Chapter 670

Twelve took Lu Xiaohua to the place where he went last night. First, he took a look at Jing Wu. In addition to Lingshui, he also found some good medicine for him.

After watching Jing Wu, Lu Xiaohua went to the next room as usual and called twelve at the same time.

"I want to talk to you."

Twelve or so well behaved, stood straight and seriously asked: "what does the lady want to talk to her subordinates?"

"Talk about you."

Twelve smell speech, subconsciously tense.

Lu Xiaohua felt funny: "OK, don't hide it. Your master has recruited you. What are you hiding?"

Twelve's eyes are bigger and watery, so when he looks at people, he always gives people the feeling of obedience and innocence.

"Since the master has said it, what else does the lady want to ask?"

"If I ask you what you want to eat at night, I'll cook for you."

Twelve look a little dull: "you ask this?"

I don't want to ask about their physical condition, what they are doing recently, how they plan to deal with "Tianqian" and so on?

"What else?" Lu Xiaohua asked with a smile, "what do you think I want to ask?"

White cat told her that as long as she could start to collect aura and use it to explore their bodies, she would know what was wrong with their bodies. If she could solve the problem with the first four layers, it would be best. If she could not, one of the pills in the fifth layer would help them to find the corresponding spiritual plant.

But there are important premises.

Aura, a lot of Aura!

Twelve in the end is a well-trained dark guard. Although he has followed Lu Xiaohua for a long time, he has more emotions and expressions that he didn't have before, but he soon converges. He says in a positive way: "my wife does it, and my subordinates like it, but my wife's body is important, so don't be too tired."

"Don't be too tired. It's you, not me. OK, I'll go back and prepare dinner first."

Lu Xiaohua did not say a word, got up to go back: "Jingwu have other conditions, you come to me." Her level Four spirit water is ready for him at any time.

"Yes."

Twelve mouth should be, in the heart but feel today's madam a little strange.

It's like taking a look at Jingwu and asking what you want for dinner?

To be specific, I can't say twelve. I just feel that today's wife looks OK and can make fun of others, but she seems very tired, not physically, but mentally.

After that, Lu Xiaohua went back home and robbed the cook's job. He didn't want any help, so he stayed in the kitchen and cleaned up little by little.

She washes vegetables, selects vegetables, washes meat, cuts meat, puts oil into the pot...

time seems to slow down, and she seems to brush fast. She seems to go back to the time when she first came to this world. Her husband was seriously ill in bed, and she was busy in the kitchen, fighting for the road ahead and the future life.

It was hard at that time, but she could see hope.

Why now... Give her a big sweet, but she only feel more tired?

When Fu QingHan came back, he saw a table full of food, some of which they used to like, and some new dishes. Good wine and drinks were on the table, but there were fewer people to cook.

Qiqi said: "my wife feel tired after dinner, back to the room, let you eat first."

Fu QingHan frowned slightly and let everyone eat. He also went back to the room.

In the room, Lu Xiaohua is making a ball of thread. She hasn't knitted gloves for a long time. Today, her hands itch. She wants to knit another glove.

At her desk, put a bowl of porridge, there are two dishes, a plate of sour cabbage, a plate of carrots.

It's just like the big dinner outside, day by day.

"Xianggong?" Seeing Fu QingHan, Lu Xiaohua looked up with a brilliant smile, "are you back? Let's go to dinner first. I've got everything ready. "

Fu QingHan squatted down, put his hand on her knee, the voice was very light: "then how are you here?"

"I don't have a good appetite." Lu Xiaohua felt his stomach, "if I can't eat it, I want to eat something light. It's just good to eat porridge."

"You don't have a good appetite recently. I'll ask Dr. Jiang to show you again."

"No, it's normal."

Fu QingHan put his hand on her hand and covered her stomach together: "you have no appetite, how can you do so much, not tired?"

"I'm not tired. I don't have an appetite myself. Doesn't that mean you don't have an appetite? I think you should eat better."

Feel the temperature of his palm, in a little bit of warmth, she felt the cold belly, a sour surge on the heart, she blinked repeatedly, pressed down the uncomfortable feeling.

"Without you, the dishes on that table are no different from this bowl of porridge." She doesn't feel well and he has no appetite.

"How can I do that? I work very hard."

Fu QingHan didn't want to tangle in this meaningless topic. He directly asked, "lady, are you hiding something from me recently?"Lu Xiaohua didn't deny it, but she didn't tell the truth. She bent slightly, took her hand out of his hand, and covered his face: "so what, if you don't tell me something, don't you allow me to hide some secrets?"

"Niang Zi..." Fu QingHan gazed at her, her shadow was all in her dark eyes, "I'm worried about you."

A very simple sentence, but let her broken, she can no longer laugh, just down the tears, rebound more turbulent, she did not respond, her tears have fallen on the back of his hand.

"Tick" sound, especially loud.

"Pour cold..."

this tear is like a fuse. Lu Xiaohua broke the gong and murmured his name chokingly. When he got up and hugged him, his tears burst the dike and he couldn't help crying.

Fu QingHan didn't force her. He just patted her on the back and let her vent.

He didn't know what she was hiding from him, but he could feel that she had broken to the limit.

"If, if..." Lu Xiaohua said while burping himself, "I sold our children as a deal. Would you blame me?"

No matter how many reasons she used to persuade herself, Lu Xiaohua couldn't get over the hurdle. She cared so much about one of her children's mothers and made the choice and transaction herself. Even if she knew she had a chance to find it back, she knew that it would not be bad for her children to be raised in that space, but she couldn't change her "betrayal" and "sale" of the child.

If the child can have memory and perception, will it be sad and helpless to leave the mother's stomach and go to a strange and cold place?

Will you cry secretly?

"No Fu QingHan's words were almost unfeeling, "the existence of children is based on your existence, without you, without children."

The meaning of his words is very clear. The reason why he loves his child is that it's him and her child.

The child can't have it. The child's mother must be there.