Su Mo Han came out to look for her to see is this scene, heartache, slowly walked forward: "it's time to have breakfast."

Ye Fei got up and followed him into the room. She sat in front of the dining table but had no appetite. Su Mohan forced her to drink two porridge, but she turned her head and vomited out.

Lu an anxiously looks at her and looks at Su Mo Han, who is eager to stop talking. Su Mo Han sees her reaction at the bottom of her eyes, but asks nothing.

"I'll call a doctor to show you." Su Mo Han looks at the pale Ye Fei and opens her mouth.

"I'm fine. It's just a pregnancy reaction." Ye Fei finally opens her mouth, Su Mo Han turns her head to look at her, as if in addition to her face is too haggard, it seems that there is no discomfort.

Su Mohan sat down next to her again, put on a piece of clothes for her, and wanted to touch the temperature of her forehead, but was sidetracked by Ye Fei.

"The wound on you How did it come from? " After ye Fei avoided, she took the initiative to open her mouth.

Su Mo Han received back: "the last round of Jin Yuwei left."

Ye Fei nods, no more voice.

All day long, she shrinks in bed, will not deliberately ignore Su Mo Han beside her, but also talk less pitiful.

As night fell, the lights in the room went out again.

Ye Fei lies on the bed and looks at the direction of the window with her eyes open. She hasn't slept for two consecutive nights, but she still doesn't feel sleepy.

Su Mo Han gently approached her and said, "what are you thinking? You can tell me. "

Ye Fei seems to have not heard the general, no reaction.

"Are you still blaming me?" Su Mohan once again said, "that's no choice but to fall from the cliff."

Do not seem to want to hear him mention these things, leaf imperial concubine says softly: "I want to sleep."

Su Mo Han drooped her eyes and did not dare to force her too tightly. She tried to endure the annoyance in her heart and did not speak again.

Time passed, ye Fei still did not feel sleepy, on the contrary, her spirit was appalling.

It was not until three o'clock in the second half of the night that ye Feifei felt a little sleepy.

It was only as if she had just fallen asleep, and she entered the dream again.

Her dream is strange.

She dreamt that she called Su Mohan again and again, but no one answered.

Then she ran to the imperial court, only to find Su Mohan and Jin Yuwei entangled together. He pressed Jin Yuwei on his desk, and the two of them were whispering with each other. There were bursts of laughter between men and women.

And in this burst of laughter behind, was thrown in the corner of the desk mobile phone ring non-stop, but no one has paid attention to.

Ye Fei couldn't be anxious. She stood at the table and kept calling Su Mohan's name to let him answer the phone. However, no matter what she was hoarse, he could not hear anything. In his eyes, only Jin Yuwei, only that woman

She was unwilling to dial the phone again and again, as if her insistence had paid off. He finally picked up the phone with some impatience, but he just looked at the number above and turned off the phone in an instant.

"Su Mo Han, you bastard!"

Ye Fei was anxious and angry. Her eyes were scarlet and she choked and scolded him. But he still couldn't hear anything. She was still lingering with Jin Yuwei in front of her.

As early as ye Fei's whole body trembled, Su Mo Han had already woken up, turned on the lamp at the head of the bed, and her eyes fell on the woman beside her, with a touch of complexity.

She must be very angry with him.

Is this how she has come these days?