New Year's Eve.
Zhuang Xiaoyu finished the New Year's Eve dinner, wrapped in a fox fur cloak, sitting on the eaves of the leeward port, looking up at the dark sky.
Qin Wuyan was by her side, and handed her the stove: "It's cold outside, hold it in your arms."
Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged the stove and said softly: "From tomorrow on, someone else will serve me."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't even like the girls in this house." Zhuang Xiaoyu let out a sigh of relief: "Where there are many girls and women, there is a lot of trouble. Who knows how these people gossip about me behind my back."
Qin Wuyan paused for a moment: "When the new year is over, I'll pick you a smarter girl to serve you. It's the end of the new year, and suddenly another girl will come over. I'm afraid they don't understand your habits and hobbies. Wait a minute. A few days."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone was casual: "There's no rush, it's not too late to change after the baby is born."
With a "bang", there was a crackling sound.
Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head, and saw that the dark night was ignited by colorful colors, and fire trees and silver flowers bloomed in the night, which was unparalleled in beauty.
The light was imprinted on the faces of Zhuang Xiaoyu and Qin Wuyan, Zhuang Xiaoyu turned her head, and met the man's deep and pitch-black phoenix eyes, the man's eyes shone with a scorching light, burning like a flame, staring at her for a moment.
Zhuang Xiaoyu's thoughts moved slightly, but she blurted out: "I've been waiting for you all night, why didn't you come back to watch the fireworks with me?"
Qin Wuyan's face changed slightly: "Xiao Yu, what are you talking about, am I right beside you?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu also felt a little inexplicable, he was clearly by her side, why did she suddenly say such words?
"I... I thought so in my heart, so I said it, and I don't know why." Zhuang Xiaoyu continued to turn his gaze to the night sky, but suddenly felt restless.
A great sadness came suddenly, covering her whole body. The woman in her mind stood by the window alone, looking up at the fireworks blooming in the night sky, sad and disappointed. The woman who had promised to watch it with her The man with the fireworks was not by her side.
There were many similar scenes in the dream, she couldn't see the woman's face clearly, she was like an outsider, looking at the woman's lonely back when she was alone, her expectations were frustrated and she didn't know who to vent her hatred to.
But this time, the delicate face of the woman in her mind gradually became clear, and she saw her own appearance.
Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of big hands, and the pain was severe. This pain spread all the way to the stomach, and the stomach hurt like a convulsion.
Qin Wuyan withdrew his gaze from the night sky, and when it landed on Zhuang Xiaoyu, he was shocked, and hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu's shoulder: "Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu touched the man's handsome face with his fingers, and said in a trembling voice, "Ah Yan, are you alright?"
Fortunately, this man was not poisoned to death by her. She hoped that he was dead, but also hoped that he could live well.
Her tone was obviously wrong, but at this time Zhuang Xiaoyu was tortured by the pain and even her voice changed, so Qin Wuyan couldn't care less about the real meaning of her words.
Qin Wuyan picked her up in his arms, walked back to the bedroom quickly, and ordered in one voice: "Quickly send the witch doctor, quickly send the wizard to come in, hurry up!"
Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt that her belly was cold, and something sticky and wet flowed out of her belly, she tightly grabbed Qin Wuyan's clothes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Ah Yan, is the child okay? What's wrong with the baby? My stomach hurts."
Qin Wuyan's face was as pale as snow, with extremely rare fear and panic on his face, but he still pretended to answer her words calmly: "The child will be fine, and you will be fine..."