ”

Song Wanyue was depressed, and the New Year was about to begin, but she encountered this kind of thing.

If I let my grandmother know, I would definitely feel sorry for her and say that it was unlucky.

I had to take her to the temple to worship.

Thinking of this, Song Wanyue was extremely glad that she was not in Shanghai.