Chapter 397

"Did I put mustard Xia Xingchen asked himself, "it may be that my eyes are not very good, I read wrong."

"Green and white are indistinguishable, the eyes are not very good. I'll take you to the eye this time. Really can't, have a good operation, give you a good vision correction! "

“……”

White night put down his chopsticks, got up and left. Naturally, I can't eat it.

Xia Xingchen is to tease him, naturally will not really want to starve him. He quickly grabbed his hand and pushed his plate in front of him.

The white night glanced at her.

"It's cheese, I promise."

Then he picked up the chopsticks again. "What do you eat?"

“…… I have one in the kitchen

“……” So, this little woman, put it clearly, is to punish him!

……………………

Xiaobai was angry, so he didn't pay much attention to her all night.

At night.

He played flying chess with his son. When he was too sleepy, he collected the things and patted his big white leg. "I'm asleep."

Xia Dabai yawned and lit his little head.

She leads Xia Dabai upstairs. On the way, I looked back at someone and saw that he was still sitting on the sofa downstairs, flipping books and still tasting red wine. I don't mean to sleep at all.

"Dabao, are you still angry with Xiaobai?" Xia Dabai asked and pulled her thoughts back.

She didn't answer, she just yawned. But now it seems that Not only was he angry with him, but he was also angry with himself ~

Xia Dabai played all day and was very sleepy. Lying in bed, I fell asleep in a moment. Xia Xingchen thinks of the man in the hall and doesn't know if he is sleeping.

In the middle of the night, she slept dry and came out of the room to pour water for herself. Dazed and staring, he was about to go to the kitchen. However, she was stunned by the figure on the sofa.

He was sleeping on the sofa!

On the side of the small round table, there are half a bottle of red wine. TV is still broadcasting local programs that she can't understand, and has never been turned off.

This man How can you fall asleep on the sofa like a child?

Although the temperature here is high during the day, the temperature difference between morning and night is large. He has no cover on his body. If he sleeps like this, he must have a cold.

Xia Xingchen put the water cup down, squatted down and patted his face.

"Ye Qing."

"Yeqing?"

He did not open his eyes. She just clasped her hand.

His palms are warm. She pulled her hand in the palm of her hand and rubbed her thumb on the back of her hand.

Small movements are natural, but they make her feel warm.

Looking at his quiet sleeping face, the corner of his lips slightly curved, "up. There's a bed upstairs. Why do you sleep on the sofa

Maybe it is such a night, too quiet, her voice sounds soft like cotton wadding.

He didn't know whether he heard it or not. He frowned and half opened his eyes. It seemed that the light in the room was too bright. He raised his hand to block the light, and then he woke up.

Frown and sit up. Right forefinger and thumb pinch, in the middle of the eyebrow pinch.

"Headache?"

Xia Xingchen squats and looks at him worried. His other hand, still holding her hand, was not loose.

In the evening, the two people made a fuss during the day, and she didn't seem to remember. Looking at his manner, are worried, the tone is also very gentle.

White night Qing looked at her, eyes deeper.

"Didn't you go to bed long ago?" Because half dream and half awake, men's voice is still dumb. It's so sexy.

"I'm thirsty. Get up and have some water."

Xia Xingchen points to his cup.

White night Qing slightly nodded, eased the sleepiness for a while, picked up the cup, got up and went to the kitchen. After a while, he poured water out, not cold or hot, just warm.

"Drink it." She handed the water to her.

Xia Xingchen drank a mouthful, warm liquid, let her feel warm in the heart. Looking up at him, "did you have a headache sleeping on the sofa?"

"Well."

"Then go upstairs and go to sleep."

White night Qing did not return her words, just looked at the cup in her hand, and looked at the wrist watch, "hurry to finish, time is not early."

She nodded, took two sips and finished the water. Just put down the cup, the next moment, a light body. The man's strong arms have lifted her up.

Leaning on his chest, you can smell the mellow fragrance of red wine on the man's body, mixed with his unique Mint like breath, which surrounded her and made her feel at ease.

She did not struggle, instinctively raised her hand and circled his neck.

Two people, just into the room, lie down on the bed, the mobile phone rings suddenly.

In the quiet night, it seems particularly abrupt. It's his cell phone.White night holding frown, long arms across the past, will be shelved in the bedside of the mobile phone picked up. After glancing at the name flashing on the screen, I was impatient to get it to my ear.

"Dr. Fu, you don't want to call now?"

"Sir, is Miss Xia there? I have something important to do with her. " Fu Yichen's voice is anxious.

White night Qing glanced at the side of the small woman who was about to sleep, "she has gone to sleep. What can I do tomorrow?"

Xia Xingchen vaguely knows that Fu Yichen is looking for himself. What can he do to find himself? Think of that now has been far in the M country Weiyang, she suddenly sober a lot.

"Give me the phone."

She poked her hand out of the quilt.

White night Qing looked at her, and Fu Yichen said: "wait a minute."

She took her mobile phone and said, "hello" gently. Fu Yichen was silent for a moment. Then she solemnly asked, "Miss Xia, please tell me the truth..."

"Weiyang, is the child in my stomach mine?"

After a long pause between the two sentences, he said it completely. In such a night, men's voice sounds astringent and bitter.

Xia Xingchen is completely awake now. Holding the quilt, half leaning on the head of the bed, sat up.

She looked out of the window, this strange Haicheng, this point, outside is still on the light. Just, I don't know if I'm alone in Weiyang of M country now, whether it's as bright as here

"Miss Xia?" Without hearing the answer, Fu Yichen asked again.

Xia Xingchen's thin lips gently pursed, but his words were completely irrelevant, "doctor Fu, your wife, should have given birth now? I didn't congratulate you. "

It is congratulatory, but in fact, there is no sense of joy in the tone. At the thought of Weiyang's grievances, how can she be happy?

When she went to the hospital with her, she was so desperate that she could still enter her dream at night.

On one side, the white night Qing seems to feel her fluctuating mood. The book in her hand also stops. She can't help turning her face and looking at her more.

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