Chapter 851

Yan Zhengling was glared by his sharp eyes, and sat down with a guilty heart.

"This is the decision," announced the warlord

Then he pushed the wheelchair away.

Yan Zhengling was so angry that he cried, "ah!"

This vent, involving the vocal cords, causes discomfort in the entire throat, and then a strong nausea comes back.

He saw that she covered her mouth and floated from his side to the bathroom like a gust of wind. Then I heard her vomiting.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

He was on pins and needles in his wheelchair.

Seeing her in such pain, he suddenly regretted her decision to give birth to the baby.

Near noon, Yan Zhengling just empty drag exhausted body from the toilet. Limp up to the bed.

He brought her a glass of lemon juice, "drink it?"

Yan Zhengling was lying on the bed with his whole face buried in the pillow. Hearing his voice, he raised his white paw and waved, "take it away. I don't want anything."

"You have to drink it." His voice was light, but with a hint of seriousness.

Yan Zheng Ling side head looked at him, "can you have a little sympathy for me?"

Zhan hanjue:...

if it was not for her, who would like to serve a woman with a foul smell all over her body.

"I'm responsible for my son." He said with a straight face.

Yan Zhengling felt that no matter how sophisticated he was, he had to get up and drink the lemonade.

Then he handed the cup to him. He was very embarrassed and said, "master Zhan, I can rest here for a few days. But can you get a babysitter to take care of me. I'm sorry to let you take care of me

The warlord was hit by the knife inexplicably. Depressed and sudden.

He suddenly raised his leg, a high leg directly to Zheng Ling's head to the pillow, Zheng Ling can't move. The eyeball son stares bigger than bronze mirror, "your leg... Good?"

"Don't look down on any disability," he said angrily

Then he snatched the cup from her hand and left angrily.

Yan Zhengling sat up, staring at his back, abdominal Fei: is this leg good?

If so, why is this guy in a wheelchair?

If it's not good, why did you just make a high leg lift?

After a while, the maid came in with the dining car. Yan Zhengling saw the colorful fruits and felt that he could not love him.

"I don't eat. Take it out. Take it out. Come on. "

She has a fear of eating.

Maybe she made too much noise and attracted the Lord Zhan.

Han Jue saw her tightly covering his mouth, and the color of her eyes resisting was obvious.

He took a plate of cherry peach from the dining car, and then told the maid to push it out.

"Try this."

Yan Zhengling shook his head, whimpered and begged: "please, don't force me to eat any more. I'm going to throw up all my bile

Zhan hanjue was so distressed that he put the fruit tray on the glass table beside him.

See her thinner, but more beautiful face, and that pair of big eyes.

He felt a tremor in his heart, and suddenly blurted out, "then don't be pregnant and beat the child out."

Yan Zheng Ling raised his head and looked at him in horror, "I don't want it." She cried out.

Zhan hanjue closed his eyes and pressed his helpless pity on the bottom of his eyes.

"Then eat well."

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