Chapter 4167

Back in the room, Zhuang Xiaoyu had already woken up, standing beside the bed with dark circles under her eyes, dazed in a daze.

Seeing Qin Wuyan returning to his room, he just remained motionless.

Qin Wuyan stood in front of her: "Are you awake?"

The man stroked her cheek with his warm palm: "It's been hard to take care of me these days without taking off my clothes, why don't you sleep a little longer, look at you, your eye circles are all black and blue, and you have lost a lot of weight."

Zhuang Xiaoyu finally woke up from the reality, she grabbed Qin Wuyan's hand, the touch was real, she threw herself into Qin Wuyan's arms, the embrace was warm.

This is not a dream, Qin Wuyan has woken up from the fever.

Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged Qin Wuyan and couldn't help crying, at first she just sobbed softly, and then she burst into tears.

Yu Sui was woken up, seeing this scene, she didn't know what to do.

After thinking about it, he seemed to be superfluous, so he quickly slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Qin Wuyan caressed Zhuang Xiaoyu's back, coaxing softly and softly: "Don't cry, what are you crying for, haven't I recovered already?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know what to say or what to say, she cried so hard that her tears and snot all stained the man's chest.

Qin Wuyan wasn't annoyed either, not only didn't feel disgusted at all, he even wiped her little face stained by the filth with his sleeve.

Zhuang Xiaoyu cried a lot, the depression that had been stuck in his chest for several days finally vented out, his heart was finally relieved, and his tense expression eased.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Qin Wuyan took her hand and walked out: "This place is rough, go back to the courtyard where you live."

The smell of medicine is pervasive here, and it really doesn't smell very good. Zhuang Xiaoyu hasn't washed and washed properly for several days, exhausted physically and mentally, and wants to go back to her bedroom to feel more at ease.

The sky brightened.

Under Yu Sui's service, Zhuang Xiaoyu finished grooming, and when she came out of the anteroom, she saw that Qin Wuyan had already changed, was wearing a fox fur cape, and was sitting by a chair reading a book.

"Ayan." Zhuang Xiaoyu walked up to Qin Wuyan.

"Huh?" Qin Wuyan put down his book, stood up, and led her to the side of the bed, "Lie down well, I'm fine, I just had a fever, why do you not love yourself so much?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu was supported and lay down on the bed, she was overwhelmed by the exhaustion of the past few days, she closed her eyes: "Ah Yan, I only have you."

Qin Wuyan lay down beside her: "I will always be by your side, always by your side."

The sound of breathing around him gradually became even.

Qin Wuyan opened his eyes, looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, tucked in the quilt for her, and got up quietly.

Today is New Year's Eve.

The mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the priest on behalf of him was recovering from a serious illness, and the mansion was full of joy.

After three days of delay, there was a backlog of documents, all of which were invitations from various families. After the New Year's Eve, they had to attend the gatherings of these families.

This is what every high priest does.

Qin Wuyan flipped through one of the books, only his name was written on the invitation, the column for his wife was blank, and Zhuang Xiaoyu was not written.

If Qin Wuyan intends to bring someone along, he can just add Zhuang Xiaoyu's name with a pen.

Zhuang Qingyun stood beside him, studying ink, and asked, "Do you want to add your wife's name?"

"No." Qin Wuyan pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "The families of the great aristocratic families have mixed conversations, and they are uneasy and well-intentioned. This is a place of right and wrong, and Xiao Yu is not suitable to participate."

Zhuang Qingyun frowned: "But if you don't bring your wife, these aristocratic families will definitely have other plans, and you will only be annoyed by then."