Zhuang Xiaoyu tested Qin Wuyan for a while, but felt physically and mentally exhausted, even more exhausted, wrapped in the quilt, turned sideways, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.
Qin Wuyan also turned sideways, looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's back, stroked her long hair scattered on her back with his fingertips, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
He can understand a woman's desire for a child, but it shouldn't be Zhuang Xiaoyu's reaction just now. When he wanted to be gentle with her before and she didn't want to, he didn't panic like this.
Qin Wuyan comforted himself: Maybe it's because of Yu Sui's incident that her temperament has changed a bit, or maybe it's because he's too busy these days to ignore her feelings...
Qin Wuyan leaned over, and was about to hug him in his arms, when Zhuang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and growled, "Go away, don't touch me!"
Qin Wuyan shrank his pupils suddenly, raised his body with his arms propped up, and stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu's sleeping face for a long time before he was sure that she was really asleep, and she was just talking in sleep, not scolding him.
Qin Wuyan didn't know how he fell asleep...
The next day, Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up very early. She thought that Qin Wuyan would leave early like before, but she heard the sound of even breathing behind her.
One of the man's arms was around her waist, holding her half in his arms, Zhuang Xiaoyu held the wrist of that hand, and gently pushed Qin Wuyan's hand back on the bedding.
She lay down for a while, got up from the bed lightly, stepped over Qin Wuyan's body, got out of bed, and quickly disappeared into the bedroom.
The sound of the bedroom door being closed sounded, Qin Wuyan opened his eyes, looked away from the door, and landed on his wrist, pondered for a moment, and then got out of bed.
Hearing the noise, the nurse waited for a while, then opened the door and came in, asking, "Where does my uncle plan to eat?"
Qin Wuyan didn't answer the nanny's words, but asked, "Where's Xiaoyu?"
The wet nurse lowered her eyes, "Missy said that my uncle has not slept well these days, and told the old slave not to disturb my uncle. I am afraid that my uncle will have to sleep a little longer, so the eldest lady went to the front yard to accompany the high priest to have breakfast. "
Qin Wuyan tidied up his sleeves and walked out: "My seat also goes to the front yard to have a look."
Zhuang Xiaoyu was wiping Zhuang Huaisen's hands and face with a handkerchief. Zhuang Huaisen had been tortured by the pain and the poison in his body. His hair was gray, his eye sockets were sunken, he was skinny, he couldn't even stick his tongue out straight, he could only babble It made a weird noise.
Qin Wuyan looked at the old man in front of him who was dying and was about to run out of fuel, and really couldn't compare him with the powerful Zhuang Huaisen who turned his hands into clouds and rained his hands in the past.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't look back, but just put the handkerchief into the warm water, and took a comb to comb Zhuang Huaisen's messy white hair.
There are a lot of people in the mansion, after some rectification, all the waiters are quite attentive, Zhuang Huaisen doesn't have long beards on his body, and he doesn't have the rotten smell emanating from dying people.
Qin Wuyan stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu and said in a low voice, "You can let the servants do these things, you don't have to do it yourself."
"He is my father, the time is not long, and the number of times I can wipe his face and wash his hands will be less and less." Zhuang Xiaoyu helped Zhuang Huaisen up, leaned against the bed, picked up the porridge bowl, and scooped out the bird's nest The porridge was fed to Zhuang Huaisen's forehead, "Ayan, I always feel that I am an ominous person, I don't know if it is my illusion."
"Why do you think so?"
"All the relatives around me have passed away, and even Yu Sui was brutally murdered. I am afraid that one day, as long as people who treat me well will end badly..."