Chapter 4529

The news of Zhuang Xiaoyu's madness has been suppressed by Zhuang Qingyun, and he didn't dare to let Qin Wuyan know.

Qin Wuyan walked from the ghost gate, lying on the bed weakly, and it took half a month to recover. During this half month, Zhuang Qingyun sent his mother-in-law, maid and personal guards to guard him day and night, I also moved all the internal affairs documents to be processed to the bedroom...

Qin Wuyan was asleep most of the time, and after waking up, he would occasionally ask about the situation in the mansion, and Zhuang Qingyun would always ask Qin Wuyan about decisions that he could not make.

As long as Qin Wuyan doesn't mention Zhuang Xiaoyu, no one in this courtyard dare to mention any news about Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Qin Wuyan woke up again and again, thinking that Zhuang Xiaoyu would come to see him, but he was disappointed, Zhuang Xiaoyu's figure never appeared once.

The little girl fed the porridge to his lips, but Qin Wuyan raised his hand to block it. He leaned on the bed and asked Zhuang Qingyun: "Where is Xiao Yu?"

"Madam is fine." Zhuang Qingyun reviewed the documents without raising his head: "The weather has been freezing these few days, and the temperature has dropped again. When you were asleep, Madam came to see you twice. I am afraid that Madam will come and go It was freezing, so I asked my wife not to come here, and quietly raised the baby in the house..."

Qin Wuyan's lips were gray and pale, and he said weakly, "How is her health?"

"It's pretty good." Zhuang Qingyun put down the Langhao brush, turned around, and looked at Qin Wuyan: "It's just that the witch doctor said that too many things have happened recently, it's better for Madam not to walk around."

Qin Wuyan closed his eyes, "Is she still angry with me?"

Zhuang Qingyun: "..."

Zhuang Qingyun was simmering with a nameless fire in his heart, and wanted to scold Qin Wuyan, a majestic high priest, who almost lost his life because of a woman, what was the reason.

But seeing Qin Wuyan's appearance, there was nowhere to vent his anger, and he couldn't utter many scolding words, so he could only keep his lips tightly shut.

Seeing that Zhuang Qingyun remained silent, Qin Wuyan became anxious, "Is Xiaoyu still angry with me? She said that as long as I drink that glass of wine, I will cancel all the grievances and grievances of the past with me."

With that said, he wanted to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

Zhuang Qingyun suppressed the anger in his heart, pressed his hand, and coaxed him in a good voice: "Madam is not angry with you, and Madam loves you too. Seeing you like this, I feel guilty and blame myself... ..”

"I want to see her!"

"She doesn't dare to see you for the time being." Zhuang Qingyun patted Qin Wuyan's shoulder: "Don't be so excited, and give Xiaoyu a little time, if you don't get well soon, she will feel even more guilty."

Qin Wuyan asked uncertainly: "She really doesn't hate me anymore?"

"Well, I don't hate you anymore." Zhuang Qingyun's expression was complicated, and he touched his sleeping point with his fingertips. Qin Wuyan slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Zhuang Qingyun pinched his forehead with a headache, and his whole body collapsed.

The girl quickly cleaned up the table, took out the cold food and porridge, and quickly left the bedroom.

Zhuang Qingyun glanced at the man on the bed, walked out the door, and asked the witch doctor who was routinely diagnosing the pulse, "How is Madam, have you regained your sanity?"

The witch doctor sighed and shook his head: "Mrs. is pregnant, and has been stimulated by successive incidents during this period. It may be difficult to regain her sanity."

Zhuang Qingyun flicked his sleeve robe and strode towards Zhuang Xiaoyu's courtyard.

The cold wind was biting, and the drizzle was falling on him. It was cold and humid, and there seemed to be a rotten smell in the air. That smell lingered over the priest's mansion, and it lingered for a long time, making him restless.