Chapter 212

Ling Xiaohan takes Ji Qianchen to the bedroom on the second floor, opens the quilt and places her gently on the big bed.

"I choked a lot of water. There is still some water in your lungs. Let the doctor come to check it for you."

Ling Xiao's cold and tall body was sitting on the edge of the bed, and her eyes were soft and staring at her.

Ji Qianchen is in bed, blinking his eyes.

"Aren't you happy I'm pregnant?"

Along the way, the man didn't mention her pregnancy, and she even suspected that he didn't welcome the baby.

"Happy." Ling Xiaohan stretches his brow, reaches her forehead and heart, drops a kiss, raises his lips, and lightly says, "I'm not happy."

"Why not?" Ji Qianchen frowned.

Don't understand the gloom on his face.

At that time for her pregnancy, but all kinds of tests, all kinds of efforts at night.

She's not easy to conceive now. Why is he unhappy.

Ling Xiaohan's hand gently caresses her clear little face.

"I can't work hard in the future."

Light tone, soft eyes.

Put Ji Qianchen into a honeypot.

I can't work hard in the future

This sentence lingers in Ji Qianchen's heart for a long time.

"Just in time, let you rest for ten months."

Ji Qianchen caresses his belly and smiles.

Although she could not feel the breath of life growing up in her stomach, she knew that there was a little life coming to the world after ten months' appointment.

She is happy, especially happy.

She has a baby with Ling.

Ling Xiao smiles but doesn't speak.

Eyes down, looking at her old castle servant suit, "what did they ask you to do?"

Along with his eyes, Ji Qianchen pulled the maid's clothes on him, "be her maid."

Maid?

Hearing this word, Ling Xiaohan shrugged all over his body, and the frightful cold came out.

Damn it, she worked as a maid for isanna.

His woman, he can't even move a finger, she even let her be a maid.

"And what else?"

"What's more, even though I was her maid, I didn't serve her, but also poured her soup. How about that? Is your daughter-in-law very powerful? " Ji Qianchen claps his heart and shows off his lips.

In the last second, Lingxiao's cold face was as severe as an iceberg, and this moment gradually opened a smile.

His women are not as bullied as he thought.

Just like four years ago, he saw her for the first time, different from all girls.

Unique Ji Qianchen.

In the autumn of Yuncheng University, there will always be endless rain.

Every time Ling Xiaohan reads in the library late, Ji Qianchen will figure out the time to rush to the library with an umbrella and wait at the door.

When he came to the exit, she would take an umbrella and jump out in front of him, saying that she would take him back to the dormitory.

But Ling Xiaohan didn't agree once.

What's the matter with a big master asking a little girl to return to the dormitory?

Every time he saw her, he would turn around and leave without looking back.

Besides, he is so tall, she is so petite, and she is obviously going to nest in his arms.

He won't know what the girl's idea is?

The idea of tofu.

It's another rainy day.

The rain curtain out of the window obscured the view.

The library is almost gone.

The librarian came to him in person to remind him that the library was closing.

Ling Xiaohan just picked up the book and left.

When he walked to the door with his book in his arms, he habitually stopped.

One Two Within three seconds, the little girl will come out.

But when he counted to the fifth, she still didn't show up.

Yu Guang looks around unconsciously.

There was no one in the empty corridor.

She didn't come today? Or is it too late for him to come out, she has something to go first?

Ling Xiaohan, you should pay attention to a Chinese woman.

Damn it.

Noticing that he had an idea in his heart, Ling Xiaohan immediately got rid of it and accelerated the speed of going downstairs.

It's only three stories. He didn't take the elevator.

When he reached the second floor, he heard the sharp voice of a woman's quarrel in the corridor.

The dim yellow corridor voice control lamp, because the sound is intermittent, lights up and goes out.

Ling Xiaohan never cares about the affairs of these boring girls.

Holding the book, he went straight downstairs."Don't touch me. Believe it or not, I'll stab you to death with the handle of my umbrella. You like Ling Xiaohan to chase me just like me. What's the ability to block me here?" A crisp retort shot through the thin air layer and into his ear.

It's Ji Qianchen's voice.

His steps are as immovable as if they were rooted.

Long fingers clasped to the handrail.

Back to the corridor over there.

Ling Xiaohan, don't worry.

It's none of your business.

That girl is dead or alive has nothing to do with you. You can't control your feelings. You can't leave any sentimental feelings in China.

Therefore, he should restrain himself and not give the girl any response.

But let him leave now mercilessly.

He can't do it again.

He couldn't persuade himself after all.

He could only turn around and lean back against the corner, listening to the intermittent sound there.

Once in a while, turn over and take a look over there to see if the girl has been bullied.

Ji Qianchen.

Being besieged by some rich ladies of rich people in gorgeous clothes, Chanel Versace of these people.

And she was wearing her own brand clothes.

Ji Qianchen is not afraid of them at all.

She's a rich woman, OK?

They have money. They are amazing. She has money, too.

Who has more money than who doesn't know.

Several girls cross their arms around their chests and look at her with fierce eyes: "you can chase, but please don't be so shameless, OK? How much tofu have you eaten

"Then you can be shameless. Who wants you to put your face on it?" Ji Qianchen blinked his big round eyes.

Several girls have black lines on their faces.

Everyone is a rich family, has received higher education, the first thing to pursue a man is to be reserved, in addition to being knowledgeable, gentle and virtuous, so as to be liked by men.

If they don't have face, how can they behave.

"If you can't do it yourself, don't blame me. If you can, blame yourself. Don't pester me, OK? I'm going to send him an umbrella. " Ji Qianchen holds the umbrella in his hand and looks at them impatiently.

"We'd better send this umbrella. As for you, we'd better go back and find your face first." One of the girls held out her umbrella and tried to grab it.

Ji Qianchen was afraid that the folding umbrella was not big enough, so he bought a non folding rainbow umbrella, especially the big one.

But this umbrella is very big and long. It's easily pulled by girls.