Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Obviously, the people outside have gone.

Lin Quietly closed her eyes and sat on the toilet, feeling rare annoyance.

It is true that she should have her period in the past two days. Recently, it was either a day or two earlier or a day or two later, so she didn't know which day she would win the lottery.

I should have left earlier just now, after staying for such a long time, Yan Nanqing probably thought she did it on purpose?

a few minutes.

"Duk duk!" Yan Nanqing stood at the door again and knocked twice.

Then he directly used the key to open the door, which was just big enough to put the tampon in, "I'll put the door for you."

After putting away his things, he closed the door again.

Lin Quietly stayed inside for several minutes, and finally came out slowly, trying not to make herself look too embarrassed.

Yan Nanqing was not in the living room.

Just when she was thinking about whether to just grab the bag and leave, he came out from the dining room, holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand, which was still steaming white.

Lin Quietly could already smell the ginger syrup.

"It's still a little hot, let it dry for a while." Yan Nanqing put the brown sugar water on the table.

She stood there without saying a word for a moment.

After Yan Nanqing left, until now, it was the first time for her to drink this bowl of brown sugar water, and she had never drank it before.

She was also very busy, so busy that she didn't have time to eat at home, and it was impossible for the servant to know that she was on her period. Even if she knew, she didn't even go home to eat, let alone drink brown sugar water.

"What are you doing standing there?" Yan Nanqing put down the bowl and looked at her.

Lin Qiaoqiao could only smile, "I should go."

"Not bad for this 2 minutes."

It really seemed hypocritical to pester her again, so she had no choice but to sit back slowly, not daring to move her position.

And at this moment, I vaguely feel that my stomach is starting to hurt a little, and there is a tendency that it will become more and more painful.

"It's still hot." Yan Nanqing frowned when he saw her reach out her hand.

Then turned to look at her, "What are you in a hurry for? You've been here for three hours, what's the difference of three minutes?"

She pursed her lips.

Then he smiled, "Aren't you afraid that after these 3 minutes, I might just stay with you all night?"

If she hurts too much for a while, she really doesn't want to leave.

Maybe because she didn't pay attention to her body in the past two years, the dysmenorrhea became more and more serious. Every time the pain was the worst, she didn't want to take a step, lying on the bed, even if she wanted to drink water, if she couldn't reach it, she would rather be thirsty.

Regarding this, Yan Nanqing pulled his thin lips slightly, "I know your virtue, it's not unusual if you don't leave, and it doesn't necessarily take up much space to sleep for one night."

This time she said no more.

There was silence in the air again, somewhat uncomfortable.

Yan Nanqing reached out and turned on the TV.

The living room was not so quiet.

"Didn't it mean that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage, and her menstrual period was irregular? I think it's quite accurate." Yan Nanqing said abruptly, with a flat tone.

It seemed like they were talking about something commonplace.

Lin quietly pursed her lips, too lazy to answer.

The man glanced sideways at her, still with a flat tone and a low voice, "There is really nothing you can't say with this mouth, just treat others, and never be polite to yourself?"

She still didn't answer.

I looked at the brown sugar water on the table, tested the temperature, and picked it up when it was almost ready. .

Then he took a breath and drank one mouthful at a time.

After drinking the hot soup, my stomach felt warm all of a sudden, but my hands and feet were still cold.

It's also strange, his room is actually very warm, but since she came in, the soles of her feet have been cold, and the whole process of chatting with him was a little tense, but now she realizes that the soles of her feet are still cold.

"Thank you." As her body warmed up and her mood improved, she said something to Yan Nanqing.

The man just nodded slightly in response, without much reaction.

Her bowl of sugar water got a little cold after she drank it, so Yan Nanqing immediately took it away, got up and put the bowl back into the kitchen.

When he came out, he glanced at the still open window in the fitness hall, and then at her in the living room.

He couldn't help frowning, "You just stood there blowing the wind for a long time?"

Lin quietly looked over, but didn't respond.

Yan Nanqing went to close the window and looked at her when he came back, "Does your stomach hurt?"

The night wind is very cold now, and he didn't feel much when he smoked by the window, but she entered the house without a coat, and stood there facing the wind for a long time.

Maybe she had been standing for a long time after he had gone to the shower.

She nodded truthfully, "A little bit."

In the past, she would have dysmenorrhea, but it was not serious, and it would pass in a day or half a day, Yan Nanqing knew it.

Seeing that he seemed to be going out again, Lin Qiaowei frowned slightly and looked at him, "Are you going out again?"

"There is no hand warmer at home." His tone was the same as usual.

Lin Qiaoqiao was not stupid, she knew that it was a stomach warmer she had bought for her, so she shook her head, "No, you can take me home first, I have it at home, I might have to get up early tomorrow to go to the office, it's not good to come back too late. "

Yan Nanqing looked at the time.

"It's already late." He added, "It's raining outside."

When he closed the window, there was a trace of water droplets in the wind. In such a cold day, there was no need to toss and turn.

"Then do I live here?" Lin Qiaoqiao asked without any shyness.

The man nodded, "OK."

The reason why she doesn't need to be coy is because she's on her period anyway, so there's no such thing as 'I know your desires are misbehaving, and you know how I'm pretending to be reserved' doesn't exist.

Anyway, it's not that I haven't lived there.

Yan Nanqing finally ran out to buy a hand warmer and came back, then boiled a pot of water in the kitchen and poured it in before handing it to her.

She held the hand warmer to her abdomen through her clothes, which was quite comfortable.

As time passed, the two of them were still in the living room, and neither of them wanted to rest.

She couldn't sleep because of a stomachache, so she had to lean on the sofa.It's not clear what he was thinking.

Finally, when she was almost in a daze, she suddenly heard Yan Nanqing say: "Don't check the manifest."

He didn't let go all night, and only then did he say this clearly to her.

Lin quietly blinked, and looked at him in a daze, "Why?"

Yan Nanqing looked at her, "Since your father dismissed me because of this incident, it was also because of this incident that I lost two people, and you are a woman Cha, do you think the safety factor is high?"

She smiled, "Because it's not safe, let others suck Lin's blood as they please? Then it seems that I am the president for nothing."

The man frowned slightly, "Life is more important than money."

She said without any hesitation, "Of course it's money."