And when it's their turn to take the carriage, Zhuo qianyun finds that the rotation speed of the carriage is actually faster than when she stood outside before.
Although she ate little because of her illness during this period, she still felt the urge to vomit, especially the position like the liver, and began to ache again.
Xiaoyan that immature cry, with obvious joy, she knows that her son is very happy.
Her hand tightly grasps the armrest on one side, stiffens her body, and tries to control all kinds of discomfort. She doesn't notice that ye Wenming's eyes are falling on her.
Such a degree of rotation is nothing to Ye Wenming.
Even, it's a new experience for him to sit on this childish thing with a little guy.
Listening to his son's pleasantly surprised voice, his heart would surge with a kind of joy and pride that he had never had before. This feeling is so strange.
Or is it blood?
Because Xiaoyan is his son, so he will have such feelings? After all, he was never a child lover.
At the moment, when he saw her white face, frowning brow, and the thin sweat on her forehead, he could see that she was deliberately forbearing. This game project is happy for Xiaoyan, but painful for her.
Suddenly, he regretted what he had said.
When the rotation finally stopped, Zhuo qianyun reluctantly said to Xiaoyan, "Mommy... Go to the bathroom, you and daddy wait here." With that, the whole person almost rushed to the bathroom in confusion, lying on the washing table and retching.
But before she went out, she didn't eat anything at all, and she couldn't vomit now.
When she comes out of the bathroom, the little guy doesn't see anything wrong and yells to play Ferris wheel, but ye Wenming sees Zhuo qianyun's discomfort.
"How are you?" So he asked, even he couldn't say it himself. Is this really concern.
"I'm fine." She faintly returned a sentence, but the eye is looking at small inflammation all the time.
For her, there is only Xiaoyan in her eyes.
When he came to Ferris wheel, he suddenly grabbed her, "if you are not comfortable, just wait below. I'll take Xiaoyan with me."
She looked at him in surprise. "No, I'm not afraid of heights." She said, and then broke away his hand.
Three people on the ferris wheel, Zhuo qianyun took out the mobile phone, to Ye Wenming way, "if you agree, I help you and Xiaoyan take a few photos, afterwards I can pass all the photos to you, I won't leave any bottom here, or if you don't worry, you can take with your mobile phone."
Ye Wenming said faintly, "no, just your mobile phone."
"Good." She should, originally she thought he would refuse, even she thought of another set of words, but did not think he would so easily agree.
Obviously, the little guy is very happy to take photos with his father. He takes the initiative to jump from Zhuo qianyun and get close to Ye Wenming.
Zhuo qianyun looks at Ye Wenming in the camera, and the expression on his face is still rigorous and solemn. However, since he is willing to cooperate with Xiaoyan to take photos together, he has some father son feelings for Xiaoyan.