Ye Fei threw her mobile phone to the bedside table, raised her head and frowned at Su Mo Han and said, "Su Mo Han, you are crazy! Show me such a bloody thing! I am a pregnant woman now. Do you want your son to become a murderer in the future? "

Su Mohan walked to her side, took away the mobile phone, gently comforted her and said, "don't look if you don't want to see it. I just want to give an account to the small things in my stomach."

"Pervert..." Ye Fei flat mouth, because of vomiting, eyes red, early in the morning did not have any appetite, always feel those splashing blood idea is too dazzling.

Su Mo Han didn't open his mouth to this matter any more. He was very good at pinching people's psychology.

After reluctantly let Ye Fei eat something, Su Mo Han said again: "I invited two teachers, today I start to teach you painting."

Ye Feiyi Leng, did not expect that his efficiency is so high, a time is born a bit of expectation.

Before long, an old man with white hair in his sixties walked into the ward with his Sketchpad and tools on his back. Ye Fei began to contact some theories and knowledge of painting for the first time.

As for the course of the class, Su Mohan sat on one side all the way, looking at the old man from time to time to prevent him from having any improper thoughts on Ye Fei.

Now, in Su Mohan's eyes, there is nothing impossible. Even the Chu Zheng that he thought impossible was also occupied. The 60 year old man was afraid that he could not avoid it. In conclusion, all male creatures are possible.

As time went by, ye Fei became more and more interested in painting since she began to learn painting. She also had things to do during the day.

Su Mohan invited two teachers to teach her for an hour in the morning and afternoon. After that, she was free to paint. The teachers would neither assign tasks to her nor ask her anything, so she had a happy and fulfilling life.

However, it is undeniable that ye Fei is really gifted in painting. Although she can't make dumplings and weave scarves well, two world-famous painters are full of praise for her, and even more and more like her.

In the twinkling of an eye, three weeks later, ye Fei's situation has been completely stable, basically can resume normal life.

With the arrival of the fourth month, ye Fei's stomach finally swelled a little. Su Mohan helped Ye Fei walk around the room, a little too nervous.

"Great. I'll be discharged tomorrow." Ye Fei touched her round belly and opened her mouth.

"Well, you can go for a walk in the yard after you go back. It's a lot warmer now." Su Mohan responded.

"After this time I will never come out again. I will not go out until the baby is safe." Ye Fei looks up at Su Mo Han and whispers, as if she is really afraid of this time.

Su Mo Han's eyes flashed a touch of guilt, gently held her and said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me. It's not your fault. What's more, you don't want it to happen."

Su Mo Han drooped her eyes and gently kissed her forehead: "thank you."

Thank you for believing me. Thank you for forgiving me so easily. Thank you for not forcing me to solve Ye Ya and Jiang Huiru immediately. Thank you for staying with me all the time.

In the afternoon of the next day, Su Mohan began to help Ye Fei clean up her things. She lived here for nearly a month, but nothing else happened. Most of them were the things and books that ye Fei wrote and drew.