Lovely pet rich and cold wife: You must

After all, Yan Xiyao looked up at Xia Fanhua, and then continued, "I also prepared porridge for you. It's in the kitchen. Let me serve it to you now!"

After all, Yan Xiyao put down the things in his hands and walked towards the kitchen, but Xia Fanhua stopped him before taking two steps.

Xia Fuhua walked out of the bedroom, sat down on the sofa, and said in a hoarse and slightly weak voice, "Go back first."

Yan Xiyao's expression darkened, but she was quickly covered up by her smile, turned around to look at Xia Fuhua, and said, "You still have a serious fever, if I now..."

Yan Xiyao was interrupted by Xia Fuhua before she finished speaking. She was a little uncomfortable at first, but now Yan Xiyao refuted her words, which made Xia Fuhua even more unhappy, "I can do it myself, you should go back first!"

Yan Xiyao fell silent, lowered her head, and didn't move any more. Xia Fanhua looked at her with a burst of irritability, knowing that her tone was bad, but she couldn't get better.

"You should go back first, I will go back and deal with the company's affairs as soon as possible." He really doesn't want to see Yan Xiyao now, really not at all.

Yan Xiyao kept spinning her hands in circles, and she raised her head after a while, looked at Xia Fuhua, and smiled slightly: "Then I'll go back first, if you still feel uncomfortable, give me Call now!"

Xia Fuhua didn't speak, Yan Xiyao stood for a while, and finally walked towards the door, changed her shoes, and finally looked back at Xia Fuhua, then went out, and closed the door.

After Yan Xiyao left, Xia Fanhua leaned on the sofa, tilted her head back, and stroked her forehead with one hand. I don't know if it was because of too many things, or because of a cold. I really had a headache.

Yan Xiyao's matter, An Qi's matter, all of these things are different from what he originally thought. He trusts Yan Xiyao so much, but she deceives herself like a fool. If he hadn't noticed it, Yan Xiyao must be Impossible to tell him.

As for An Qi, he really didn't think about hurting her, but she was bruised all over by what he hurt, and she was no longer the lively and optimistic An Qi before.

And that child, he has already made up his mind, don't bother An Qi anymore, let her live such an ordinary life!

But now he can't settle down anymore. Between them, it is not possible to explain clearly in one sentence. If he could explain it before, how can he explain it now? There was once a child between them.

At some point, Xia Fanhua lay on the sofa and fell into a drowsy sleep. He slept very restlessly, because he dreamed about the child and An Qi.

Right in front of him, stood a lively and lovely child with a sweet smile on his face, like the happiest child in the world.

He didn't know how to speak, he was afraid that he would scare that child, but which child would walk farther and farther with the toy in his hand, if he kept silent, would he walk away and disappear? ?

Seeing the child walking away, Xia Fanhua anxiously shouted, "Son, are you back?"

As if hearing some voices, the child looked back and finally laughed, but in Xia Fuhua's eyes, the child was laughing at himself.